Spirit Walk_ Enemy of My Enemy (Book 2) - Christie Golden [0]
Ellis began to make his way down the corridor, moving quietly while Crell Moset spoke.
“Hello, Sekaya. I’m flattered that you recognized me. I must have made quite an impression. No, no, dear, don’t struggle, you’ll hurt yourself and I’ll have to sedate you.”
“And that just wouldn’t be any fun at all, would it, Chakotay?” Ellis said, stepping inside. He couldn’t help grinning as he saw Chakotay’s dark eyes dart from his face to that of the real Andrew Ellis, stuck in a stasis chamber.
“It wouldn’t be any fun at all.” And this was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment when Chakotay, after so many years, would finally understand. He let his features shift, blur, rearrange themselves into a face Chakotay had known well, so long ago.
“Arak Katal,” breathed Chakotay.
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Chapter 1
COMMANDER ANDREW ELLIS LIFTED HIS THUMB off the small button concealed in the soil. He regarded Captain Chakotay and his sister, Sekaya, as they lay sprawled on the chalk image his partner had drawn. Unconscious, both of them. Excellent. He pressed a second button, then rose from his kneeling position and dusted off his hands.
It took only a few minutes for his…servants…to arrive. They were largely silent as they approached, their presence revealed only by the soft swishing of their massive legs through the long grasses. He surveyed them with approval.
It could be said they were humanoid in shape, but only vaguely so. Standing well over two meters tall, they had grossly overdeveloped chests and arms, and their mouths were crammed full of sharp teeth. Rusty orange fur covered their bodies, crowned by a ridge of spines that crested along their backs. Small, bright black eyes peered out at their master through thick falls of hair. One of them began to salivate in anticipation; a long rope of drool hung from its lower lip. Their scent was musky and rank, all the stronger for their present state of excitement.
“You,” Ellis said, selecting two at random, “take these two to the center.” He indicated the fallen bodies of Chakotay and Sekaya. “The rest of you, pay attention to me.”
He raised his hand and pointed his third and index fingers to his eyes, as he might with a dog he was trying to train. Their eyes fastened on his obediently.
“You will find four people in uniforms like this one wandering about. You will attack them.”
One of the creatures roared its approval and began to jump about happily. “Silence!” Ellis cried, irritated. The creature quieted.
“You are not to kill them. Understand?”
They looked disappointed. One of them whimpered.
Ellis continued. “You are to chase them, frighten them, hurt them if you must, but I will be very, very angry if any of them dies. I will find the one who did it and kill him or her. Understand?”
They grunted.
“Good. Now. Go and have fun.”
The creatures scattered, chittering and hooting, eager to perform