Fighting Lory (English Edition) (Lords Of Arr'Carthian 2) Read Free Page B

a type of permit. Inside there were then what appeared to be different classification sections.  
    “Please! I need a rest,” Charly panted behind her, and she stood still.
    “A little bit further,” she said. “But we don’t need to run anymore. I think we’ve lost them.”
    They continued at a normal pace and Lory steered them into a quiet alley filled with junk. They sat down among a few crates where they could take a rest, shielded by the rest of the crates and pieces of furniture, so that no one could see directly to them.
    “What are we going to do now?” asked Charly. “Do you have a plan?”
    Lory shrugged.
    “We’ll see what happens and improvise. The most important thing right now is that we’re free. The next step will be to find out how we get into the spaceport and where we can spend the night.”
    “Do you think these men have given up the search? I mean, they might put out a kind of APB on us or something. We don’t know how things are done here,” Charly objected.
    “I have no idea, but it would be good if we could fake our ID somehow. We may need to change something in our appearance or something. We should keep going now. I don’t know what the time is or how quickly it gets dark here.”

    “I think we’re very close to the spaceport,” said Charly after a while. “You see that tall building there? I think that’s one of the hotels in the up-market area of the spaceport. I remember the strange shape of the windows.” She was pointing at a tall building that was several stories higher than the rows of houses in front of them. The windows were shaped like an upturned heart with a slightly bent point.
    “Yes, you’re right. I remember that building, too. We have to be especially careful near the spaceport. You’re right, they may have set up a sort of APB because of us. I wish we had some sort of weapon.”
    “No! What do you want from me?” a woman’s voice could suddenly be heard nearby.
    “Your credits and the girl,” replied a man’s voice.  
    Lory and Charly looked at one another, then they both nodded and crept quietly into the corner, carefully looking into the narrow alley from where the voices were coming. They could see an elegantly dressed woman and a young one in simple clothing. The young girl had hidden herself in fear behind the slightly older woman. Two sinister figures, humanoid in form, but with orangey-red skin and blue hair, had planted themselves in front of the two women.
    “You can have my credits, but please leave the girl alone,” begged the older of the two women.
    Just as Lory had decided to get involved, she saw one of the figures draw a long dagger and stick it onto the woman’s abdomen. He slit her stomach from the bottom to the top and blood sprayed everywhere. The woman uttered a stifled cry of pain and the girl behind her screamed. Whilst the older woman slowly sank to the ground, Lory rushed over to attack the two bastards. She had the element of surprise on her side, so she was able to grab the man’s blood-covered dagger. She stuck the blade into his throat and performed a karate chop on the other man’s neck, as he was about to attack her. As he fell to the ground she grabbed his blue hair and pulled his head back. In one move she had cut his throat. The girl had stopped crying. Lory turned to her. Their eyes met. After a little hesitation the girl ran away.
    “Don’t run away! Stay here!” Lory called after her, but the girl just kept on running.
    “Urgh!” she heard Charly next to her. “That’s horrible.”
    Lory’s eyes fell upon the dead woman whose innards were pouring out of the gaping wound.  
    “Yes, that kind of thing is always an ugly sight,” she agreed. “But when you work for the FBI, as I do, you get used to that sort of thing. And worse.”
    “Worse?” Charly asked in disgust. “What can be worse than this?”
    “You don’t want to know. Believe me,” replied Lory, with an image in her mind that she