Razor's Traitorous Heart: The Alliance Book 2 by S. E. Smith Read Free Book Online Page B

Razor’s observations on
the matter.”
    Razor watched as Badrick turned sharply and
took a step threatening step toward the human. His eyes flickered
to Cutter who nodded. They both knew how volatile the Usoleum male
could be when he didn’t get his way.
    “The human stays,” Razor stated with an
underlying tone of warning. “Control yourself Badrick. The Alliance
Council granted that it would cooperate with the human military.
Colonel…” Razor’s eyes shifted briefly to the human male before
turning back to Badrick who stood clenching his fisted hands at his
side. “… Baker is within his rights to remain.”
    *.*.*
    Badrick drew in a hissing breath before his
cold eyes turned back to Razor’s challenging stare. He forced
himself to relax. Stepping back, he briefly bowed his head to show
he recognized the quiet threat in Razor’s voice.
    He shielded the hatred in his eyes even
though he knew the Trivator could smell it. The cynical amusement
in Razor’s eyes were like claws ripping through his gut. It
perturbed him that he had not known the human male had an explosive
on him. He would be having a conversation with his new security
team as soon as he got rid of the two Trivator warriors.
    “My apologies,” he said with a fake smile.
“Of course the human may remain. Perhaps we should retire to the
Colonel’s office while your second oversees the removal of the
bodies?”
    “Agreed,” Razor replied. “Cutter, see if you
can discover where the explosives came from and review the
documented images to determine which side of the city the men
belonged to.”
    “Documented images?” Badrick asked with a
frown. “You have images of the men on each side?”
    “I like to know who I am fighting against.
It helps to know how they think and move to minimize the amount of
threat to my men,” Razor briefly answered.
    “Of course,” Badrick muttered, turning to
walk through the doorway leading to a back corridor.
    Razor paused when the human Colonel stopped
next to him. He glanced at Cutter who raised his eyebrow in inquiry
before turning slightly toward the human male. The man’s troubled
eyes were not on him but on the back of Badrick. Suspicion darkened
the already dark brown eyes until they looked almost black.
    “He refused to let my men search them,”
Baker muttered under his breath. “He also had them by-pass the
security scanners. I don’t trust that bastard, neither should
you.”
    “I don’t trust anyone but my own men,” Razor
replied.
    Baker nodded in understanding. “I know what
you mean,” he agreed. “Did you really order the destruction of
Mexico City?”
    “Of course. They refused to concede,” Razor
replied as he turned toward the corridor to follow Badrick. “As I
said before, I do not negotiate.”
    Colonel Baker stared after the huge alien
male as he walked confidently down the hallway. He swallowed as he
ran his eyes over the thick muscles straining against the dark
fabric of the alien’s black uniform. He had been in the military
for almost thirty years and was looking forward to his retirement
when the Trivator warriors first appeared six years ago. All
military personnel had been called to active duty and all
retirement suspended until the threat was over.
    Unfortunately, they had been expecting the
threat to come from the aliens, not the citizens. At least not to
the magnitude it had. When rioters, government reformers and
religious zealots poured out, they were split in half. He had
quickly moved up the ranks from Staff Sergeant to Colonel due to
the lack of resources and his experience as more men and women were
called to action.
    It soon became clear that while there were
more humans, the Trivator out-powered them, had far superior
technology and extremely well trained soldiers, or warriors, as he
later learned they called themselves. When the United States
Commander-in-Chief ordered a cease-fire, the military followed
those orders; unfortunately, the civilians did not