Authors: Lolita Lopez
immediate threat, Naya had been able to convince herself
that Menace didn’t need to know al the ugly details of
her teenage years. She had done her research and
learned that the things she had done were in a gray area
when it came to the statute of limitations.
Menace kept teling her the past was the past and it
couldn’t be changed. He had overlooked her
involvement in the Red Feather, but if he ever found out
about the other things she had done? Naya’s chest ached
with the very real possibility that he would turn his back
on her.
When she reached the floor where the armory was
located, Naya stepped off the elevator. The guard at the
doorway seemed surprised to see her but he scanned her
wrist and waved her through to the office Menace
occupied. She had come down here with him twice, both
times only to grab something he needed from his desk.
No doubt he wouldn’t be thriled that she’d broken
No doubt he wouldn’t be thriled that she’d broken
protocol to visit him while he worked, but the thought of
making the long trek back to their private quarters with
Terror hot on her heels made her sick. There were too
many infrequently used corridors where the frightening
Shadow Force soldier could snatch her.
She rounded a corner—and slammed into a very
familiar chest. “
Oof!
”
“Naya?” Menace grasped her shoulders and set her
back on her feet. “What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to see you.” She glanced over her
shoulder to make sure she hadn’t been folowed.
Menace cupped her chin and peered down at her. An
expression of concern colored his face. “Are you okay?
You look scared.”
Naya licked her lips. “I thought someone was
folowing me.”
He caressed her cheek with his knuckles. “Did you go
to the med bay for your mandatory head check?”
She roled her eyes. “I’m not crazy!”
“I didn’t say you were. Space sickness is a very real
threat, sweetheart. You’ve gone from spending every
day of your life on solid ground to spending…what?
day of your life on solid ground to spending…what?
Thirty-three days in space? It can affect your mind.”
She huffed loudly. “I don’t have space sickness. I
thought Terror was folowing me.”
Menace reeled back in surprise. “Terror? He’s back
on the ship?”
“I just saw him in the retail sector.”
“He was probably trying to catch up with you to talk. I
know he’s terrifying on the outside but he’s a realy great
guy when you get to know him.”
“I’l have to take your word for it.”
Menace cracked a smile and checked his watch. “I’m
off-duty in half an hour. You want to come back to my
office and watch me finish inputting some data? We can
grab dinner when I’m done.”
Relieved that he would let her stay, she happily
nodded. “I’d love that.”
He slid his arm around her shoulders and led her to his
office. The space was cramped and hot. Menace
gestured to the chair in front of his desk but she ignored
him, choosing instead to slide onto the empty space next
to this workstation.
Chuckling, Menace dropped into his chair. “You are
Chuckling, Menace dropped into his chair. “You are
the prettiest damn paperweight I’ve ever seen.”
“You could hire me on as your assistant. I could perch
right here every day and brighten up the place.” Naya
crossed her legs, making sure to show off as much skin
as possible. It wasn’t often that she wore skirts back on
Calyx but up here on the ship she’d rediscovered her
childhood love of them.
Menace had discovered his love of the garments as
wel. His hand moved to her bare leg. He stroked her
skin. “Temping offer, sweetheart, but I don’t think I
would get much work done.”
“Probably not,” Naya agreed, only too aware of his
raging libido. She grasped his hand and returned it to his
desk. “Finish your work so we can go home and play.”
“We might not make it home,” Menace grumbled and
picked up the stack of shiny silver cards on his desk. He
scanned them one by one and tapped information into the
empty fields on the big touchscreen monitor mounted on
his desk.
“What are you doing?”
“I spent the morning certifying the first group of
soldiers to use the new weapons we’l be receiving
tomorrow. It’s the newest version of a plasma gun. It’s
supposed to be ideal for urban warfare.”
“I see.” Naya didn’t like the sound of that. If the men
in this sector of Harcos operations were gearing up for
urban warfare, it meant they had identified the locations
of rumored terrorists on Calyx. She feared what that
would mean for the innocent people down there who
would inevitably be caught in the crossfire.
Menace paused his scanning and tapping and pointed
to a smal digital catalogue on top of a pile of similar
weapons catalogues. “The specs are in there if you’d like
to see them.”
Naya picked up the lightweight catalog and swiped
her finger over the touchscreen to activate the sales pitch.
Images of explosions and terrifyingly large soldiers
decimating enemy forces popped onto the screen. The
bright-white bursts from the muzzles burned right through
armor, clothing and skin. The gaping holes left in the
bodies smoked and sizzled. Twenty seconds into the
pitch, she’d seen enough and stopped it. “Gross.”
He chuckled. “But effective.”
“You realize that the people down on Calyx are
farmers and milers and tradesmen. I mean, dentistry is
farmers and milers and tradesmen. I mean, dentistry is
considered magic to some of those people in the far-flung
corners of our civilization. Do you realy need a weapon
like this?”
“It’s not your people we’re worried about, Naya. We
know that the Harcos faction of insurgents, the Splinters,
are here. That bombing four years ago in The City near
our embassy had al the trademarks. There’s no doubt
they’re trying to sow seeds of dissatisfaction down there
to gain folowers and fighters for their dwindling army.”
“So what? You’re going to hunt them down with those
guns? What if you shoot the wrong people?”
