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itsallovernowHave a great week, and thanks to everyone for the support and well wishes. I'm a big whiner, and the trip will be fine. I will however, be internet free, so I shall "see" you all in a week. Try to stay out of trouble while I'm away:)
And because I promised, although it needs a serious edit and suffers severely from the telling not showing problem. More Blue Eyes.
Chapter 14
Anix sat alone in the common area picking at the remnants of first meal and delaying the moment when she’d have to find her tutor and sit for lessons. “Goddess forbid that the capture of a Scarran, the rebuilding of a city, or a vast interspecies war interfere in my studies,” she grumbled to herself, “because the history of relations between the Sebacean culture and their neighbors is certainly gonna help me the next time I meet a Scarran.”
She’d tried to bring these arguments up with her mother, but Aeryn’s response was generally of the “because I said so variety.” The one time she’d countered that response with a reminder of why Aeryn didn’t want her to be a Peacekeeper in the first place – blindly following orders that made no sense just because a superior officer ordered her to - she’d become very familiar with a tiny cleaning implement and the stalls of the showers. However, being sent away, kept in the dark, protected and coddled and scolded – all of it was getting very, very old. Things were going on, within the palace walls and outside of them and she was frelling sick of always being the last to know what was going on.
D’Argo hadn’t even commed her since last night, let alone shown up to check in on her, and Teyvn wasn’t back yet. A passel of techs had been dispatched early this morning to dissemble the Scarrran ship, but she only knew that had happened because no one disobeyed her mother when she gave orders as the Captain, not even D’Argo. It was hard to believe that she’d been hiding from imminent danger less than a solar day ago. Here in this burned out palace with all of its domestic drama, it was harder still to remember the vast scope of events that were happening in the greater universe. She had a little more sympathy for the Empress and Councilor Tyno now. Maintaining events on a planet was more complicated than she would have thought. She’d heard Tyno and the Empress arguing mutedly this morning as she passed the Princess’ med chamber. Anix hadn’t slept particularly well the night before, her adrenaline still pumping and the underlying fear for her mother and for Crichton niggling at her mind, waking her up at odd moments.
Facing that Scarran, knowing for certain that she was in danger had given weight to all of the warnings and the over-protectiveness that had marked her life from the moment she could remember, but she had followed orders, done what was best and what she was told – and what made sense, she reminded herself – and things had worked out. Crichton was alive and the Scarran might be able to be questioned, and somewhere in there, someone might have established a little bit of faith in her common sense and ability to handle a situation and not send her to bed like an errant child. Anix took a deep breath and stabbed her fork into the meatlike substance left on her plate, sighing in frustration.
She knew that her childhood had been unusual, even amongst the variety of species that she had been raised around, but she also felt that her existence seemed to mean something to them that went far beyond who she, Anix Sun, was. She disliked that sensation even more than the stifling worry of the adults. Her mother seemed at times to be the worst of the offenders. Aeryn had confidence in her intelligence and in her physical skills, but she seemed less confident in her ability to make decisions or be certain of what she wanted.
Her casual dismissal of her daughter’s wishes was more frustrating than anything in the universe. When Aeryn looked at her with that locked jaw, I know what’s best expression, Anix wanted to scream and throw things, which would have gained her nothing more than a look of disappointment and disgust from her mother. She knew Aeryn loved her, but she just wished that Aeryn trusted her to make good decisions instead of being pleasantly surprised when she did.
Anix knew what she wanted, was certain that should could be helpful in this rebellion, that she could make her mother proud. She understood maths and sciences as well as some of the techs, many of whom had spent time working on concepts and mechanics with her, thrilled that anyone inside or outside of the Peacekeepers might be interested in their work, and the time she’d spent with John Crichton had helped that. He didn’t dismiss her ideas or her wishes as childhood nonsense. He listened to her intently, smiled at her sometimes with a gently amused look that she really didn’t mind, and asked her pointed questions. He gave as much credence to her ideas as he did to anyone else’s. Granted, D’Argo and her mother had encouraged her to work on the engineering projects, but truthfully, the techs had far greater knowledge than she did, her role was more to interpret information for the soldiers. But still, she wanted to wrap her hands around something substantial. She was determined, more so now than ever, to prove that her skills and talents were equal to anyone’s, that she could handle the responsibilities that weighed upon the adults in her life.
