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Shay clenched her fingers in irritation as she looked around for a guard. “Bring me the informant.”

“The informant, Ma’am?” he asked her.

“Yes. She’s on the top floor.” She watched him scurry away. Members ran back and forth in uniform, working, training, and even laughing.

Her frustration burned. Her prisoner had been here for over a week and they still couldn’t get anything out of him. An elite of hers, Peter, stalked in from the entrance bay. She grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop.

            “Where have you been? You’ve been MIA for over a week.”

            “Doing my job,” he retorted, pulling his arm from her grasp. He pulled his pack off his shoulder and dropped it at her feet. She bent and peered in, realizing it was full of medical equipment and clapped him on the back. They must have raided a Confederation funded medical base. “You could have called in.”

            He pulled some pieces of broken metal and plastic from his pocket. She realized it was a communication nexus. “Shattered in the raid,” he explained. “I couldn’t have called even if I wanted to, Shay.”

            She nodded at him before turning away and mumbling, “Good work soldier.”

            “Thanks. What’s all the commotion about over here? I’ve heard people whispering about the interrogation room ever since I walked in. Top secret?” His dirty blonde hair was tied up in a messy ponytail. A scar ran down his once-handsome face, from his hairline, across his nose, to his opposite cheek. His caramel eyes sparkled against a uniform that was dirty, ripped and rumpled; a large spot of blood decorated his left side.

            “I’ll show you after we get you patched up. You’re injured,” she unbuttoned his uniform shirt and pushed it carefully down his broad shoulders. Then, she lifted the white tank top underneath. The open wound beneath his ribs leaked through the makeshift bandages he’d tied around himself.  Peter rolled his eyes at her mothering and moved closer to her, putting a hand on her cheek. She shoved him.

            “Not. Here.” Then she turned away from him and spotted a scrawny medic watching the screens on the wall. The silver medical cross the back of his uniform was unmistakable. “You!” she called over to him. He looked over and gaped at her, pointing at himself. She nodded and waved him over. “Get Rebel Jefferies patched up and mobile in the next few minutes or I will personally remove your spine out your mouth.”

            The kid’s eyes widened as he rushed away. An auburn haired girl watched him dash away and turned to glare at Shay. “What are you staring at, runt?”

            The girl narrowed her eyes but turned away, turning her attention back onto the screens that were dispatching a news program.

“She looks defiant. I like that,” Zakariah stepped up behind them and nudged Shay.

Peter snickered. “You just like it because you assume they’re feistier in the bedroom.”

Zak didn’t deny it. “Hell, you know I’d like to take that for a ride.”

“I can hear you, a*****e,” The auburn haired girl called from down the hallway. Peter snickered while Zak screwed up his face in anger at the insult.

He started towards her but Peter grabbed him and pulled him back.

“Someone call that medic back. Rebel Kaills needs his dignity patched back together,” he called, laughing even harder. Right on cue, the medic rushed back with a pack and started working on Peter’s wound.

“This will probably need to be numbed and seared, sir,” the medic said. Peter gave him a thumbs-up and the medic called the auburn haired girl over.

“Want to help me out, Fey?” he asked lightly. She threw a glare at Zak before pulling some gauze and alcohol out of the pack to disinfect the wound while the medic filled a syringe with clear numbing liquid.

“Any casualties?” Shay asked, inquiring about their mission.

“None,” Peter replied, proudly. “I almost killed Zak, but I restrained myself so we’re six for six.”

“I understand the temptation,” Shay commented, glancing sideways at Zak, who was trying to catch a good view of the auburn haired girls a*s. She smacked his arm and he looked over at her with a mischievous smirk.

“A joke, Shay? Was that actually a joke? Hell has officially frozen over.” Peter nudged Zak with a grin.

“Ha. Ha,” Shay said coolly.

Zak put a hand on the auburn haired girl’s shoulder. “Hey, firecracker. How would you like to…”

Before Zak could finish his sentence, Fawcett caught his wrist and twisted his arm. “Touch me again and you loose a hand.”

Shay grabbed Fawcett and ripped her away from Zak. “Touch him again and I’ll kill you publically as an example. We’ll show everyone what happens when you raise a hand to your senior.”

