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whistles followed by two short. He repeated the
call several times before he stopped.
    “Come on out, boy,” Cal called. “The beast
can go with us.
    Creon and Ha’ven watched in disbelief as the
hunched figure of Mel appeared. The Pactor was glued to his side.
They stepped to one side as the old man, the boy, and the Pactor
slowly walked by them up the ramp.
    “Remind me to contact Mandra as soon as
possible,” Creon mumbled under his breath to Ha’ven.
    “Why?” Ha’ven asked, eyeing the strange
group.
    Creon grinned. “Ariel loves animals. I’m
giving the damn thing to her as a present. Mandra won’t be able to
do a thing about it.”
    “You, Creon Reykill, are a very devious
male,” Ha’ven replied with a chuckle. “I want a picture of his
face.”

Chapter 4
    Melina shrank back against Hobbler as eight
very large men crowded into the back of the shuttle. A smile curved
her lips and she had to hide her face when Hobbler let out a loud
fart. The moans that followed had her burying her face against
Hobbler. It didn’t help when her granddad leaned down next to her
ear and whispered into it.
    “That was a good one,” Cal muttered. “Ripe
too from the looks on their faces.”
    Melina shook her head, trying to cover her
amusement when Hobbler did it again. This time the moans turned to
a very loud curse from the male that had been going to leave the
Pactor back on the asteroid.
    She peeked over Hobbler’s back to see his
face. That was a huge mistake as it was turning a funny shade of
blue. She learned why when he drew in a large breath of air. The
poor guy had been trying to hold his breath.
    “That’s it! Someone get me a blaster,” Creon
choked out behind his hand. “What the hell have you been feeding
this damn thing?”
    “Well, Pactors eat just about anything,” Cal
commented. “I should have warned you that standing behind them can
be a touch on the dangerous side.”
    “A touch?” Ha’ven asked in a strangled
voice. “This could be used as a new weapon!”
    Several of the men had taken off their
shirts to tie it around their nose and mouth. Even their eyes were
watering. Melina just hoped that Hobbler didn’t do anything else.
The baby Pactor had a bad habit of leaving huge, nasty presents
when she was scared.
    “There she blows,” Cal whispered as a large
wet splat, followed by several smaller ones filled the air. “Green
bombs.”
    Melina shot her grandfather a nasty look. He
was taunting her as much as the men. She could see the gleam of
mischief in his eyes. She glared at him, silently letting him know
that he could expect payback. His grin showed he couldn’t wait.
    “You are so bad,” she mouthed.
    His wink told her he was enjoying every
minute of it. Melina’s heart swelled with love to see the teasing
look back in her granddad’s eyes. They had always been close, even
before her parents and grandmother were killed in a car accident
coming home from Atlanta one summer.
    “Move, move!” Ha’ven growled.
    Melina gasped as all eight men shuffled
around and pressed forward. She was trapped in the corner. Poor
Hobbler didn’t understand what was going on. She kept nipping at
the men packed like sardines in front of her as they pressed
against the cockpit doorway in an effort to get as far forward as
possible.
    “I should have just left you behind and let
Carmen kill me. At least I would have died for a good reason,”
Creon bit out through clenched teeth, just before he winced. “I
swear, if that thing bites my ass one more time, I’m opening the
loading door and pushing him out into space.”
    “It’s just a baby,” Cal said cheerfully,
patting Hobbler on the head. “She doesn’t know any better. You and
your men scared her.”
    Creon grunted when one of the men knocked
into him as the shuttle turned for its final approach to the
warship. The smell of urine added to the aroma as it mixed with the
fresh manure. A shudder ran through his body at the sound of