Last night had been a perfect example of the way everyone dismissed her. Atos, who never, ever commed for assistance or guidance, who never in the entire time he’d been in their lives seemed hesitant or uncertain, had sounded positively shaken, and D’Argo had sent her away rather than tell her what was wrong. She wanted to stamp her foot, demand answers, beg to be allowed to go with him, but again, cycles of the same response had taught her that she had little chance of convincing anyone to listen to her. At least when Chiana was around, she would tell Anix things, secrets and suggestions and things that made her giggle. Chiana knew what it was like to be protected and kept in the dark by people who claimed that the enforced ignorance was done out of love. She didn’t like it any better than Anix, did and so had taught her some of her tricks. Those lessons had been supplemented by Rygel, who had liked her initially because she was closer to his size than the others. She intended to put those skills to use today.
***
Years had passed since he had last found himself in the throws of a true hyper rage. Early days of living with Crichton, the testosterone fueled rages of his youth, his son’s treachery, and most recently, the news of the Peacekeeper compact with the Luxan homeworlds and the swift and brutal betrayal of that alliance, all these things have pushed him into that madness, but with age had come control and awarenss. However, standing here, looking into the face of a young Sebacean who had been taken into the heart of his family, D’Argo could feel the tell tale signs of the rage creeping up on him.
Be’Ann had been moved from the conference room late in the night after awakening and consulting with Tyno, who looked more harried and harassed with each passing day, and ensconced in an immovable chair that had apparently been designed for the purposes of inquisition. D’Argo had humorlessly asked the Councilor if another such room was available in case the Scarran made it through the night, but Tyno merely shrugged and pointed to the heavy chains on the walls of the chamber, and then mumbled something about there being workshops underground that might be suitable. D’Argo had been prepared for a savage and enjoyable session with a known enemy, and felt blindsided by this current situation. He’d expected that they would uncover an old ally of dead Prince Clavor, or a Scarran or Peacekeeper sympathizer who thought they were doing a minor favor for a powerful government. He had never expected this betrayal to come from within.
“I am not a spy,” Be’Ann said, shaking her head from side to side, her pale yellow hair damp with sweat and flecks of blood. D’Argo had been unable to keep Atos from backhanding her after her first denial, but the soldier’s behavior had been dealt with swiftly. He threatened to strip Atos of his position, to send him to monitor the techs or babysit Teyvn and the grunts as they transported the Scarran. The old Peacekeeper had backed away, clamped his mouth shut and focused his hatred on the girl. It was, in D’Argo’s opinion, more powerful than his fists, although he was willing to bet that Atos had knocked a tooth loose.
“I’m not,” she insisted, the same tune she’d been singing for arns, running her tongue along the back of her teeth, worrying them. “I’m no one’s spy.”
D’Argo looked at her, tamping down the rage. They had evidence, witnesses and logs that said she had created the holes in the defense system that had allowed the Scarran to slip in unnoticed. Her comrades had reported erratic behavior from her, and in the early evening hours yesterday, a small, barely detectable signal had been recorded that contained Peacekeeper codes.
The interrogation had been long and protracted, with long sessions when she was left alone with only Atos and his silent hatred and contempt while they arranged a place for the Scarran, but so far it had proved fruitless. She refused to admit wrongdoing, even after wave upon wave of evidence belayed her claims. Unexplained absences, appearing in places she shouldn’t have been, close personal contact with people who had important information, these things alone were circumstantial, but her ID code had been recorded by the computer in a multitude of places where sensitive data had been downloaded, and while that could be faked, it was time consuming and difficult. Their computers were very secure.
If Be’Ann wasn’t a spy, he didn’t know what she was. He wanted to believe her, looking at her young, frightened face, her split lip only making her seem more vulnerable. He had memories of her with Anix clinging to her hand, the child’s unruly hair and distracted eyes signaling that the girl’s job had been particularly trying that day. Anix had always been one step ahead of anyone assigned to look after her, in the way of most clever children and Be’Ann hadn’t been a particularly good nanny. But they’d been on Moya, and Aeryn had been as patient and sympathetic as she had the tolerance to be, possibly seeing some of herself in the girl. She’d offered her education and advancement when she was ready and the girl had always seemed grateful. But now, looking in her eyes, watching her struggle against the bonds of the chair, D’Argo absolutely knew she was lying to him. There was something off, something missing. Her protests rang hollow, but he didn’t know why.
Finally, he slammed his fist down onto the chair behind her head, leaning in close, breathing on her, using his size to intimidate. “We know you are a spy, Be’Ann,” he growled softly, “so why are you denying it?”
