Touching Ice (21 page)

being graced with Councilman Zorus’ presence.” The large cyborg’s voice deepened

when he said the name. “He demanded to be present and speak to them himself. He is

insistent that we can broker a deal and is rambling on about how useful an ally they

will be.”

“Damn.” Ice was irritated. “Nothing good happens when he is around.”

“Exactly.” Flint gave a nod. “I have Mira locked in our room where she’s out of

sight and I put a few guards outside my quarters. I don’t trust that bastard since he

hates all humans.” He focused on Megan. “My wife would like to meet you, Megan.

Mira is from Earth. I’m afraid she may want to spend hours talking to you. I believe

she’s lonely for another woman to spend time with and I hope you will humor her.”

A human had married the big cyborg? It surprised her but she managed a nod.

“That sounds nice.”

“Good.” Flint turned, addressing the rows of cyborgs standing at attention. “I want

everyone prepared for the worst. You heard Ice’s female and read the report.” He

turned then, staring down at Megan. “If this goes bad, do you have any suggestions?

We’re prepared to attempt electrocution in case that flaw design wasn’t fixed.”

“Pray,” she said softly.

The dark-haired cyborg softly cursed. “Great.” He lifted his head, stared up at a

camera, and nodded. “They are docking.” He faced another door. “We’re boarding their

shuttle. If a fight takes place we are going to retreat and attack their ship. That is a

target we know how to deal with.”

Ice nodded and spoke softly. “You heard Flint. Keep linked to me and if this goes

bad undock and we’ll meet up at our preplanned destination. Do not wait for us to

return. We’ll stay aboard the
Star
.” He met Megan’s raised eyebrow. “I’m talking to the

Rally
. We’re in constant communication.”

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Doors opened and Megan tensed, expecting the Markus Models to enter the large

cargo bay but instead she saw four cyborg males approaching but they weren’t wearing

black uniforms. Instead they wore red matching ones. Ice tensed.

“The council,” he whispered loud enough for Megan to hear. “Zorus is the one on

the far left.”

It stunned her that such a handsome man had such a black heart. He looked tall,

probably at least six foot four with dark-brown hair tied back in a tight ponytail. He had

thick, dark eyelashes that windowed a pair of sexy, dark-brown eyes that locked on her.

The rage she saw when their gazes met had her inching closer to Ice as the four council

members drew near. All cyborgs were beefy, strong men, but Zorus seemed particularly

thick muscled in his shoulders and upper arms.

“Ice.” Zorus glared at Megan. “That is what you risked your career on? She’s not

even attractive.”

Ice moved suddenly, putting his body in front of Megan, blocking her view of the

rude bastard who’d just insulted her. She knew Ice put himself between her and the

council members to protect her.

“Councilman Zorus.” Ice’s tone turned chilly. “She’s attractive. It’s your perspective

of humans that is disagreeable.”

“They can’t be trusted.”

Flint cleared his throat. “The shuttle has docked with us and the Markus Models are

waiting.” Something in his dark eyes flashed. “Why don’t you go first since you set up

this meeting, Councilman Zorus?” He waved his hand toward another door. “After

you, sir.”

Megan craned her head a little to peer around Ice and watched as Zorus shot Flint a

glare but he nodded. “They are going to be aid against the enemy.”

That had to be humans, Megan surmised. She stood there until Ice reached back,

offering her his arm. Her fingers gratefully curled around his forearm as he led her to

follow the four councilmen toward the waiting shuttle that held her biggest fear. The

doors opened and the cyborgs entered in pairs, with Zorus at the lead.

For some reason the councilmen stopped quickly inside and Megan thought she

heard one of them utter a harsh curse. They moved forward again and Ice’s arm tensed

under her fingers. She heard him mutter a four letter word and her gaze flew up to his.

He stared at something ahead of them to the left. She had tall men blocking her view

and didn’t see what captured their attention until they were almost in the center of the

small cargo hold.

Megan stared in horror at the far wall. One of the sex bots was naked, bound by her

wrists pulled above her head, dangling a few feet from the floor, and her hair was gone.

The now-bald bot blinked and as she turned her head to track the movement in the

room, Megan got to see the back of its head from a side view. The rear plate of her skull

was missing so her inner electronics were exposed. The bot’s lips moved but no sound

came out. At that point Megan saw the other damage that had been done to the bot. Her

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artificial skin had been cut open in places on her thighs and down one side by her hip to

expose her inner metal frame.

“Oh my God,” Megan gasped. “What did they do to her?” She took a step toward

the bot but Ice’s hand clamped down on her fingers, locking her to him, and kept her in

place.

“Quiet,” he whispered. “Mask your expressions now. They come.”

She heard them before she could see them enter the room. She’d forgotten how

heavy the Markus Models were with their metal interior frames and the resulting

thumps their feet made on the cargo flooring as they drew closer. She had to inch away

from Ice a little to see around the cyborgs in front of her but she couldn’t go far since Ice

had her hand pinned on his arm with his fingers gripping her. Four androids walked

into the cargo area single file and then lined up side by side to face their visitors.

“Eerie,” a cyborg muttered behind Megan.

She knew what he meant. The androids were exact replicas made from the same

mold. If that wasn’t bad enough, they moved in synchronicity, each movement a mirror

as they silently studied the four cyborg council members. Their heads turned at the

same angles, their gazes locking on each male one at a time, and finally someone spoke.

The councilman stepped forward a few feet and halted. “I’m Zorus. You requested

asylum and we’re here to discuss the terms.” He glanced at the four artificially made

men. “Are there more than four of you? Who is in charge?”

“We all are in command,” they said in unison. “This is the number of our strength.”

