Xora 2 - Dangerous Game

by Brandy Dewinter


Chapter 5 - "Huntress"


     I had noticed a couple of buildings when we first arrived, though 
I had not had the chance to study them in any detail of course.  The 
first order of business, even before helping the still-staked-out woman,
was reconnaissance.  There were surprisingly few men about.   We had 
followed one man back from the swamp and I found another lazily 
pretending to be on guard.  There were also three buildings.  One was 
apparently a bunk house - dark and empty.  Another shack was a sort of 
common building, with kitchen equipment, tables, and some shadowed easy 
chairs.  The man from the swamp had immediately gone there to shower, 
using a water supply that seemed to serve only that building.  The third 
was an open maintenance shed full of rusting machinery and tools that 
looked nearly as worn. 

     The outside guard was hanging around outside the maintenance shed, 
leaning back in a chair and periodically looking down the path I had
taken the previous night.   He could see the woman, though, so I had
to do something to him before I could free her.  

     "Remember that hard club you made of my fist?" I asked my hidden
partner.

     In response, my fist thickened and hardened once again.  Ti did
her soundless trick with my boots and the only noise that broke the 
jungle murmur was the dull thud of the man's head collapsing.  I didn't
think this one was going to get up again, with or without his teeth.

     With the outside threat taken care of, I hurried to the now-silent
woman in the clearing.  When I approached, she roused and started a faint, 
weak, high-pitched keening.  

     "Shhh," I hissed, trying to quiet her.

     "Stay away," she moaned.  "Don't hurt me any more."

     "I won't hurt you," I promised in a whisper.  "I'm here to help you."

     "No you're not," she claimed, tossing her head around, wide eyes
trying to make out my shadowed form.  "You're just like all the others."
     
     Like the others?  I was nothing like the brutes who had attacked 
her.  I couldn't attack her like that.

     "Not now, you couldn't," Titania whispered to me.

     *Huh?* I grunted in surprise.  Then I realized what she was saying.

     Right now, I was a woman, too, in any way that mattered.  I could 
offer solace without threat in a way that no man could.  Though I never
would have assaulted her, nor any other defenseless woman, now the form I
wore could convince this poor victim of that in a way that words from a
man could never do.  

     And right then, I was just as happy not to be one of the gender that
had done this to her.  

     "Listen, Kannda," I said, remembering her name.  I spoke softly, but
with a real voice instead of a whisper, letting my clear contralto add to
my claims.  Still, it was hard to just say it out loud.  "I'm a, um, well, 
I'm a woman, like you.  I won't hurt you."

     "A woman," she said, trying to get her bruised and swollen eyes to 
focus.

     "Yes," I confirmed.  "My name is Xora, and I'm from the Federation."

     "Xora?" she whispered, sagging back to the ground.

     "Yes, Lieutanant Commander Xora," I repeated.  Like my rank made any 
difference to her.

     I moved slowly to her side, slashing quickly through the ropes 
holding her with my handy symbiont blade.  One of Kannda's knees was 
bending the wrong way, but what really worried me was the swollen bulge
of her stomach.  I touched it gently, thought not gently enough.

     "Ahhh," she moaned.  "Don't do that."  

     "What's wrong?" I asked.

     "I don't know, except, one of the men just beat me and beat me, 
instead of even raping me.  I felt such pain inside, and it hasn't 
stopped."  

     I tried to lift her from the ground, "I have to get you to help."

     "Noooo," she screamed, too weak for real volume but still terribly 
loud in the darkness.  I froze, worried that the sound would bring the 
guards, but the cry of a nocturnal animal sounded almost in echo of her
scream and I realized the noise she had made didn't seem that out of 
place.

     "Don't move me," she gasped.  "Something is wrong inside.  I can't
stand it."  
   
     "I can't just leave you here," I said.

     Kannda just repeated weakly, "Don't move me."

     *If I had my communicator, I could just beam us up to the runabout 
and use the autodoc,* I thought.  *She wouldn't even feel like she had 
been moved."  

     "You and your tools," Titania said with a sneer.  "Can't you do 
anything without your mechanisms?"

     "That's the way we are," I answered.  Then I realized that the "we"
might be redefined from humans and the Federation, to Titania and me.

     *What about you?" I asked.  "Can you help her?*

     "I can only bond with one person," she said impatiently.