She looked him in the eye, and didn’t flinch, so he offered up his final trade “I know that you personally allowed for a hole in the tracking system, which in turn allowed a Scarran to land on the planet without being identified immediately.”
He paused, but her gaze was clear and steady, if filled with fatigue.
D’Argo wrapped his hand around her bound wrist, squeezing hard, and continued. “If you tell us who you are working for, I will keep Aeryn Sun from torturing the information out of you.”
He squeezed harder, the bones in her wrist knitting together and starting to give under the pressure with tiny cracking sounds. Her lips tightened and she remained silent, but a flicker of fear crossed her features. D’Argo continued to squeeze, enjoying the bend of delicate Sebacean bones and the shudder of the woman trying not to show the pain she was in.
“Aeryn is not Atos, she’s not me. You allowed the Scarran in, and you put all of us, but most importantly, her child at risk. She will not show you any mercy, nor will she care if the session ends your life.” He inched closer to her wide eyes and brought his fingers together, crushing her wrist with a snap, grinding the shards of bone together and finally pulling a cry from the girl.
“This will seem merciful,” he said quietly and released her, backing off and leaving the room, disgust threading through him.
Atos followed him out, and stood in front of him, awaiting further instructions.
“Give her water,” he said, “but don’t bind her wrist.”
Atos nodded once in agreement. “Has Teyvn arrived with the Scarran?” he asked wearily.
Another nod.
“Aeryn?”
‘She and Crichton were collected and should be here any microt.” Atos reported.
D’Argo glowered. “It’s going to be a very long day,” he sighed.
***
The Scarran looked just as intimidating chained to a wall the cavernous underground room where metal workers normally forged things for the palace as he had lurking menacingly in an alley. His clothing was filthy and torn, and his limbs seemed out of sync with his attempts at movement. His size and noticeable power were no less frightening, and when he blinked open his eyes, Anix sucked in her breath, trying to calm herself, only succeeding when his gaze unfocused, mirroring his twitching arms and legs.
She’d been thwarted in her attempts to find out what was going on with D’Argo and Atos by the arrival of her tutor, but she’d sped through her lessons, and snuck away while he was reviewing her molecular chemistry work, following the gossiping guards into the basement. It had been hideously easy to steal down the steps and hide in the damp, echoing chambers. The bubbling vats of acid, and hollow plinks of dropping water disguised her subtle movements. Anyway, she’d learned to sneak and creep from the best and she’d had years of practice in hiding from these particular soldiers.
Teyvn looked equally filthy, his normally immaculate appearance ruined by dirt and blood. He had taken off his body armor, and was armed with nothing more than a silver neural stick. The Scarran wasn’t responding particularly well to questions, but Anix couldn’t tell whether he was unable or unwilling because the creature spasmed every time Teyvn raised his baton. When the soldier’s com crackled to life, Anix breathed a sigh of relief. Watching her friend torture someone, even a monster like the Scarran was making her feel ill. Teyvn didn’t look like he was taking any pleasure from the exercise, but he certainly wasn’t shying away from it. Her mother’s voice broke into the air and Anix held her breath. Aeryn would be looking for her, and would be furious to find her here. Sneaking into the cavern had been one thing, sneaking out while attention was turned from the prisoner would be decidedly more challenging.
Glancing suspiciously at the Scarran, Teyvn moved closer to Anix in order to speak to her mother.
“You all right, Captain?” he asked.
Aeryn ignored the inquiry “Is the Scarran secure?”
“Yeah, he’s all locked down, but he’s not giving us anything.”
The air was still while Aeryn registered that and then sighed deeply and heavily. “Have you spoken to D’Argo or Atos?” she asked quietly.
“No, although one of the guards told me that they’d found the spy.”
“Yes,” she replied, her voice hard and steely. “Be’Ann.”
Anix couldn’t help the tiny gasp that escaped her, then swiftly dug her nails into her palm to keep from making more noise. She wanted to jump up, to protest that they had to be wrong, or lying, that her friend couldn’t be a spy, but the protest lodged in her throat. Teyvn must not have heard her because all he did was briefly shut his eyes in resignation and lower his head.
“You need me up there?” he offered softly.
Again Aeryn didn’t reply to his question, but asked, “Do you know where Anix is? Her tutor said she disappeared less than an arn ago, but no one has seen her.”
Teyvn allowed a hint of a smile to appear. “Oh, I have a pretty good idea,” he said. “You coming down here?”
“We’ll be there shortly,” she answered and signed off.