“Shit,” another cyborg whispered from behind Megan. “So much for Zorus

thinking there are a bunch of models willing to stand up to Earth Government. I’m glad

there’s not more of them. It’s creepy the way they talk together.”

Megan understood that sentiment as well and the uneasiness his voice revealed.

The defense hybrids were hive minded, obviously linked together, and working as one

unit. They hadn’t been designed that way so it was something Megan surmised they’d

changed in their own programming. She had a feeling that the council members were

wishing they’d heeded her warning now as she watched Zorus take a step back from

his potential new allies. He cleared his throat but before he could speak again, they did.

“You brought programmer Megan Bellus with you. As one of our terms, we

demand the threat destroyed.”

Ice reacted first, before Megan’s stunned mind could translate that the machines

wanted her killed. He released her and a heartbeat later put his body directly in front of

hers. His hand reached for the weapon holstered to his belt and gripped it. A tall

cyborg, a bald one, suddenly brushed against Megan’s arm, stepping forward to her

side. Ice turned his head, met the cyborg’s gaze, and nodded.

“Get her out of here if this turns bad, Coal,” he whispered.

The big, bald cyborg nodded grimly and whispered back, “I’ll protect your female

with my life.”

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Ice faced forward and moved to the right, putting himself in full view of the

Markus Models. “We’re not going to kill Megan Bellus for you. Why would you ask

that of us? She’s my wife and she’s not a threat. We brought her with us because she’s

familiar with your kind. We wanted her expertise in our negotiations with you.”

The four Markus Models locked their chilly gazes on Ice. “Humans are expendable,

a threat to our existence, illogical, and we want her destroyed.”

Coal reached out, his arm going across Megan’s chest, and he gently pushed her

behind him. He reached for his weapon as well, gripped it by the handle but didn’t

withdraw it from the holster. He backed up a step and Megan moved with him, having

no other choice as the big cyborg pressed against her.

“I don’t trust humans myself.” Zorus stated. “She did form a family unit with a

cyborg though, which makes her part of our society.”

“We want the threat destroyed,” the models demanded.

Megan inched over a little to peer between the cyborgs in front of her. She saw

Zorus as he glanced back at her, their gazes meeting, and she saw his grim, suspicious

look before he faced the Markus Models again.

“Why is she a threat to you?”

They refused to answer. Megan’s mind went into overdrive. Why were they

considering her such a threat? She’d worked with them but besides that, the only way

she could possibly hurt them was if she used her programming codes but those had to

have been changed. It was standard policy to do that as well as fix the flaws when a

product was released from the testing stage for future use. Their codes would have

changed unless…
Oh shit
, she thought.

“Ice?” she whispered. She wished she were linked to him mentally the way some of

his men were so she could talk to him without the risk of being overheard.

Onyx moved to stand on the other side of her and leaned down. He pressed his lips

to her ear. “What? Tell me and he can hear you. He doesn’t want to move from his

position.”

Megan had to put her hand on his shoulder to lean in, nearly touching his ear with

her lips. “I don’t think Barcarintellus put them into production.”

Onyx frowned, turning his head to stare at her.

She tugged on him, bringing his ear down to whisper into it again. “I think they

may have escaped instead. That’s the only reason I’d be a threat. I know their weakness

and their shutdown codes. If they weren’t fixed, modified by the company, and cleared

for duty, those wouldn’t have been changed.”

Onyx straightened and his expression hardened. He said nothing but she saw Ice

nod ahead of them so he and Onyx were obviously silently communicating. Onyx

hunched down a little and met her eyes. He mouthed his words.

“What is the shutdown code?”

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She licked her lips, wetting them, and took his hand. She met his gaze. “Mercy,” she

mouthed back and looked down. She showed him four fingers, then two, then four, and

then one. She looked up. Onyx nodded. He understood.

“We request asylum with you,” the Markus Models stated loudly. “We wish to

integrate with your society and live with your people.” They paused. “How many

cyborgs survived? We would like an exact number.”

Warning bells were going off inside Megan. Why did they want that information? It

was an odd request.

Zorus hesitated. “We’d rather not give that information out.”

“It is a logical question,” the Markus Models stated louder. “We need to know the

exact numbers of surviving cyborgs and their exact location. We demand to know.”

Megan moved forward. Onyx grabbed at her arm but she jerked away and walked

to stand next to Ice. She stared at the models and saw that they noticed her movement

as all four of them turned their heads to stare at her. Ice reached out and put his hand

on her arm, gently tugging to pull her behind him. She jerked back, holding ground.

“Authorization beta-one-four-four-six. State your real mission. That’s a direct

order.”

“What are you doing?” Zorus hissed. “How dare you interrup―”

“We are going to exchange cyborgs for cash reward and then buy more models to

conform to our mission and save the rest of our brothers,” the Markus Models stated.

Megan’s heart nearly stopped as the shock tore through her. Her gaze jerked up to

stare at Ice. “We have about fifty seconds before they aren’t frozen by that command,”

she told everyone in the room.

“Shut them down,” Ice barked.

Megan nodded. “Authorization mercy-four-two-four-one.”

“They were setting a trap for us,” Zorus gasped, astonished. “They wanted us to

lead them to Garden and the rest of our people.”

“Megan stated it was a bad idea to meet with them in the first place.” Ice glared at

the councilman. “I put that in my report but you discounted her opinion because she’s

human.”

“I hate to break up the finger pointing,” Megan said loudly, “but just because I shut

them down doesn’t mean they’ll stay that way. I don’t know what kind of modifications

they made to themselves. They obviously somehow escaped the testing facility.

Barcarintellus didn’t change their authorization codes so that’s where they came from.”

“You shut them down.” Flint spoke. “Doesn’t that mean they will stay off until they

are turned back on?”