Fawcett opened her mouth to say something but Spencer put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed tightly, shutting her up. She glared at him and he shook his head slightly. She clenched her teeth and fumed in silence. She’d sworn to herself a long time ago that she’d kill anyone who tried to touch her without invitation again. The fact that Shay thought, just because Zak was higher ranking, that he had the right to touch her without consent made her burn in anger. Sometimes, she thought the Rebellion was just as bad as the Confederation.

Shay pegged Zak with a furious glower. She was a leader and she had to maintain the chain of command, but that didn’t mean she liked it when he abused his power on their own people. Zak was definitely bloodthirsty, though she couldn’t blame him given what they’d both gone through. Shay watched as anger flickered across Zak’s face and then a sort of determination as he looked at the defiant girl.

Lowering her voice, she moved close to Zak so that only he could hear her. “Leave her alone. That’s an order.”

Zak grumbled under his breath but otherwise diverted his attention, his eyes scanning the room. He focused on the interrogation room that had two guards standing in front of it.            

“What have you got all locked up in that pretty little room of yours, Shay bear?” Zak turned to her and tugged on her black hair. He was much taller than her but they were both strong, with blazing amber eyes and similar hard features.

Shay threw a murderous glare at her younger brother. “Don’t do that or I’ll gut you.”

“This?” he tugged on her hair again. She elbowed him in the throat and he fell to his knees. The girl helping the medic started to snicker as she watched them out of the corner of her eye. “What are you looking at, nosy?” Her smile vanished instantly.

Shay smirked and turned back to her brother. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

The medic injected the numbing liquid into Peter’s side. He hissed but relaxed as the medic started to cauterize the wound, searing the skin carefully together. When he was finished, a thin, puckered red line sizzled on the Rebel Elite’s abdomen. He muttered a thank you to the medic and handed him the pack of medical supplies that he’d retrieved from his raid. The medic nodded his head at Peter and then departed with the girl.

Zak turned his attention back to the two guards standing before the interrogation room. “Who’s in the cage?” Peter looked sideways at Shay, who looked as though she was waiting for something.

            “Give me another minute and you’ll find out.” Shay grinned slyly at the sight of a white blonde head pushing through people. Ariana was dressed in tight black pants. Her yellow top was cut low and cropped, revealing a lot of cleavage and the creamy skin on her bare stomach. The diamond ring on her left hand marked her as engaged. Her fiancée had wanted to put her through the traditional engagement process of his war clan heritage but she’d refused. She wanted to keep her life and relationship as human as possible. Instead, he had given her his grandmother’s wedding ring that she’d passed onto him before her death. The diamond was small, unfortunately, and for a man with the amount of money that her fiancée had, the ring was much smaller than she had expected.

            Ariana had approached the Rebellion just after Devyn had proposed to her in her last year of graduate school. She hadn’t wanted to go to school but her father insisted she complete a degree in business. It was pointless since Ariana also had no intention of working. She just wanted to marry and live a respectable life. She’d bare her husband’s children and keep his bed warm without ever having to lift a finger again. Devyn was strong, with a powerful reputation in the Confederation. He had a lot of money and donated to charities frequently and anonymously. When they got engaged, he disclosed his war clan roots to her. The Shensi were brutal, lethal, single-minded killers. She spent countless nights waiting for him to snap and throttle her in her sleep or fall into a fit of rage and pierce her heart with a dagger. It was why she never slept at his house. Their children would probably be uncontrollable freaks. Some Shensi were born with defects, like red eyes, claw like nails, sharp teeth, or even oddly coloured skin; all of it was meant to make them more threatening predators.

Though, with her Devyn was weak. He was probably a disgrace to his race. He expected her to carry on his family name, legacy, and heritage. By omitting his background to her, he had lied to her about who he was until after their engagement, and since then she hated him for it. He’d dragged her name through the mud and ruined her body with his. She wanted his head on a stick. The Rebellion was the perfect revenge.

            “Peter and Zakariah, meet Ariana Marx.” Shay introduced the men to their informant. “She brought a Confederation commander down.”  

            The men sized her up as she held her head high. “Ariana Belle,” she corrected. “I was never married to that man.” The statement was made with such disgust that Shay was sure Ariana would kill the commander if she could.

            “Holy s**t, Shay! Is that who you have in there?” Zak exclaimed in excitement.

            Shay slapped him in the back of the head. “Keep your voice down, you moron. How are we even related?” She rolled her eyes before leading them to the interrogation room. The guards stepped aside to let them all enter and locked quickly took position in front again as the door closed behind them. 

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[Coyote Poetry]

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