know you’ll be right as rain in few minutes,” he reassured her as he got out the hypo spray. “I’ll do it when I get to three, ok?”
“Fine, but I’m not happy about this. Why can’t the sodding couple just come up to...” Which was as far as she got before he applied he hypo to the side of her neck and she went limp.
Connor reached out a hand and softly caressed the markings on Chesara’s cheek. The feelings he was experiencing were entirely inappropriate and they were getting more intense, day by day. His fears about what would happen when she became sexually mature were occupying more and more of his thoughts. To the Federation, she was a science project and a revenue-gathering asset. Once she’d been only a job to him, but the years they’d spent together had changed that. The only way he would keep his position at her side, was if his boss continued to believe that was how he thought of her.
He couldn’t help himself from caressing her with his eyes, but he resisted the urge to touch any more of her, even though she wouldn’t know what he did. The right thing to do, the responsible ‘Federation’ thing to do, would be to tell his superiors about his feelings for her. But the notion that his cold callous female superior designated ‘Operative Theta 16’ would be responsible for assigning her next handler was disturbing. That is, if she wasn’t returned to the science facility for a breeding attempt. The very idea of her being forced, or drugged and inseminated against her will made his skin crawl, but he had no idea how to avoid it.
Realising that time was passing and the sedative would wear off in a couple of minutes, he removed the implant control device from its case, and moved her hair away from behind her left ear. He held it against the implant site, and activated the unit.
Chesara’s body jerked in response for a few moments until the unit bleeped, showing the implant was in an inactive state. He repeated the process with the GPS implant. While she was still unconscious, he checked the functioning of the alien implant just above her right kidney near the adrenal gland.
The technology had been obtained from the Garians last year. Information about the implanted person’s vital signs was relayed to a paired device. The twin to Chesara’s device, was implanted in the same position in his own back. When he concentrated, he could ‘see’ statistics such as her heart rate and blood pressure.
This was unique technology; only one set had been purchased, at what had been hinted was an astronomical cost. It only served to remind him that Chesara was also considered a unique asset, rather than a person with rights. Not that anybody who had been noticed by the ‘powers that be’ was considered an individual. They were all pawns in the Federation’s ever more complex political webs. Perhaps ‘pawns’ wasn’t quite the right word for them as Chesara as she was extremely valuable, but he was certainly expendable. Just like everyone else, he worked with what he had, because there wasn’t an alternative.
Although he wouldn’t be able to communicate with her, or locate her position while she was away from him, he could still assess her physical wellbeing. If he’d gone with her to the Palace, he would also have had to deactivate his com and GPS implants. Contacting the Apollo, would have been impossible, although the assessed risk from this backwater planet was minimal. They had been waiting for this visit for years, they wouldn’t jeopardise the good favour of the Federation, or their credits.
Chesara shifted and groaned as she started to come around. He knew that it’d be pointless to talk to her until she was ready, but he could feel her fascinating eyes on him as she blinked slowly. Sometimes he could forget what she was, but at times like this, it was even more obvious that she wasn’t entirely human.
“I never got to three you git,” she said, carefully enunciating each