     *I know that," I said with my own impatience, *but what about, um, 
extruding a pill or something.  With a pain killer at least.*

     "Oh," she said in surprise.  "I never thought of that.  That's like a
tool of a sort, too, isn't it?"

     *Yes,* I said.  *Or maybe you can inject her with something.*

     Titania mused to herself for a moment, "Ah, yes, I can synthesize 
some endorphins.  Um, hold onto her leg, with your palm flat against
the big muscle."

     I did as she directed, whispering to Kannda, "I'm going to give you 
something for the pain.  Then I'll go get help."

     "Just let me die in peace," Kannda replied, her voice trailing off 
as whatever Titania pumped into her leg started to make itself felt.

     "I'm not going to let you die," I promised.  Then I stood and turned 
toward the one occupied building.  "That guy in there is going to help me, 
whether he wants to or not."

     Kannda didn't answer, nor did Titania.  My symbiont sensed my resolve
and even as we slipped silently toward the building, the hard knot formed 
over my left fist again.  

     Just as we got close the door opened, spilling light on us.  My 
response was so reaction-quick I didn't even realize what I was doing 
until it was all over.  My club-fist buried itself just below his belt and
he wrapped himself into such a tight ball I almost couldn't get it back.

     "Who's there?" I heard from inside the shack.

     The voice belonged to Inspector Darius.

     *Oh, no,* I said silently.  *He's one of these animals.*

     *Are you sure?" asked Titania.

     *What other explanation is there?*

     "Well, maybe he's here as part of his investigation," she offered,
though the obvious presence of the raped victim made any innocent version 
of events hard to believe.

     I ignored her unlikely suggestion, trying to decide what to do.  We 
had faded into the shadows, Titania doing her matchless job of making our
appearance blend into obscurity while we waited for the Inspector to come
out of the hut.  And waited.  

     My racing heart made my sense of time suspect, but I expected it had
only been a few seconds when the voice called out again, "Who's there?  
Help!"

     I froze in the darkness, waiting for the aid summoned by the corrupt
Inspector to appear.  Cowardly, too, it seemed.  

     And waited.

     Darius called again.  This time his words changed the situation 
completely. "Help, I'm being held prisoner!"

     I still waited for a few long moments, suspecting a trap, but the
only sound was another call from Darius, this one making it seem he had
nothing to hide.  "I'm Inspector Darius of the Council Investigation 
Administration.  If you are a citizen of Teton, it is your duty to come
to my aid!"  

     *What do you think?* I asked my partner.

     "His voice stress analysis shows lots of worry, but no evidence of
lying on his basic claims."

     Taking a deep breath, and looking at my club-fist as though it were 
some magical defensive amulet, I stepped from the shadows into the common
building.  Inside, sitting on one of the easy chairs though not 
comfortably, was Darius, bound and blindfolded.  He was about to call 
again when I said, "I'm not a citizen of Teton."

     "Xora?" he asked in surprise.

     "Yes," I said tersely.  "What are you doing here?"

     "Looking for you, actually," he answered.  "Now, untie me so we 
can get out of here."

     I moved to his side and began to slice away his bonds with a sharp
edge that had replaced my club-fist.  As soon as he could, Darius pulled 
off his blindfold to verify that it truly was me.

     "We can't leave, yet," I said, forestalling whatever he wanted to 
say.  

     "Why not?"

     "There's a woman out there who has been badly hurt.  She's been 
raped God knows how many times, and she has some sort of internal injuries 
that make it too painful to move her manually.  I need to find my combadge
so that I can transport her to my vessels autodoc."  

     "I'm afraid we won't be able to do that," Darius said, standing and
stretching his massive limbs.  "Sstton took it with him.  He was bragging
about how he would use it to trap you.  We'll have to make our way back
to my headquarters without it.  I can probably manage to carry this woman 
that far."

     "Right now, you couldn't even touch her," I said grimly.  "Nor can 
any other man.  Not unless you wanted to send her into hysterics.  And I 
told you, she's hurt too badly to be moved like that."

     "Well, we can't wait here for Sstton to get back with all his men."

     I ignored him.  Waiting for Sstton might be just what I wanted to do.  
A quick search of the hut, complete with Ti's senses, confirmed that my 
combadge was not conveniently left behind.  I should have expected that.  
Darius made his own search and ended up with some sort of large-bore 
firearm that he snick-clacked with a satisfied, though humorless grin.  

