My Targeter, My Rogue.
Chapter 7.
Breanna Varrick sat on a comfortable chair in the Governor's private medical wing. She had just been for her check up. She was nearly six months pregnant and had swelled up like a balloon. Smiling slightly, she felt her baby kick.
Looking at the holosound picture had shown her the rapid growth of her child. A son or daughter, which she and Tycho had created together, a child that would forever cement what they felt for each other.
Breanna would not ask the gender of her child as she wanted Tycho there when the gift was given.
Kyros had not told her of his new lover yet she knew of her from the servants. It was the blessing that she needed, she now freely roamed through places that she had previously had no access too. Surprisingly, she found that she liked the young woman whom Kyros now possessed. She knew she shouldn't as the woman was involved with crimes so heinous that words could barely describe them.
With great unease she remembered with clarity the dread she felt as Kyros had found out about her pregnancy.
Her condition as he called it was her one redeeming factor; the only thing keeping her alive.
She dreaded to think what he had planned for her but was equally sure that General Cracken would find a way to extract her before then.
An unfounded ally had come in the form of a specialised agency who were investigating the same crime ring she was had come as both a shock and a welcome surprise.
She had been receiving help from them for about two months now. She had sent the files to them the same day she had sent Cracken the same ones. Though, she was beginning to suspect that he may have recruited them upon the 5th month into her pregnancy.
Winter waited for the help she knew was soon to arrive. Breanna waited for her imprisonment to end. In the interest of public opinion she could not be seen by anyone outside of his chief advisers.
Kyros planned for no one to find out what he had planned.
Kyros Terrian had just come out from a highly clandestine meeting with the advisers he solely trusted. They had begun devising the plan that would finally enable him to murder the treacherous warrior maiden.
No one makes a fool of me. She will pay and I will do it through that child of hers.
No-one on the planet suspected the crime syndicate he had helped found in his teenage years. The mothers of the children he took were well compensated and perfectly willing to give up their children. And those who weren't well, every criminal had to have some blood on their hands.
His team, well it was unlikely that they would be found as his in the case it was discovered, had just finished yet another successful business transaction.
It does help when they are so young. They are so easily influenced by the money, therapist and mothers. Some are so cruel that even I find them tiresome.
Although, he harboured a healthy respect for the single-minded, ruthlessness inspired in these mothers, by their greed. Desperation, for most of the donors under the age of 15, influenced by the daunting task of parenthood mad themeasy prey.
He decided that it called for a celebration and called his woman into the room. He was glad he had brought her into the fold.
Her unwavering loyalty will serve to keep her with me throughout time.
Dinner, She will accept his invitation without question. We can discuss further stages of my plan.
The woman sat crying in her room.
Reminiscent, of the young girl, who would never see her child again. Crying for the loss of innocence she had gone through. Crying for the grief she must be feeling. Crying for the person her mission called for her to be.
Kyros will call me to celebrate our success. I must be gracious. I must not tear him apart. He will die when he is ready.
Her superior had told her that help would arrive within days. They would help her shut the crime ring down. Relieve Breanna of her duty.
Bree, what you must be going through; she allowed tears escape her eyes again.
She had formed a friendship with the other woman. A friendship based upon lies. Breanna did not know who she was; didn't know she was a fellow agent; could not know. For the sake of the mission she was told.
It was becoming dangerously apparent that Kyros planned to dispose of her and probably her child too.
Although, she wasn't sure that his thirst for revenge, was larger then his need for wealth. I will not help sell her child into a family or worse. I will not help them turn her over to slavers.
With a sickening clarity she saw the person she had turned into. The agent, who had once dreamed of helping save the world, died today. Had handed over the child to a slaver herself. The highest honour she was told. A test she knew she had to pass without fail.
A test that had torn her already battered soul into shreds
