Blue Maneuver (17 page)

Tobias shook his head and walked from the hood to the tailgate scanning it all the while. “This is my truck. Or, more precisely, the UEDs.”

Leaning back, I glanced into the empty bed. The last time I’d seen him there’d been branches and plastic garbage bags in the back. “How many trucks do you have?”

I wrung out the extra fabric of my shorts with one hand. Water dribbled down my legs and saturated my socks. Great. If I didn’t change soon I’d have pruny toes.

“Just the one.” He removed his thumb from the fob and the cone of light vanished. “I disposed of the garbage along with Pascel’s body before you and Konstantin worked your way home.”

There it was again—that ‘you’re a traitor’ tone. I shook the water off my hand. “For the last time, I am not working with Victor. I’m not secretly sending him telepathic signals about your truck and our destination. I don’t even know where we’re going.”

I resisted the urge to stamp my foot. Barely. I was wet from the waist down, aches from my fall and tackle by Victor were beginning to let themselves be known, and I still hadn’t gotten the memo about what my job was exactly. I didn’t need his suspicion as a cherry on top of my horrible day.

Irritation pulled on Tobias’s mouth as he stalked closer to me. “I simply meant that since he didn’t kill you outright, gathering a sample of your CeeBees would have been his first order of business.”

I blinked. And apparently I was a little bit too sensitive on the subject of Victor. “Oh. Well, if that’s all you’re worried about.” I shuffled the Smartphone under the key fob I taken and flashed it at Tobias. “The samples of me are in this.” I smiled. Despite knowing he wasn’t going to heap praise on my head, I was proud of my actions. I’d done good. “He used my CeeBees to put my name on some kind of blender bullet.”

“Blender bullet?” Furrows appeared in Tobias’s forehead as he opened the door and lifted the cooler from my hand.

Spinning the key fob on my index finger, I ignored the flame of embarrassment licking my cheeks. Technical words weren’t my specialty; numbers were. “He shoots, the bullet enters my body, zings around a bit and frappes my insides.”

Tobias’s jaw opened for a moment before he clicked it shut. “He has a scrambler? And your essence is written on it?”

“Blend. Scramble.” I shrugged. “Same Rae smoothie at the end.”

“Son of a rabid flugglesnart!” He caught my key fob midair and pulled the ring off my finger.

“Hey, flugglesnart, that’s mine.” I rolled the alien word around on my tongue, while trying to retrieve my stolen property. Although it had quite a few syllables, it might work as a substitute curse word.

“You stole it off Konstantin.” Tobias dropped it on the ground and crushed the opal under his heel. “It can be used as a homing beacon or worse, it could be used to kill you if you try to use it.”

Oh. I didn’t even think of that. I wonder if my local Barnes and Noble carried a spying for dummies book.

“You also owe your coin jar another dollar.” He thumbed the opal on his key chain until the gem glowed blue then aimed at the bent triangle on the ground. A bubble of cerulean encircled Victor’s weapon before streaks of electricity jumped from tip to tip to tip. “Flugglesnart is a curse word in most of the civilized corners of the galaxy. In some places, being caught speaking it out loud will get you a stay in the local house of correction.”

Got it. Flugglesnart had officially joined the list of words that will not be spoken. I jumped as the bubble popped and a column of acrid smoke rose from the destroyed key chain. “What did you just do?”

Tobias set the cooler down on the passenger side floor, cupped my elbow and steered me closer to the truck’s interior. “I eliminated any trace of your essence from the weapon.”

Excellent! No more blender bullet with my name on it.

“Thank you.” Maybe if I said it often enough, he’d learn it was the accepted response when someone helped you out. I grabbed the ‘aw snap’ handle above the door and climbed inside the cab. I braced my feet on the floor mats and my back against the seat back.

“Is something the matter?”

“I’m wet and I’ll never dry in this humidity.” I plucked at my damp shorts. “We need to stop so I can change.”

I clamped my lips together before I mentioned the bathroom at the park.

Tobias rolled his eyes. “Sit. The UED isn’t going to charge you if the upholstery gets stained.”

Could the man get any denser? Then again, maybe the guy was raised in a space barn. “I mind. Me. I don’t like being wet.”

“Then you’ll have to change in the back. We’re not stopping until I get you someplace secure.” Tobias slammed the car door.

