their clan, had gifted it to him when he’d ascended to the position of Sandama , the third lieutenant.
Hover-cars were extremely rare on the streets of Darkside. They were exorbitantly expensive, and as a result they were seldom seen in the grey zones of Earth.
But for a busy Sandama like Kai, who needed to be everywhere at once, the vehicle was a godsend.
He navigated down a dark, narrow alley with extreme precision, shooting out the other side and into the docking bay of the North Ward General Hospital.
It was the closest trauma facility to the Glory Strip. One look at Melia and he’d known she needed urgent surgery.
As he set the vehicle down, regulating the thrusters to prevent any sudden, jarring movements, he glanced at his rearview monitor.
The Kordolian was using her hands to force more Haema into Melia’s tiny body, squeezing the bag in order to get the fluid into her system as quickly as possible. The medic was covered in blood and her blouse had been ripped, revealing smooth, silver-grey skin underneath.
Things had happened so very quickly. Kai and his enforcer, Banri, had been en-route to a cargo inspection when they’d received the distress call. They’d stopped only to break into a local clinic, stealing an emergency kit from the deserted premises.
Banri had destroyed the guard-bot with a single shot from his bolt-rifle.
Never mind. They would recompense the owner at a later date.
The Kordolian looked up and Kai stared into eyes that reminded him of an intense sunset. Humans didn’t possess such eyes. In another place and time, he might have been entranced.
But right now, they needed to get Melia inside.
Kai leaned on the horn, sending out a long sharp blast of electric sound. A medical team appeared in the dock shortly after, an automated stretcher rolling alongside them.
“Let’s get her out of here,” he said, releasing the doors and stepping outside. The lead medic’s eyes widened as she took in his appearance.
Like most of the inhabitants of Darkside, she instantly recognized him for what he was. Details mattered. His distinctive dark, tailored suit and the small round pin at his lapel, the Ouroboros symbol of his clan, gave him away.
For a split-second, there was an echo of fear in her dark eyes. But then, professionalism took over. “What have we got?”
“Kid’s been stabbed,” he said. “She’s lost a lot of blood. Luckily, our medic’s managed to stabilize the bleeding and pump two bags of Universal Haema into her, but I think she needs surgery.”
The doctor glanced at Melia, taking in her torn shoulder, which was covered in dark, sticky Coag-Gel. Blood was everywhere. She nodded in understanding. “Let’s get her to theater.”
The medical team didn’t waste time. The Kordolian medic looked at him questioningly, and he gave her a small, reassuring nod. She graciously stepped aside as the Humans rushed in.
Her duty done, she allowed the Human medical team to take over. They swept Melia from the back seat, placing her on the stretcher. Bots and hands swarmed over her, attaching lines and monitors to her frail body.
Kai was so full of anger, and yet he felt strangely helpless as he looked down at the girl. There was nothing more he could do for her right now. Her fate was in the hands of these medics.
Once upon a time, he’d been Melia’s shadow. For the first five years of her life, the Boss had entrusted Kai with Melia’s safety. He was no longer her bodyguard, but he still felt a certain sense of responsibility for her. She’d spent a good proportion of her childhood growing up under his watchful eye, after all.
The Kordolian woman appeared at his side, watching silently as Melia was whisked away, the Human medics running beside her as the automated stretcher disappeared through a pair of sliding doors.
For a moment, they were both quiet.
He looked at the Kordolian, studying her properly for the first time since they’d plucked her from the midst of
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