Teyvn raised an eyebrow and mouthed “We” then turned towards her hiding place. “All right Cadet Sun, time for games is over,” he said.
And because I promised, although it needs a serious edit and suffers severely from the telling not showing problem. More Blue Eyes.
Chapter 14
Anix sat alone in the common area picking at the remnants of first meal and delaying the moment when she’d have to find her tutor and sit for lessons. “Goddess forbid that the capture of a Scarran, the rebuilding of a city, or a vast interspecies war interfere in my studies,” she grumbled to herself, “because the history of relations between the Sebacean culture and their neighbors is certainly gonna help me the next time I meet a Scarran.”
She’d tried to bring these arguments up with her mother, but Aeryn’s response was generally of the “because I said so variety.” The one time she’d countered that response with a reminder of why Aeryn didn’t want her to be a Peacekeeper in the first place – blindly following orders that made no sense just because a superior officer ordered her to - she’d become very familiar with a tiny cleaning implement and the stalls of the showers. However, being sent away, kept in the dark, protected and coddled and scolded – all of it was getting very, very old. Things were going on, within the palace walls and outside of them and she was frelling sick of always being the last to know what was going on.
D’Argo hadn’t even commed her since last night, let alone shown up to check in on her, and Teyvn wasn’t back yet. A passel of techs had been dispatched early this morning to dissemble the Scarrran ship, but she only knew that had happened because no one disobeyed her mother when she gave orders as the Captain, not even D’Argo. It was hard to believe that she’d been hiding from imminent danger less than a solar day ago. Here in this burned out palace with all of its domestic drama, it was harder still to remember the vast scope of events that were happening in the greater universe. She had a little more sympathy for the Empress and Councilor Tyno now. Maintaining events on a planet was more complicated than she would have thought. She’d heard Tyno and the Empress arguing mutedly this morning as she passed the Princess’ med chamber. Anix hadn’t slept particularly well the night before, her adrenaline still pumping and the underlying fear for her mother and for Crichton niggling at her mind, waking her up at odd moments.
Facing that Scarran, knowing for certain that she was in danger had given weight to all of the warnings and the over-protectiveness that had marked her life from the moment she could remember, but she had followed orders, done what was best and what she was told – and what made sense, she reminded herself – and things had worked out. Crichton was alive and the Scarran might be able to be questioned, and somewhere in there, someone might have established a little bit of faith in her common sense and ability to handle a situation and not send her to bed like an errant child. Anix took a deep breath and stabbed her fork into the meatlike substance left on her plate, sighing in frustration.
She knew that her childhood had been unusual, even amongst the variety of species that she had been raised around, but she also felt that her existence seemed to mean something to them that went far beyond who she, Anix Sun, was. She disliked that sensation even more than the stifling worry of the adults. Her mother seemed at times to be the worst of the offenders. Aeryn had confidence in her intelligence and in her physical skills, but she seemed less confident in her ability to make decisions or be certain of what she wanted.
Her casual dismissal of her daughter’s wishes was more frustrating than anything in the universe. When Aeryn looked at her with that locked jaw, I know what’s best expression, Anix wanted to scream and throw things, which would have gained her nothing more than a look of disappointment and disgust from her mother. She knew Aeryn loved her, but she just wished that Aeryn trusted her to make good decisions instead of being pleasantly surprised when she did.
Anix knew what she wanted, was certain that should could be helpful in this rebellion, that she could make her mother proud. She understood maths and sciences as well as some of the techs, many of whom had spent time working on concepts and mechanics with her, thrilled that anyone inside or outside of the Peacekeepers might be interested in their work, and the time she’d spent with John Crichton had helped that. He didn’t dismiss her ideas or her wishes as childhood nonsense. He listened to her intently, smiled at her sometimes with a gently amused look that she really didn’t mind, and asked her pointed questions. He gave as much credence to her ideas as he did to anyone else’s. Granted, D’Argo and her mother had encouraged her to work on the engineering projects, but truthfully, the techs had far greater knowledge than she did, her role was more to interpret information for the soldiers. But still, she wanted to wrap her hands around something substantial. She was determined, more so now than ever, to prove that her skills and talents were equal to anyone’s, that she could handle the responsibilities that weighed upon the adults in her life.