Menace didn’t glance up from his scanning and typing.
“That’s war, Naya. Colateral damage is acceptable.”
Naya didn’t think. She puled back her fist and
punched him hard on the shoulder. “How can you say
that? Colateral damage? Those are people, Menace!”
He frowned and rubbed his shoulder. “That
hurt
.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she replied sarcasticaly. “That was
colateral damage from my anger at your indifference.”
Menace’s jaw tightened. “What do you want me to
say, Naya? That we never make mistakes? I’m no liar.
Sometimes innocent people are in the wrong place at the
Sometimes innocent people are in the wrong place at the
wrong time. I can’t change that. I won’t sit here and lie to
you by promising you that these weapons wil only be
used against terrorists.”
“Okay and what happens when these weapons get
into the hands of those Splinter guys?”
“They won’t.”
His arrogance burned her already frayed nerves. “You
can’t know that, Menace. Helo! Your people have
imposed a weapons ban on Calyx for centuries, yet we
have weapons. You confiscated one from me,
remember?”
“Oh, I remember al right.”
“Then please listen to me. You are in the wilds of the
galaxy out here. You cannot protect every shipment that
comes your way.” Naya stopped herself before she said
something incriminating. This definitely wasn’t the time to
come clean to him, not here in his office. “Look, al I’m
saying is that there have been things that came through
the front doors of my pawnshop that were straight off
your ships. You couldn’t control pieces of tech. How the
hel do you intend to control the flow of weapons,
Menace?”
He sat back in his chair and studied her. Finaly he
He sat back in his chair and studied her. Finaly he
spoke. “I don’t disagree with your assessment, but that’s
not my department. I’m just the weapons specialist.”
She sighed slowly and dropped her gaze. “People are
going to die, Menace.”
“They already are, Naya. That’s why we have to stop
these terrorists before they gain a real foothold on your
planet. A handful of surgical strikes and we solve the
problem.”
She shook her head and stared at him. “That easy,
huh?”
“That’s what they tel people in my paygrade.”
Signaling an end to their discussion, Menace returned
to his work. Naya stifled the inner voice that urged her to
just fucking tel him already. Their discussion had given
her the perfect opening to just lay it al on the line. Fear
stopped her. The idea that he would react with anger or
disgust made it impossible for her to take the brave step
of confessing her sins.
Menace worked diligently at her side. The hands that
had brought her such pleasure and that cradled her close
at night mesmerized her. She gazed at his handsome face.
The thought of never again seeing his smiling face across
The thought of never again seeing his smiling face across
the dinner table or feeling his lips gliding over her skin
squashed whatever courage she’d been able to muster.
Refusing to ruin what she shared with Menace, Naya
convinced herself that Terror couldn’t possibly know
what she’d done. There were no records. She’d only
ever been arrested for petty crimes. Maybe Terror had
his suspicions but he didn’t have proof. She wasn’t about
to give it to him by unburdening her conscience on
Menace. Some secrets had to be kept…whatever the
cost.
Naya had gone awfuly quiet as he worked. Menace
scanned the last card and inputted the final pieces of data
before logging off. He placed the cards back in their case
and slipped it into the drawer of his desk where he kept
the range records of every soldier on the ship. Touching
her knee, Menace got her attention. “I have something I
want you to see.”
She roled her eyes. “I think you showed me that this
morning in the shower.”
Menace chortled and shoved out of his chair. “No, not
that
.” He held out his hand and tugged her off his desk.
“I was going to give it to you later but you’re here now
“I was going to give it to you later but you’re here now
so we may as wel play with it.”
“Now I know you’re talking about sex. Is it another
one of your weird toys?”
Menace frowned at her. “You make it sound like I’m
a sex-addicted pervert.”
“Um…have you looked in the mirror lately?”
“Watch
it,”
he
warned.
“There’s
enough
soundproofing in the shooting range for me to toss you
across my knee and swat that little ass of yours until it’s
bright-red.”
Naya laughed and patted his chest. “Tease.”
“You’re awfuly brave today, sweetheart.” He led her
into the shooting range and punched in the activation
code that would alert the control rooms and police that
any shots fired were for training purposes only. The last
thing he wanted was an SRU team storming the range in
the search for an active shooter.
“Take these.” Menace pressed a pair of headphones
and safety glasses into her hand. “You’l have to wear
them.”
She examined the protective equipment. “Why?”
“Because I’m rather fond of your beautiful eyes and
“Because I’m rather fond of your beautiful eyes and
I’m sure you like being able to hear,” he replied. “Once
we’re in the shooting area,” he gestured to the stations on
the far end of the room, “you’l wear that gear or else
you won’t get to fire your weapon.”
She perked up at that tidbit. “My weapon?”
Menace nodded. “Venom brought it down earlier.
Vicious and Admiral Orion finaly got around to stamping
my permit. I know this is your firearm, but technicaly it’s
mine now. That means I’m responsible for it which
means that after firing it today it goes right into the gun
safe in our quarters.”
“I understand.”
“I’l bring you to the range as often as possible.”
Menace unlocked the armory gun safe. Unlike the smal
box in their closet, this safe was actualy a room with
wals covered in weapons. He kept at least two models
of every weapon within the current Harcos arsenal in the