Tristan Galeron whirled from tending his terrarium, certain he hadn’t heard correctly. “You want me to what?”
“I want you to kidnap the Director-General’s daughter.” Mael Ner approached, his age-lined face solemn.
This had to be a joke. Tristan glanced from Mael to his son, Cadell, who remained near the doorway. “Is he serious?”
Cadell nodded. “Very serious.” Despite his words, a mischievous gleam danced in his blue eyes, and Tristan knew he wasn’t going to get more than that from his friend. He turned his attention back to the older man.
“Why would I want to do something that foolhardy?” Tristan respected Mael’s judgment, but this assignment bordered on suicide. “It would mean infiltrating Alliance Headquarters.”
The thought of approaching the central seat of power sent nervous trickles along Tristan’s spine. Not only could he expect Alliance troops, but the dreaded brain drainers, the Psi Police, were based there.
“We can no longer glide through space, hoping to go unnoticed. More and more of our people are finding their way here to the Hermitage. It’s only a matter of time before the Psi Police do, too.” Mael paused and glanced through the port window at the stars gleaming outside. Drawing in a slow breath, he looked back at Tristan, his determination clear. “We shouldn’t be held responsible for what our ancestors did. It’s time the Alliance accepted us.”
“And kidnapping the Director-General’s daughter will do that?” Tristan frowned. “Somehow, I don’t think that will make the Alliance very happy with us.”
“Perhaps not.” Mael raised his clenched fist. “But it will show them we mean business.”
Tristan responded to the force in Mael’s voice. More than once, he’d wanted to destroy the Alliance. If it took a kidnapping to obtain his freedom, the risk would be worth it.
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