Last night had been a perfect example of the way everyone dismissed her. Atos, who never, ever commed for assistance or guidance, who never in the entire time he’d been in their lives seemed hesitant or uncertain, had sounded positively shaken, and D’Argo had sent her away rather than tell her what was wrong. She wanted to stamp her foot, demand answers, beg to be allowed to go with him, but again, cycles of the same response had taught her that she had little chance of convincing anyone to listen to her. At least when Chiana was around, she would tell Anix things, secrets and suggestions and things that made her giggle. Chiana knew what it was like to be protected and kept in the dark by people who claimed that the enforced ignorance was done out of love. She didn’t like it any better than Anix, did and so had taught her some of her tricks. Those lessons had been supplemented by Rygel, who had liked her initially because she was closer to his size than the others. She intended to put those skills to use today.
***
Years had passed since he had last found himself in the throws of a true hyper rage. Early days of living with Crichton, the testosterone fueled rages of his youth, his son’s treachery, and most recently, the news of the Peacekeeper compact with the Luxan homeworlds and the swift and brutal betrayal of that alliance, all these things have pushed him into that madness, but with age had come control and awarenss. However, standing here, looking into the face of a young Sebacean who had been taken into the heart of his family, D’Argo could feel the tell tale signs of the rage creeping up on him.
Be’Ann had been moved from the conference room late in the night after awakening and consulting with Tyno, who looked more harried and harassed with each passing day, and ensconced in an immovable chair that had apparently been designed for the purposes of inquisition. D’Argo had humorlessly asked the Councilor if another such room was available in case the Scarran made it through the night, but Tyno merely shrugged and pointed to the heavy chains on the walls of the chamber, and then mumbled something about there being workshops underground that might be suitable. D’Argo had been prepared for a savage and enjoyable session with a known enemy, and felt blindsided by this current situation. He’d expected that they would uncover an old ally of dead Prince Clavor, or a Scarran or Peacekeeper sympathizer who thought they were doing a minor favor for a powerful government. He had never expected this betrayal to come from within.
“I am not a spy,” Be’Ann said, shaking her head from side to side, her pale yellow hair damp with sweat and flecks of blood. D’Argo had been unable to keep Atos from backhanding her after her first denial, but the soldier’s behavior had been dealt with swiftly. He threatened to strip Atos of his position, to send him to monitor the techs or babysit Teyvn and the grunts as they transported the Scarran. The old Peacekeeper had backed away, clamped his mouth shut and focused his hatred on the girl. It was, in D’Argo’s opinion, more powerful than his fists, although he was willing to bet that Atos had knocked a tooth loose.
“I’m not,” she insisted, the same tune she’d been singing for arns, running her tongue along the back of her teeth, worrying them. “I’m no one’s spy.”
D’Argo looked at her, tamping down the rage. They had evidence, witnesses and logs that said she had created the holes in the defense system that had allowed the Scarran to slip in unnoticed. Her comrades had reported erratic behavior from her, and in the early evening hours yesterday, a small, barely detectable signal had been recorded that contained Peacekeeper codes.
The interrogation had been long and protracted, with long sessions when she was left alone with only Atos and his silent hatred and contempt while they arranged a place for the Scarran, but so far it had proved fruitless. She refused to admit wrongdoing, even after wave upon wave of evidence belayed her claims. Unexplained absences, appearing in places she shouldn’t have been, close personal contact with people who had important information, these things alone were circumstantial, but her ID code had been recorded by the computer in a multitude of places where sensitive data had been downloaded, and while that could be faked, it was time consuming and difficult. Their computers were very secure.
If Be’Ann wasn’t a spy, he didn’t know what she was. He wanted to believe her, looking at her young, frightened face, her split lip only making her seem more vulnerable. He had memories of her with Anix clinging to her hand, the child’s unruly hair and distracted eyes signaling that the girl’s job had been particularly trying that day. Anix had always been one step ahead of anyone assigned to look after her, in the way of most clever children and Be’Ann hadn’t been a particularly good nanny. But they’d been on Moya, and Aeryn had been as patient and sympathetic as she had the tolerance to be, possibly seeing some of herself in the girl. She’d offered her education and advancement when she was ready and the girl had always seemed grateful. But now, looking in her eyes, watching her struggle against the bonds of the chair, D’Argo absolutely knew she was lying to him. There was something off, something missing. Her protests rang hollow, but he didn’t know why.
Finally, he slammed his fist down onto the chair behind her head, leaning in close, breathing on her, using his size to intimidate. “We know you are a spy, Be’Ann,” he growled softly, “so why are you denying it?”
She looked him in the eye, and didn’t flinch, so he offered up his final trade “I know that you personally allowed for a hole in the tracking system, which in turn allowed a Scarran to land on the planet without being identified immediately.”
