a little bit of a wild child, Jovan didn’t
think he would like the structure the military offered, but found himself adapting to it,
and even excelling. He worked hard to learn the fighting skills and to master the use of
weapons, waiting for a war that never happened.
The people of SR44 lived in cohesive peace, so there was never any fighting
among them as there was on Earth. If there was a war, it would most likely come from
outside, but for thousands upon thousands of years there hadn’t even been a hint of a
threat from any of the other planets within the SR44 solar system.
The Royal Congress believed in being prepared just in case, and their military was
strong.
Jovan had moved quickly through their military ranks, and soon found himself in
the elite group of Warriors called the Battle Squad with Noah, Rayner, Talin, Cohen, and
Hudson, among others. When the Colonists escaped the Colony, the six of them had been
handpicked by the Royal Congress to go after them and hunt them down, and the Six
Saviors had been born.
His first hundred years on Earth, he was terribly homesick for the lush forests and
high golden buildings of SR44. Then one day he woke, and it was like a switch had been
turned off within him. Yes, he missed home, but maybe this Earth place wasn’t so bad. It
wasn’t as pretty, there was a lot of infighting among its inhabitants, but it really wasn’t a
bad place to be.
He looked over a Liberty again. What was life on SR44 like now? Had much
changed, or had it stayed the same as it had for thousands of years? Were the Forest
Dwellers still constantly fighting the little dinosaur-like creatures they shared the land
with? Did the golden buildings still shine in the twilight hours? Did it still look like a
living, breathing rainbow when the cities were crowded with the smoky-colored forms of
its inhabitants?
So many questions.
And Liberty. What the hell was he going to do with her? He figured he would
babysit her until tomorrow, then turn her over to the females in the silo. Then he could go
back to living on the fringes of life where he had as little interaction with people as
possible.
After he heard her story, of course.
Turn right in a half mile.
Got it.
Turn right in a quarter mile.
Shut up.
Turn right in one hundred feet, and your destination will be on the left.
He hit the power button on the GPS, thankful he didn’t have to listen to the
robotic voice anymore.
Pulling up into the driveway, he double-checked the address and let out a low
whistle. The safe house Noah had bought wasn’t any house. It was a mansion.
He turned off the car and looked over at Liberty. He couldn’t let her sleep out
here, and he needed to wake her. But he didn’t want to touch her. He imagined the
emotions would range along the lines of fear and worry. Or maybe he wouldn’t feel
anything at all. He just never knew.
He wasn’t going to take the chance. “Liberty?”
She didn’t move.
“Liberty?” he said a little louder.
She jumped and looked around as if she were unsure of where she was.
“We’re here, Liberty. This is where we’re going to stay the night, and then we’ll
leave for Reno in the morning.”
Liberty rubbed her eyes. “Very well. My apologies for falling asleep, Warrior. I
had only meant to rest briefly.”
Jovan smiled. “No worries. Let’s get you inside so you can continue that rest.”
Chapter 6
Liberty noted the house was like Jovan—huge and overwhelming. It sat on top of
a hill overlooking the greater Phoenix area, and as they made their way through the
house, she was certain she had never seen anything like it before, and would never see
anything like it again.
The large wooden door opened up into a huge foyer, which led to an elegant
sitting area and an expansive dining room. The floor was a dark tile, the furniture white,
and the ceiling seemed to crawl up to the clouds. Together they walked through the
dining area with