Living With Syn

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

“I have learned to hate all traitors,

and there is no disease that I spit upon more.”

—Aeschylus

Anya heard Jonal and Tonas send out a coded signal and with the precision of a military drill the Warriors ran and evacuated the fem who were still in line from the area.

TeZaron and TeBron arrived and grabbed the still groggy Syn, motioning for Naffie, Anya, and the cats to follow. As they ran a wall of fire burst out of the ground.

The Warriors avoided chaos by shepherding the women into a huge hangar, the empaths among them sending waves of calm.

Anya looked around. Five seconds ago she was at the field. Now she, Syn, the cats, the boy, and the Elders inhabited a small comfortable room and she didn’t know how she arrived. Before she had time to get her bearings, Jonal and Tonas appeared as if out of nowhere.

“Report,” said TeZaron.

“Liquid fire, sir, the blaze will burn itself out in a tine. If it hadn’t been for Fem Sinclair’s warning, all the fem would have perished in the flames.”

“Fem Sinclair is our bonded. Teleport over to the alternate processing area and make sure the Warriors have things under control.”

“Teleport?” chorused Anya and Syn.

* * * *

The admirals met Juraens and Mark at the inside processing station.

“What was that?” asked Mark.

Jonal answered. “Exactly what it looked like—an attack on the fem.”

“Is everything under control?” Tonas asked. “Has the building been searched and secured?”

“I used only the crew of Brightstar to organize the fem and search the hall,” Juraens said, face grim.

“I will alert the Elders that it is safe for their fem to be processed,” Mark added.

“She should be processed first. Syn Sinclair saved all of their asses today.”

* * * *

Moments later the Elders arrived with Syn, Anya, and the cats. Anya went to stand beside Syn, who sat in a chair at the head of the line, Nafer still clutching her hand.

“Nafer, would you mind if I checked your Mommie’s head to see if she is hurt?”

“It’s not outside, it’s inside. I made her sick when I mind-spoke. I should have let Poppie or Zadda speak to her first.” Guilty golden eyes looked into light blue ones.

“Do you think I made her fall?” he asked with trepidation.

“No, the fire made her fall. You probably just shocked her with your mind speech. Sarran Warriors, even little ones like you, seem to favor grand entrances.” Anya ran her hands through Syn’s hair and examined her neck. “No bumps or lumps, young man.”