| Escaping Eden By Danielle Devon |
Reluctantly she reached for the bag, opened it,
and pulled out a UIF flight suit.
“Hurry, we haven’t much time.”
“Tell me where my sister is.”
on him in unison. “Go, now!”
“I can’t leave you to them,” she cried.
“I’ll be fine. Now go, before it’s too late.”
“She is in the Derium sector on a small planet
called Jadren. Hurry, please.”
Satal cast a glance at the Chargers narrowed on
them. “Thank you,” she whispered as she slipped
into the cockpit and lowered the hatch.
She seemed to consider this, taking longer than
was safe. He knew they would be coming for them
any minute. Finally, she rose and slipped into the
flight suit, zipping it up over her clothes.
A barrage of Charger fire exploded in the air
around them. Trave dropped to the ground and
watched the Drakon ship whirl to life and explode
from the hanger.
“Come on,” he urged, taking her by the hand and
drawing her out the door.
As the Charger fire ceased, useless against the
well-armored ship, a UIF guard dragged him to his
feet. “Captain Macon, you are under arrest.”
They rushed down the hallways, she ducking her
head and avoiding the gaze of every UIF personnel they passed. As they broke free from the building, the whine of the alarms ringing out through
the courtyard sent every head turning in their
direction.
“Run!” he yelled as they thundered through the
crowd.
He could hear the shouts of the UIF guards echoing down the hallway behind them as they fled
across the hanger to the waiting Drakon ship. Satal scrambled up into the cockpit, Trave hesitated
on the ground behind her. She turned, offering him
her hand.
He slipped a piece of paper into her awaiting
palm. “Those are the coordinates. Your sister is
well. In fact, she is working for a private sector
organization.”
Satal glanced down at the coordinates on the paper. “Come with me,” she whispered.
Trave shook his head. “You know I can’t.” The UIF
stormed into the hanger. A dozen Chargers drew
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Trave drew his hands behind his back, the heavy
restraints locking around his wrist.
“Why did you help her?”
“Because.” He smiled. “Sometimes the Fates have
other plans.”
Danielle Devon is a multi-published author who
has settled comfortably into her unique realm of
science fiction and fantasy romance. Her writing
has been hailed by reviewers as “darkly poetic”,
her stories “vividly painted with a colorful canvas
which comes to life before your eyes.” She lives
in the beautiful Northwest with her husband and
children.
Visit her on her website at
authordanielledevon.com