Weapons Master Galactic Gladia - Anna Hackett Page 0,49
into a column. The impact made a dull clang.
The man made a raspy sound behind his mask, then shoved her.
She bounced on her feet, absorbing the blow. She punched the Edull in the gut. Then she followed through with another punch.
Maxon slowed, keeping his weapon aimed on Vossol. He let Bellamy take what she needed. So feisty and fierce.
“Not so easy when I’m not chained up.” Punch, jab.
Vossol doubled over and groaned.
“You’re not the big man when your flunkies aren’t around helping you.”
“You won’t…win,” Vossol gasped.
Bellamy punched him again, and he staggered.
“I already have. I’m going to finish you, then blow the mag-tech up, and turn this arena into a twisted pile of rubble.”
Vossol looked up, his eyes glowing. The alien was furious.
Maxon tensed.
Vossol charged at Bellamy, lifting her off her feet. They crashed into one of the columns.
Drak. Maxon rushed forward. He tackled Vossol off her, and they crashed into another column. But this time, Maxon’s strength and weight made the column buckle.
“Shit, watch out,” Bellamy yelled.
Part of the track collapsed, raining rubble down on them.
Maxon leaped on Bellamy, shielding her.
He rolled them to safety.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, Ace.” She kissed him, quick and hard.
They sat up. Several large chunks of rubble pinned his legs.
Vossol was sitting up as well, coughing behind his mask and shaking dust off himself.
Bellamy’s face contorted with fury. “Enough. You’ve lost.”
“I don’t think so.”
Maxon shoved at the debris pinning him. His intuition flared like a supernova. “Bellamy, watch out!” He held up his weapon.
She was already reaching for it as the Edull pulled a gun out of his robes.
Bellamy jumped to her feet and fired.
Vossol fired at the same time.
Bellamy’s body jerked, but she kept firing, unloading a laser barrage into the Edull.
With a cry, Vossol fell back, still. Smoke rose from his robes.
Bellamy spun and helped Maxon clear the rubble off his legs.
“Where were you hit?” Panic was hot in his veins. He patted her down.
He saw the graze on her arm, and the tattoo peeking through the now-ruined dermal patches.
“It’s fine. I barely feel it.” She grabbed his head, yanked him down, and kissed him. “How about we play with some explosives, and blow this place?”
Chapter Nineteen
Bellamy followed Maxon through the maze of columns.
He was tracking magnetic field readings. They had to find the exact location of the mag-tech. Shit, she hoped Vossol hadn’t lied.
Vossol was dead.
The reminder made her adrenaline spike, and she felt wired and elated. But deep down, she just wanted this done and over with.
She wanted to be tangled up with her cyborg on his big bed. She wanted the Edull to not dictate her thoughts or life anymore.
She studied Maxon’s broad back. He’d been with her every step of the way. He hadn’t let her down.
He wasn’t some romantic hero who’d sweep her off her feet and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Her lips twitched. He might yank her off her feet and toss her over his shoulder, and grunt and growl at her. She was fine with that. He was hers and he was real.
Warmth burst in her belly. Oh, crap. She’d fallen in love with the big, sometimes annoying beast.
Bellamy almost tripped.
Maxon glanced back over his shoulder. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Just finally worked out what love feels like.
And she realized that he didn’t know anything about love. But that was okay, she’d teach her surly cyborg.
He made an annoyed sound. “Magnetic readings are low. I can’t find the source.”
“It must be shielded.” She scanned around. “Except if Vossol was lying. Then I’m going to kill him again.”
“He said the tech was here under the track.” Maxon glanced up through a hole in the track.
“And the Edull aren’t very subtle. They’re too arrogant.” She turned, her eyes narrowing. Where the hell was it?
Maxon closed his eyes and looked like he was concentrating.
“Maxon?”
“I’m using my intuitive senses.” He breathed deeply. “The mag-tech is here, Bellamy. All around us.”
All around them? Then a thought hit her. “Maxon, the support pillars!”
His eyebrows rose, and he swiveled. Then he jogged back to where they’d collapsed a pillar.
He picked up a chunk and knocked the coating off it.
He uncovered wires and a metal core.
“The mag-tech is in all the columns,” he said.
Bellamy’s heart leaped. “Let’s do this!”
He pulled his belt off and when he tipped it over, she watched as he popped small explosive patches off the leather.
“You had explosives hidden in your belt?” she said.
“Yes.”
That was her weapons master.
He handed her some of the explosives. Then they moved down the