are other, more qualified—”
“Nonsense,” Tobias says. “I have the utmost faith in you. You’re an exemplary scientist, and I know you’ll do your best to represent all of mankind.”
I quiver in my accursed heels. An hour ago I was just another Federation geneticist, and now I’m to represent all of mankind on the Zoran home world! I admit that my scientific curiosity is piqued, because there is so much we can learn from a more advanced species such as them, but on the other hand, I greatly prefer the safety and comfort of my own lab, where everything is just as I like it.
“For how long?” I ask, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“One year,” Tobias answers.
This can’t be happening.
“I don’t understand,” I say. “What about my work here?”
“Others will continue it, don’t worry.”
“Do I have a choice in the matter?”
Tobias scrunches his nose at me, while the two Zoran stare at me.
“No. Unless you’d like to turn in your resignation?”
I can’t throw away everything I’ve worked so hard for. All my sacrifices will have been in vain.
“Okay,” I say. I rack my brain for a way to get out of this situation, but it comes up short. It seems this is really happening. “Okay.”
“Good,” Tobias says with a forced smile. “This calls for more champagne!” He busses in his secretary who brings in a bottle and four glasses. The second time in my life I get to drink real champagne, and I’m too shell-shocked for the taste to even register.
“To human-Zoran relations,” Tobias toasts.
Senator Dimtri smiles at me, baring his fangs, though his eyes remain eerily cold.
The General, however, barely moves a muscle. I take in his massive size. He towers over me, like a marble statue, every muscle in his body perfectly defined. His skin is dark gray, like a thundercloud, and he gives me the same feeling of foreboding that an oncoming storm might.
He notices my staring and turns to me, extending his hand. I shake it. My hand nearly drowns in his massive palm. Involuntarily, I think back to what Kelly told me. You know what they say about aliens with big hands…
“Let me know what you need,” he says.
“I don’t even know where to start,” I reply.
“Very well. I’ll visit your quarters after take-off.”
My heart flutters. The alien general will come to my room? “O-okay,” I say. “When is that, exactly?”
“In approximately twenty minutes,” he replies briskly. “As soon as all your equipment and personal belongings have been transported.”
I struggle to wrap my mind around his words. In less than half an hour everything I have in this world is shipped onto an alien vessel and I’m forced to leave behind everything I know.
“This has been a most productive meeting, commander,” senator Dimtri says. “I want to thank you for your hospitality and cooperation. We’ll retreat to our vessel for now and ready ourselves for take-off. Miss Archer, please join us as soon as you’re able.”
“It’s doctor Archer,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
Dimtri smiles coldly at me. He bows politely and the two Zorans leave the room.
“I know this is a lot to take in so suddenly,” Tobias says, “but it truly is an amazing scientific opportunity. They gave me every assurance that you won’t be harmed.”
“Somehow that only makes me worry more,” I answer.
“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Jillian. I don’t understand why you aren’t more excited. You’ll be the first human to see Exon Prime! They requested you specifically, you know.”
“What do you mean?” I say.
“The general,” he answers. “He demanded it would be you. Your reputation precedes you. ”
Tobias’s words only make a bad situation worse. Knowing that the tall, gray brute demanded my presence fills me with dread. I shiver at the thought of what he wants to do with me. If only I’d never spilled that infernal drink on him, I would’ve most likely never