What a douche! I glared at him as he walked around the front of the truck to the driver’s side.

He ignored me, opened the door and slid in behind the wheel.

“That’s it? End of discussion? You say jump, and I’m supposed to ask how high?” Balancing on one foot, I used the rubber mat to scrape off one shoe.

His lips twitched as he started the engine. A blast of hot, humid air shot out of the vents. “I doubt you’ll ever be that cooperative.”

I worked off my other shoe. “You can bank on that.”

But I would change in the back seat. Growing up, I had changed in worse places. Heck, my parents and I had even lived in our station wagon until my dad found work. And if he thought I was a good little soldier so be it. All I cared about was drying off. After stowing my Smartphone in the glove box, I slapped the middle section of the bench seat down and scrambled over the console into the back.

“Fortunately for you, your clothes are in the backseat.”

I definitely needed to work on my planning abilities. I’d almost stripped down without having something to change into. When the truck pulled away from the curb, I jammed my foot onto his duffle to keep my balance and forced my lips not to smile. That’s was going to leave a mark—hopefully a big footprint on his tidy whities.

I rolled my socks into soggy doughnuts before pinching them between my fingers. I caught his eye in the rearview mirror. “I don’t suppose you have a grocery sack for my wet clothes?”

His gaze shifted back to the road. “Check the seat back. I think I had a few garbage bags left after I finished wrapping up Pascel’s body.”

Pascel’s body. My shiver had nothing to do with the cold air creeping under the seat. Someplace secure could have an altogether different meaning. After all, he’d already disposed of one body today. “Are you going to kill me?”

He braked at the stop sign onto the freeway access road and stared back at me. “Why would I kill you?”

“Because Victor caught me.” Water dripped from the socks dangling from my fingers. Soggy laundry was hardly a good defense. Heck, a bucket full of M-16s and AK-47s wouldn’t help me. The man was a colonel, a trained killer, who dealt with dead bodies like taking out the garbage. Literally.

Tobias shook his head and turned onto the deserted road. “That was my mistake, not yours.”

Platitudes died stillborn in my mouth. He wouldn’t forgive himself anymore than I forgave myself for making such a stupid mistake. If I was to survive the first week on the job, I’d have to do a better job at not being kidnapped and tagged like a wildebeest. I delved into the seat pocket with my free hands. My fingers brushed the warm plastic. I quickly freed one from the roll and tucked my socks inside.

Right. Next for the shorts and undies. After removing a change of dry clothes, I set them on the bench seat and glanced up.

Lines radiated from his green eyes as he stared at me. “Want me to promise not to look?”

Squeezing between the two seats, I unknotted the drawstring at my waist. “Only if you can keep the promise.”

“Can’t see much from this angle anyway.” He winked and turned his attention straight ahead as the light turned green.

“Douche!” Wiggling my fanny, I shimmied off my wet clothes and tossed them against the plastic bag. Can’t see much. Like he would look if he had an ice cube’s chance in Hades of seeing some skin. I quickly scooped up my underwear and shorts and pulled them on.

The truck accelerated as he merged onto I-17 heading north. “How many men do you know that wouldn’t look?”

“I know a few.” I lied. Most would look. A few would probably take pictures with their phones and post it to their social networks. I ran my hands down the sides of my shorts. Good. I hadn’t put them on inside out.

He snorted. “Human males have not changed that much on any planet in the galaxy. At least not the ones attracted to females.”

After grabbing my socks and my spare pair of shoes, I climbed into the front, plopped down on the seat and belted myself in. I wiggled my bare toes in the cold air blowing from the vents. God bless the man who invented air conditioning. “So you don’t think men and women can be friends? If they’re both heterosexual, I mean.”

Tobias turned on the radio. To the mournful tone of a steel guitar, a woman wailed about the cheating ex who’d took her dog.

I jabbed the radio’s power button and turned it off. “You’re not going to answer my question.”

“I’ve been trained in interrogation techniques and recognize a trap when I hear it.”

“Coward.” I turned on the radio. Before the singer could moan about her missing foot warmer, I pressed the first preset button. The digital readout changed but the music remained the same. The same thing happened when I poked the second button and the third. Crap on a cracker! “Don’t tell me the whole universe listens to country music.”