He paused, but her gaze was clear and steady, if filled with fatigue.
D’Argo wrapped his hand around her bound wrist, squeezing hard, and continued. “If you tell us who you are working for, I will keep Aeryn Sun from torturing the information out of you.”
He squeezed harder, the bones in her wrist knitting together and starting to give under the pressure with tiny cracking sounds. Her lips tightened and she remained silent, but a flicker of fear crossed her features. D’Argo continued to squeeze, enjoying the bend of delicate Sebacean bones and the shudder of the woman trying not to show the pain she was in.
“Aeryn is not Atos, she’s not me. You allowed the Scarran in, and you put all of us, but most importantly, her child at risk. She will not show you any mercy, nor will she care if the session ends your life.” He inched closer to her wide eyes and brought his fingers together, crushing her wrist with a snap, grinding the shards of bone together and finally pulling a cry from the girl.
“This will seem merciful,” he said quietly and released her, backing off and leaving the room, disgust threading through him.
Atos followed him out, and stood in front of him, awaiting further instructions.
“Give her water,” he said, “but don’t bind her wrist.”
Atos nodded once in agreement. “Has Teyvn arrived with the Scarran?” he asked wearily.
Another nod.
“Aeryn?”
‘She and Crichton were collected and should be here any microt.” Atos reported.
D’Argo glowered. “It’s going to be a very long day,” he sighed.
***
The Scarran looked just as intimidating chained to a wall the cavernous underground room where metal workers normally forged things for the palace as he had lurking menacingly in an alley. His clothing was filthy and torn, and his limbs seemed out of sync with his attempts at movement. His size and noticeable power were no less frightening, and when he blinked open his eyes, Anix sucked in her breath, trying to calm herself, only succeeding when his gaze unfocused, mirroring his twitching arms and legs.
She’d been thwarted in her attempts to find out what was going on with D’Argo and Atos by the arrival of her tutor, but she’d sped through her lessons, and snuck away while he was reviewing her molecular chemistry work, following the gossiping guards into the basement. It had been hideously easy to steal down the steps and hide in the damp, echoing chambers. The bubbling vats of acid, and hollow plinks of dropping water disguised her subtle movements. Anyway, she’d learned to sneak and creep from the best and she’d had years of practice in hiding from these particular soldiers.
Teyvn looked equally filthy, his normally immaculate appearance ruined by dirt and blood. He had taken off his body armor, and was armed with nothing more than a silver neural stick. The Scarran wasn’t responding particularly well to questions, but Anix couldn’t tell whether he was unable or unwilling because the creature spasmed every time Teyvn raised his baton. When the soldier’s com crackled to life, Anix breathed a sigh of relief. Watching her friend torture someone, even a monster like the Scarran was making her feel ill. Teyvn didn’t look like he was taking any pleasure from the exercise, but he certainly wasn’t shying away from it. Her mother’s voice broke into the air and Anix held her breath. Aeryn would be looking for her, and would be furious to find her here. Sneaking into the cavern had been one thing, sneaking out while attention was turned from the prisoner would be decidedly more challenging.
Glancing suspiciously at the Scarran, Teyvn moved closer to Anix in order to speak to her mother.
“You all right, Captain?” he asked.
Aeryn ignored the inquiry “Is the Scarran secure?”
“Yeah, he’s all locked down, but he’s not giving us anything.”
The air was still while Aeryn registered that and then sighed deeply and heavily. “Have you spoken to D’Argo or Atos?” she asked quietly.
“No, although one of the guards told me that they’d found the spy.”
“Yes,” she replied, her voice hard and steely. “Be’Ann.”
Anix couldn’t help the tiny gasp that escaped her, then swiftly dug her nails into her palm to keep from making more noise. She wanted to jump up, to protest that they had to be wrong, or lying, that her friend couldn’t be a spy, but the protest lodged in her throat. Teyvn must not have heard her because all he did was briefly shut his eyes in resignation and lower his head.
“You need me up there?” he offered softly.
Again Aeryn didn’t reply to his question, but asked, “Do you know where Anix is? Her tutor said she disappeared less than an arn ago, but no one has seen her.”
Teyvn allowed a hint of a smile to appear. “Oh, I have a pretty good idea,” he said. “You coming down here?”
“We’ll be there shortly,” she answered and signed off.
Teyvn raised an eyebrow and mouthed “We” then turned towards her hiding place. “All right Cadet Sun, time for games is over,” he said.
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