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they pass so we don’t die outright. They have to be smart
enough to know we won’t have suits.”
    “I like the way you always find a bright side.”
    “I try.”
    “You’re good at it, Eve. That’s why you’re our brave leader.”
    “I’m not feeling it so much at this second. Those things are
really ugly.”
    The light completely cut out on the door panel.
    “Fuck.” Eve tensed. “It looks like they know how to disable
the door lock. Here we go. Game on!”
    A soft growl filled the small room and Eve envied her sister
that kind of rage. She was just scared shitless. Danica moved, stepped in front
of her and took a protective stance.
    Eve studied her back and pondered ordering her to switch
positions. She had always felt responsible for Danica’s well-being and was more
skilled in hand-to-hand combat. She dismissed the idea though. Protective
instincts were a strong motivation to win and they would distract her from
being terrified.
    “Don’t worry about me,” she coached, feeling proud. “Just
concentrate on what they are doing. Don’t get sucker punched like you did in
that bar because you saw me go down. I’ll get back up.”
    “I remember,” Danica swore. “You dived in to break his legs
but I thought you were hurt.”
    “I’m tougher than that.”
    Danica gave a sharp nod. “I have this.”
    “I know you do.” Sadness filled Eve again. Their chances of
survival were very slim. She refrained from saying “those” three words. Danica
knew she loved her and it would sound more like a goodbye than a reminder.
    “Let’s do the single-file routine.”
    Eve moved into fighting stance. She was right behind Danica,
their bodies aligned in the same position. “Set.”
     
    They’d reached the command center of the transport. They
hadn’t discovered any bodies yet. Of course the damage had been massive in the
sections they’d had to clear. Most of them were airless corridors, some leading
to open space. The corpses of the crew were probably tangled with the wreckage
that had been vented outside and were floating in space.
    Blackie, face mask in place, raised his weapon to aim at the
door as Gene, kneeling in front of the electrical panel, turned his way and
nodded. Gene stood about the same time that the bulkhead doors slid open.
    The sight of a brunette with bright green eyes, wearing a
blue jumpsuit, was the first thing Blackie spotted. She blocked his view of the
woman behind her but there was no doubt of her fellow crewmember’s sex since he
got a glimpse of rounded breasts contained inside a small shirt before
something hit his chest. The one in front had pitched an object at him.
    Instinct made him catch it before it bounced off, instantly
assuming it was an explosive device. He glanced down to gauge the type, hoping
there was a clear path to throw it far enough to avoid being killed. His mind
blanked for a second as he gawked, freezing.
    “Is that an artificial phallus?”
    Gene’s deep-voiced question jolted Blackie from his stunned
stupor as he dropped the nonthreatening object and aimed his weapon at the
woman. She held a second one as if it were a weapon, waving it back and forth.
Part of him wanted to laugh, the sight so absurd it seemed impossible.
    “Drop the…” Gene hesitated. “It is a fake—”
    “I’m aware,” Blackie muttered. “We won’t harm you.”
    “Right.” The green gaze of the woman narrowed and her lips
parted. As he watched, her canines grew into razor-sharp points.
    “What the hell? Do you see her teeth?” Gene stumbled back a
step.
    Blackie couldn’t help but gape at the sight of those sharp,
fanglike canines. He’d never seen that before.
    “The better to bite you with, you mangy mutts.”
    The woman threw the other artificial penis, landing a direct
hit on Gene’s mask as she launched forward with her hands clawed. The fact that
she had unusually long, pointed fingernails registered before Blackie pulled
the trigger of his weapon.
    The