Reunion Part 6
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Jack opened her eyes when she felt something wet on her face. Riddick was
standing
above her, gun in hand. Military Man was dead, as well as his previously
unconscious
partner. Riddick didn’t take chances. Jack pulled herself to her feet.
“Hey,” she said to
him.
“Hey,” he said back. It could have been comical. She wiped the blood off
her face and
they started down the hall. “What now?” she asked him.
“Gotta have a talk with Fry,” he replied.
“How you gonna get her off the bridge?” she asked.
Riddick smiled.
Fry swept a hand over her face and fought back hot tears. Her crew was
already
suspicious about her, seeing as how she’d verbally fought to keep Jack, a
known
criminal, alive. They didn’t need to see her tears to confirm that something
was up. An
insistent beeping grabbed her attention.
“Fry, what is that?” Meier’s voice was a bit too loud and she figured they
were still on
edge because there had been no word of Riddick being caught yet, and some
suspected
he’d be pissed that his counterpart had been mercilessly killed.
“Another coolant leak, on level 1,” Fry replied, frowning as she looked at
her screens.
Why was there a leak on level 1, it had been in perfect shape, even after
they had been
attacked. And, it required manual repair.
“Be right back,” she said, getting up and hefting a big took kit.
“You can’t go out there,” Torrel said worriedly. “*He’s* still loose.”
Fry scowled and
pulled a gun from the bridge armory panel and put it in her pocket. “I’ll
be fine.”
“Fry, stay at your station,” Meier said. Fry turned an annoyed look on him,
one that
distinctly matched Riddick’s, she would realize if she checked a mirror.
“The engines
are on level 1, as well as a host of flammable liquids that could blow the
ass off of this
ship,” she spoke calmly. “I have to repair it manually, sir,” she said.
She nodded at him
and spent a few minutes at the security console of bridge door and it opened.
She started out and took the security latter through the ship to reach level
1. When she
got there every door was locked down. She pulled on her headset. “Captain
Meier, I
can’t reach level 1 with this shipwide lockdown in effect,” she said over
the comm.
“What would you suggest, Lt. Fry, that we open all the doors and let this
Riddick person
run free?” came the sarcastic reply.
“Either that or we all go in a ball of orange fire...sir.” A long minute
passed and the
locks clicked. Fry looked down the hallway and saw the doors sliding open.
A chill
passed through onto level 1.
She frowned into the darkness and walked forward to where steam was hissing
out of a
broken conduit. Setting her tools down she examined the tear. It was
smoothly cut, not
jagged as if it had been ripped. More like it had been sliced...Fry’s eyes
widened, and
hand big hand was covered her mouth and pulling her against the solid mass of
hard
muscle that held the name Riddick. A shot of pure lust shot through Fry and
an
undulating escaped her body before she stilled herself from sheer willpower.
She yanked
herself away and stared at Riddick. Behind him the shadows flowed together
to reveal
Jack’s slim body.
She didn’t need to ask, she knew that he’d cut the conduit to get her down
there, but for
what. As if answering her unspoken question, Riddick began to talk. “Your
taking us to
the bridge, and we’re landing,” he told her, his voice a command, then
again, when did
his voice not sound like a command.
“And the crew?” Fry asked. But she already knew.
“Two down, five to go,” Riddick replied. Fry did a mental count and was
glad that she
hadn’t been included in that ‘five to go’ statement. She smiled inwardly
wryly. And
there you are, self-preservation, she thought to herself.
“I’ve got a better idea,” she replied softly. She moved past Riddick and
pulled out her
gun, bringing it down on Jack’s head, and spun just as quickly on Riddick,
gun pointed at
his chest.
“I don’t take orders well, Riddick,” she hissed, and turned on
her comm. “I
got ‘em, now would someone get their asses up here and take these murdering
scum off
my fucking hands?!” Jack growled from her position on the floor, her eyes
blazing with
fury. Riddick’s emotions were muted, but the blast of coldness sent her way
made
goosbumps pop up on her skin.
Minutes later the bounty hunter made an appearance and dragged them both away,
securely in restraints, back to their holding cells.
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