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throat.
    "You had to know he would sooner or later, Zain,” Chanz answered. She glanced at the Major who had gone running past the door of the lounge, Dorrie close behind her.
    By the time Kahmal and Dorrie reached the containment cell, Cree was on all fours in the middle of the room. His sides were heaving and sweat was pouring down his face. He swung his head toward them and both women skidded to a stop for the transformation had begun.
    "Lock me in!” he ordered, his voice more growl than human speech.
    Kahmal sprang for the door, slamming it shut and engaging the lock just as Cree hit the door so hard it shuddered. She found herself staring through the thick plexiform glass into the enraged bestial face of a Reaper in full Transition. “Sweet Merciful Tethys,” Kahmal whispered. “What are we going to do?"
    "He needs his meds,” Dorrie said, trembling.
    Dragging in breath as though she'd run a ten-mile marathon all out, Kahmal sprang back from the door as a huge paw studded with razor-sharp talons raked at the glass and a vicious howl echoed through the corridor.
    "Where are we going to get his meds?” Dorrie asked.
    Kahmal shook her head to clear it of the image that she knew would remain with her forever. “Oceania,” she managed to say.
    "Triso was outlawed on Oceania,” Dorrie told her. “Where else?"
    "Diabolusia."
    "Too far away."
    The Amazeen's eyes shifted from side to side as she thought then she lifted her head. “Ionary,” she said. “There are pharmaceutical warehouses there, aren't there?"
    "There were,” Dorrie said. “I wouldn't know if they still exist."
    "It's worth a try,” Kahmal said. She hurried away from the loud bangs and reverberations that were rocking the containment cell.
    Sern was awaiting their destination, her hands paused over the keyboard. “Where?” she asked as Kahmal took the bridge.
    "Ionary,” Kahmal said. “Guilder's Cay. There are..."
    "Pharmaceutical manufacturing units,” Sern said, nodding as her fingers flew over the keys. “How are we going to obtain the Triso?"
    "We sure as hell can't buy it openly,” Dorrie reminded them.
    "We'll have to break into one of the warehouses,” Kahmal said.
    "Just transport me inside,” Dorrie said.
    "There will be safeguards in place to prevent that,” Tyrian said.
    "She's right,” Sern said. “We'll have to get it on the black market."
    "Really?” Dorrie snapped. “And how do you think we will be able to accomplish that? Do you know anyone in the black market on Guilder's Cay?"
    "I do,” Zainabu spoke up. “My brother Demissie is an arms dealer. He will be able to find us what we need. I am sure of it."
    "They are going to question why an Amazeen LRC is asking for admittance to their air space,” Aegean said.
    "Tell them the truth,” Kahmal said. “We need to repair both our E.S.U.s and the duplicator. While Zainabu contacts her brother, we will purchase what we need to make our repairs."
    "And take on some supplies until we can do those repairs,” Chanz added. “They can't deny us entry when we have a legitimate reason for needing to land."
    "We need to pick up some clothes for our Reaper,” Tyrian suggested. “I expect what he had on is now shredded."
    "Undoubtedly,” Kahmal agreed. “And I don't have anything else that will fit him."
    "I can handle that,” Deon said. She held up a hand. “Ionary Fleet Command is hailing us."
    "Open a channel,” Kahmal instructed, “and give them our request.” She listened as Deon explained their problem to the I.F.C., nodding in agreement to the com officer's words. As soon as she heard the okay given for them to land, she relaxed and sat down in her command chair.
    "Let's hope they don't insist on inspecting us,” Aegean said. “This is a prison colony, remember?"
    "They'll be watching us, that's for sure, but more so when we leave than as we arrive,” Sern said. “How do we get hold of your brother, Zainabu?"
    "I know where he resides. I will go to him.