Rise the Renegade (Rork Sollix Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

metal. He kneeled down and looked under the ship. A pair of black-booted feet hunted them.
    “We gotta go.” He turned and grabbed the black rope in his two hands. He put his feet against the too-smooth wall and tilted his head.
    “I don’t like this!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and her thin legs around his waist.
    He began to climb.
    “Hey! Get down from there!” said a voice below them.
    Rork put one hand over the other, one foot above the other. His blue-haired servant girl was light but her weight pulled on his neck and his throat rasped as the air struggled to enter his lungs. “Are they armed?” he whispered. Her weight shifted.  
    “No. Immigration people.”
    The rope slipped and they fell a meter. She yelped. His heart leapt.
    Buff jumped to Rork’s shoulder and dug his claws in just below his collarbone. Rork made a face.
    “You’re only going to injure yourselves,” the immigration agent said from below.
    “Are we going to make it?” she whispered.
    Her breath tickled his neck. He shuddered and the pain came back. His legs fell and they hung there, bobbing up and down on the bouncy line. He groaned and felt her breathing fast, her chest pushing into his back, her palm sweaty on his cheek.
    “Come on, baby,” she whispered.
    He saw the top of the wall now. It was a peaked, soot-blackened cement. Irregular shards of glass poked out of it. The hook was lodged in something beyond the limits of his vision but the cable was snagged on a particularly ragged piece of glass. He put one hand above the other and saw that for each movement, the rope rubbed against the sharp edge and another strand of it severed.
    A helicopter appeared above them. “This is Delhi Immigration Control. You will return to your ship now.” The one-person chopper angled forward and its spinning blades edged to within three meters of them. The operator, if it had one, sat inside a reflective glass bubble.
    The wind blew Rork’s hair back. He pulled them up once more and grabbed two fingers onto the cement peak between shards of glass.
    “We have to go back down!” Her grip around his neck loosened.
    Rork looked down. It was a long fall. He grabbed her forearm and pulled it closer to his neck.
    The helicopter floated forward and its blades nicked a glass shard, sending a chip into Rork’s forehead. He saw the flash of light and felt something burn through his scalp. He closed his eyes and the wave of hurt coursed through his body. Life returned to his legs despite his sluggish muscle control.
    “You will comply with Earth immigration procedures or face corrective action,” said a voice from the chopper. It floated closer.
    Rork relaxed his bicep and hung there. The men moved in below them. The line jerked and the rope frayed further. Not more than a half-dozen strands stood between them and a long fall to the ground below. Not to mention detention and being locked in a cage, somewhere underground. They’ll charge her as my accomplice. He felt her hot breath on his neck.
    The chopper drew closer. The tip of its landing skids appeared just above Rork’s head. He jabbed his left hand into the air and wrapped it around the padded, narrow plastic. He pulled himself up. With the other hand, he pressed in the cockpit door handle. It popped open.
    A whizzing sound tickled Rork’s ear and the helicopter bubble exploded above them. Pieces of plastic rained on them. She took her hand from Rork’s neck and held it in front of his eyes. There was blood on it.
    “Stop or I will fire again!” said the voice from below.
    Rork pulled himself up into the helicopter. He disengaged the mechanical arm from the stick of the remote-controlled aircraft and pulled it hard to the right.
    Lala settled next to him in the tiny cabin, her feet pulled up into her chest, her face buried in her knees. Buff jumped to her and wrapped his body around her neck.
    Bullets whizzed through the protective bubble. The plastic cracked and fault lines