     "I'm going back out to check on Kannda," I said.  He followed behind,
moving with surprising stealth for such a big man.  The guard on the porch
was still wrapped up tightly.  I wasn't sure if he was conscious, but just 
to be safe, I tossed Darius the rope I had saved from my own bonds and 
pointed silently at the man.  He nodded while I moved back to Kannda.  

     When Darius joined us a moment later, he found her cradled in my 
arms.  

     "I thought you said she couldn't be moved," he said.

     "It won't hurt her now," I said quietly.  "Nothing will."

     Freed of her bonds, and of the pain, Kannda had apparently tried to 
curl up into a fetal ball of her own.  Her motion had caused whatever 
internal injury she had suffered to complete its work.  There was blood
and worse everywhere.

     "I promised her I wouldn't let her die," I cried softly, captive now
to grief where Sstton's ropes had never held me.  

     Titania and Darius spoke together, Darius a half beat behind like a 
sort of deep echo, "It wasn't your fault."  

     "I know that!" I snapped.  "But I will kill that filthy son of a 
snake."  

     I hadn't realized that I had spoken the last of that thought out 
loud until Darius said with a quiet, stone-cold voice, "Not if I see him 
first."  

     Darius laid his weapon on the ground and gently slid his arms under
the girl's broken body.  I didn't resist as he lifted her and carried her
back into the common building.  There wasn't a blanket around, so he took
his own jacket and covered her while I watched in silence.  

     After a moment when we were each in our private thoughts we looked up
and said in unplanned unison, "You go back for help and I'll . . . "

     "I'm not going back," he said grimly.  "You go.  I'll tell you who to 
talk to, and you'll get plenty of help."

     "I don't even know the way," I said.  "You go for the help, I've got 
business with Sstton."

     "Actually, this is still a planetary criminal matter," Darius pointed 
out.  "You have no jurisdiction."

     "He stole Federation property from me," I said, thinking quickly.  

     "I'll get it back for you," promised Darius.  

     "Thank you, but I don't need your help.  You'll just slow me down."

     "Ha!  I can run you into the ground," he said with a snort.  "I'm 
the best woodsman in this district.  And I used to hunt these ranges 
before Sstton gathered them up into his mining claims."

     "Need I remind you, that *I* am the one who freed *you*?" I asked, 
with a tone that even I didn't like to hear in my voice.  I was about to 
argue further, when Titania whispered in my ear, "Maybe you should work 
together.  With the poor girl gone, there's no particular rush to get 
help."

     "Very well," I said, talking to Ti, or Darius, or maybe just 
myself.  "You can come along, but if you slow me down, I'll leave you
behind."

     He snorted once again, looking at the high, spiked heels on my boots
and my tiny, constrained waist.  But he didn't say anything.  He just 
turned and headed off down the little trail.  I followed, looking back one 
last time at the dead body of the raped woman.  In calmer times, I might 
have spent the time to do more for her, even send for help.  But my heart 
and mind didn't have room for acts of common decency just then.  They were 
too full of rage and of murder.

     Darius set a good pace, one that I would have had trouble sustaining
without Ti's help, even if I had been in a lot better shape than my old 
body had ever possessed.  She silently assured me that she had my body 
chemistry well under control, and I trotted along behind Darius without 
a word.  That is, until we got to the place where I had diverged into 
the swamp.

     "They went this way," I said to Darius' retreating back.

     "No one goes into the swamp," Darius said.  "You must have gotten
confused."

     "Have it your way," I said, then headed back down into the muck. 

     I heard him cursing behind me, then the sound of his big body 
pushing through the thick undergrowth.  "Damnit, Xora, quit wasting
time."

     "Shut up, you big idiot," I snarled.  "I came this way earlier.  
If you were half the hunter you claim, you'd notice all the tracks."

     He didn't say anything, but he did look down to see the imprint 
of a lot of boots.  By the time he had made his mind up about my 
claim, we were back at the slough.  The bulk of the tracks stayed on
our side of the water, so we turned to follow them.  In the end, though, 
they led back out of the swamp and up into the mountains.  

     "I told you we should have come this way," said Darius.

     "You were free to go where you wished," I pointed out.  

     He was panting heavily, dripping with sweat and worse things from our
time in the swamp.  But of course the big moose would never ask for a 
break.  Well, I wasn't going to be the one to stop first, especially 
since with Ti's help, I didn't need to.

     "You're welcome," she said inside my head.

     *I'm sorry, Ti, but I'm still upset.  I truly do appreciate you,* 
I replied.

