Ka'Cit's Haven: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 3) by A.G. Wilde (online e book reader .txt) 📗

No doubt that would come in handy in the next few minutes.

“What was that?” The voice of a guard, but it was coming from another room.

“Sounds like the phekker had too much woogli drink.”

Nia froze, listening as her heart thumped hard in her chest, and hoping no more of the guards entered the corridor.

If she could do this without causing chaos, she’d opt for that.

When she looked down, the little alien that was leading her was trembling so hard, the grey tunic it wore was shaking like a leaf.

As he looked from the fallen guard then back to her, she could see the fear in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, little guy, I’m on your side.”

Wide eyed, he barely nodded, but he grabbed the foot of her trousers and tugged lightly.

“Come quickly. Don’t have much time.” As he tugged on her leg and she began following him once more, he scowled and gave the body of the guard a kick as they stepped over it.

Well, if that didn’t show his allegiance, she didn’t know what would.

She guessed she wasn’t the only one who had something against the dastardly guards.

Around the corner was a set of double doors and even though she didn’t know what was behind it, she had a pretty good idea. She could hear the laughter.

It sounded like several beings were on the other side.

The little alien creeped up to the set of doors, his hand still fisted in her trousers, and it was not until he tugged again that she looked down at him. His eyes were still wide and he was still trembling.

“They’re in there,” he said, and pushed the door ever so lightly that there was a crack in the middle they could see through without being seen themselves.

Nia gulped.

In the other room, there were at least four other gator-guards sitting around the table. They were playing a game of holographic cards, it looked like, and they were caught up in their fun. They had no idea that just in the other room, one of their comrades had fallen.

“Quick, you have to kill them before they see us.” The alien by her side was insistent.

He was right, though.

She had the element of surprise on her side, and she needed to use it.

Searching the room behind the doors was difficult when she could hardly see, but there was no sign of the one alien she was looking for.

“Where is he?” she whispered. “The Bone Crusher. I don’t see him.”

The alien tugged on her trousers again and pointed.

Barely visible at the back of the room in the shadows, there was the outline of another door.

“He’s in there,” the alien whispered.

“How many more of them are in there with him?”

“Just one more.”

Nia took a deep breath. Okay, she could do this.

She could do this.

She knew she wasn’t going to miss but that didn’t mean she could dodge bullets. So she had to be quick. She had to be sure. And she had to be fast.

Gripping the weapon in her hands, she glanced down at the alien.

“You might want to hide for this.” His nod was a trembling mess as he let go of her and hurried away.

Time to let her instincts take over.

This was just like being in the shooting range.

Just like the shooting range.

She repeated this to herself as she kicked the doors open.

They slammed against the wall, creating a loud bang. That made the aliens in the room look up.

“Surprise, motherfuckers.”

She’d always wanted to say that line.

It took a moment for them to realize she was holding a gun, only a moment, and then they were moving.

Nia pulled the trigger, pumping it with her fingers as she unloaded blast after blast.

This wasn’t Call of Duty.

There wasn’t any ducking or rolling. No advanced tactics.

This was simple.

Point and shoot. And, if she didn’t hit them now, then she knew she would be in deep shit if one of them got away.

She could face them with a gun in her hand. She wasn’t sure how she would fare in one-and-one combat.

This was the one chance she had at this or risk being caught. So she held down on that trigger, unloading the bullets and she didn’t stop until the gun heated up in her hands and hissed.

As the steam cleared from the muzzle, Nia found the option to breathe and only then did she duck to the side behind one of the tables in the room.

Her chest heaved as her heart thudded in her throat as she checked the room for movement.

For some of the longest seconds in her life, she listened and looked, trying to pick up any movement, and when one of the bodies of the guards slid off a chair and fell to the floor, she jerked so hard she hit her head on the table.

There was no other movement.

No other sound.

Crawling from her hiding spot, Nia rose to her feet.

They were dead.

Every single last one of them. Even the table was shot up.

It looked like she’d gotten her hand on a gatling gun and unloaded the full clip in one spot.

A breath shuddered from within her. She’d done it.

She’d really done it.

But there was still the fact that they weren’t in the clear yet.

With steps she hoped were quiet, Nia crept toward the door Ka’Cit was supposedly behind, stepping over the bodies of the guard’s sprawled over the floor as she made her way.

There were sounds coming from behind the door, almost too low for her to hear if she hadn’t pressed her ear against it.

Talking.

Someone was talking.

For a moment, she strained her ears to pick up some of the words, worried that the sound of wood splitting and the guards falling had permeated through the door.

But she didn’t hear anyone scrambling to exit the room and attack/defend themselves.

The little guy had said there was only one person in the room with him and she believed him. He and his friend had helped her this far.

Glancing down, she checked her gun.

It had heated up