A little bit of Shalon from the sequel to LEX TALIONIS, to keep you company as you go into the weekend.
Framed in that archway, directly across from the lift, stood a hovercar, its dark blue curves iridescent as a beetle’s wing. Shalon strolled over to it, careful to keep her body as relaxed as possible. She was almost to it when the back door on her side faded, letting out the smell of fresh car polish on a breath of cool air. She recognized the form seated next to the opposite door, and climbed in without hesitation.
The seat beneath her felt butter soft. When the door solidified again, complete silence descended. A yellow light came on, illuminating the beige interior and the tinted panel in front of her that extended from floor to ceiling. Shalon noted the not unexpected fact that there was no way to open the doors from the inside.
“I didn’t expect such luxury,” she said to Luc, leaning back and wondering why the car had not moved yet. She shifted so that her right side was turned toward him and kept her hands within easy reach of her gun-belt. Remember, he isn’t Orgalian any longer.
“Mr. Gae wished you to be comfortable.” In one easy movement, Luc’s hand dipped into his sleeve and reappeared holding a small dark gun that Shalon recognized as far more deadly than its size would indicate. “Perhaps you could start by removing your gun-belt.”
Did you really expect anything less? Shalon sighed. “I’m very attached to these. What if I just promised not to shoot Mr. Gae?”
“They will be safe in my possession until I return them, should that become necessary.”
Shalon arched an eyebrow. “Not a betting man?”
Luc did not reply, he just held the tiny gun in a very steady hand. Salon slid the belt off and handed it over. “Anything else?”
“No need.” Luc tapped at the door and a compartment eased open next to him. He dropped the gun-belt in. “You were scanned as you entered the vehicle.”
Of course. She watched as Luc returned the gun to his robe. “So now what do we do?”
He leaned forward and knocked once at the panel. Shalon felt the smooth tilt of the vehicle rising and turning. “Now,” he replied, “we go to see Mr. Gae.”
Stay thirsty, my friends!