     "Even though I've made you into a woman?" she pushed.

     *Right now, yes,* I admitted.  Right then, I found myself hating 
men, hating even the man that I had been.  

     Then it came to me that I was walking along with a man, a very big,
strong, powerful man.  There was something solid about Darius that made 
me trust him, despite his gender.  But right then I don't think I'd have 
turned my back on any other men.  Though even this one did have some very 
old-fashioned ideas about the proper role of men and women.

     As though it were in response to my thought, Darius said, "Let's
take a break and wash up a bit."

     "If you need one," I said magnanimously.

     "It's not me that I'm worried about," he said gruffly.  I lifted 
a single arched brow at him in silent statement, my eyes moving obviously
to his sweaty shirt and then to my own nearly pristine attire.  However,
that did remind me of the residue that clung to me despite Ti's best 
efforts, so without another word I waded into the small stream that 
had been the apparent genesis of Darius' comment and washed myself clean.  

     "You idiot," he said as soon as I got into the water.  "Take your
boots off first.  You'll ruin them."

     After all the mud and sludge we had traipsed through on our way, I
didn't even dignify that with a response.  Instead, I stepped from the 
water looking as though I had just had the benefit of a day in a beauty 
parlor.  His eyes glinted in the dim light of the dawn that was just 
declaring itself, and I put a little bit of hip dip into my step as I
moved past him.  

     "You go ahead and take a break.  I'll scout on ahead and come back 
for you."

     "Don't trouble yourself," he sneered.  "If you want to go tire 
yourself out needlessly, then have at it.  I'll meet you somewhere on
the path to that saddle over where the sun is just appearing.  It's the 
only way out of this valley and I'm sure that Sstton figures you've gone 
there."

     I just nodded, and trotted off in the direction he had indicated.

     "You don't need to go out of your way to make him mad," Titania 
observed.

     "Oh, he's just so sure of his own strength, that he can't accept 
I have skills, too."

     "YOU have skills?" Titania said.

     That did cause me to stop for a bit.  Thankfully we were out of sight
by then.  "I'm sorry, Ti.  I'm doing it again, aren't I?" 

     She just chuckled in my ear.  "Yes, but I don't really mind.  I just 
wanted you to calm down a little, before I had to enforce it chemically."

     Then, before I could say anything more, she said, "He certainly *is*
a big, strong man, though.  Isn't he?"

     "Hmm?  Oh, well, yes.  I guess so," I said.  "It's too bad he knows 
it, though."

     "Is it?" she asked.  "I think he's been very careful of his strength.  
And since he doesn't know about me, his concern for you is justified, 
too."

     I didn't want to admit to the truth of what she had said, so I turned
to trot once again toward the high pass.  As I crossed a ridge line, I had
to crouch down quickly when I saw the hunting party ahead of us.  Darius 
had been right.  After abandoning the swamp, Sstton had led his men 
directly toward the saddle in the mountain.  They were camped a klick or 
so from the ridge on which I was perched.  After a few minutes I realized 
they were settling in rather than getting ready to move out with the dawn.  
Creeping closer, I paused where I could hear Sstton's harsh voice, arguing 
with the one I had mentally tagged as the head tracker.

     "I'm telling you, she had to come this way," Sstton was saying.  "All
of the prey always end up coming this way."

     "And I'm telling you that neither the dogs nor any of the trackers 
have found any trace of her since the slough.  She drowned.  Or she got 
bitten by a waterwhip, or she's feeding a grunter.  This is a waste of
time."  

     "Your time is mine to waste!" shouted Sstton.

     The head tracker tried to be calm, "Yes, boss, it is.  And you pay 
well, even aside from the fringe benefits when we catch one of the girls.
But the men are tired.  The dogs are tired.  The trail is cold.  Let's 
take a break, have some food, and then we can spread out.  Even if she's 
still alive, she can't have gotten this far yet."

     Sstton glared at the man for another long moment, then nodded 
abruptly.  He went to a nearby boulder to sit, accepting a cup of 
some sort of hot beverage with no sign of gratitude.  

     Titania's tone was decidedly unhelpful, "So, Miss Federation Field 
Agent, are you just going to go storming in there and whack them all with 
your club?"  

     *Shut up.*  So all right.  I wasn't much better.  

     "I wonder how far Darius has come," Titania said casually.

     *All right.  I get the message," I said, slipping quietly back down
the trail.       


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