“Just the Milky Way Galaxy. It’s a way for us to stay connected to our Earth roots.”

Ignoring the preset buttons, I turned the dial. The singer’s voice didn’t even fade. “God that’s depressing.”

Before Tobias could answer, his cell phone rang. He flipped it open. “Werner.”

I turned off the radio. Wasn’t there something in the galactic constitution about cruel and unusual punishment? I opened the glove compartment and pulled out my Smartphone. Maybe there was a way I could use it as an MP3 player before my ears bled from twang overload.

“Yes, Ma’am. Understood, Ma’am. I’ll ask her, Ma’am.” In the passing streetlights, Tobias’s knuckles shown white on the steering wheel. “Did you get a phone call?”

I tapped the screen and the cell came to life. “It doesn’t say I missed any phone calls.”

“That’s a negative, Ma’am.” He sighed. “Read me the screen icons, Rae.”

“I have the role playing icon that changes my appearance, the games icon that is just the games and a recipe exchange icon that popped up when I asked Mrs. Roberts about her home world.” At least, I think I asked about her home planet.

“Open the recipes exchange icon.” The tires thumped as Tobias drifted into another lane.

I selected the cupcake icon. A series of numbers popped up on the screen next to long and lat. Aw snap. I think I just messed up big time. Biting my lower lip, I flashed the screen at Tobias.

His jaw clenched and he grabbed my hand and set it on the wheel. ‘Steer,’ he mouthed.

I nodded and kept the trunk in the lane.

He took my phone. “No Ma’am she didn’t get the message. The datapad was dropped in the water and had to be rebooted.” He pressed the cigarette lighter and the dash of the trunk flipped to expose a series of electronic face plates. “Yes, Ma’am, I can assure you that she appreciates the gravity of her situation.”

I nodded. If I failed I was dead.

“Can you resend?” My Smartphone blipped and another cupcake appeared. “Transmission accepted. Thank you, Ma’am.” After snapping his cell closed, Tobias set my phone into a slot on the dash and a map appeared where the radio had once been.

“Thank you.” I set my hand on his arm. His muscles were like iron under my palm. “I honestly thought it was about Mrs. Roberts’s home world.”

He jerked his head once. “How close were you to Konstantin when the icon first appeared?”

Had I been standing up or kneeling next to him? My memory returned a blank. “I don’t know. Why?”

“He could have sent a ghost copy to his datapad.” Tobias pressed the accelerator to the floor.

I leaned back against the seat as the truck shot forward into the darkness. “That would be bad.”

“Very.” His fingers danced over a few of the dash’s green buttons. “According to the transmission, our guests will arrive in five minutes and we’re twenty minutes away from their landing coordinates.”

Plenty of time for Victor to get there, especially since he would have known the location. Thank God Tobias’s boss had called to make sure we’d gotten the message. I shook out my socks and stuffed my feet inside. I had to be ready when we arrived. My life depended upon it.

Three minutes twenty-nine seconds, until the aliens landed. I was so not ready for them. My attention flew to the digital map embedded in the truck’s dashboard. The green blip marking our position was far from the red dot highlighting our destination. Please God, don’t let Konstantin get there first.

Don’t let my first job with the UED be my last job. Ever!

After I finished lacing my sneakers, I tossed my damp shoes in the back and smoothed my denim shorts. My attire was more beach wear than work casual. Still, maybe I could make somewhat of a professional impression when I met… My mind emptied.

Holy Toledo! I didn’t even know the names of the people we were going to meet. “What are their names?”

With shaking hands, I slapped down the sun visor and looked at my reflection in the small oval mirror. Wide brown eyes stared back and those hated freckles seemed overly large in my pale face. Great. And I didn’t have my purse, or make-up. I pinched my cheeks and lips to add some color.

“Ulla and Ruud Torunn.”

“What?” Their names were the sound most people made after eating bad Mexican food. I flipped the visor up. “The first thing they’ll need is new names.”

Tobias shifted into the far left lane and darted around a Fiat. The speedometer hovered at one hundred-twenty miles per hour. “Yes, changing a witness’s name is usually the first order of business.”

“Don’t get snippy with me.” I held onto the ‘aw snap’ handle as he swerved across three lanes of traffic to hit the off ramp onto Carefree Highway. “I’ve never done this before. Shouldn’t I have some information about them?”