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danger he was placing
himself in. By placing their bodies between the two, they could
protect their men and the boy at the same time.
    The move gave both Mel and the Pactor time
to disappear into the tunnel. A loud, foul curse echoed through the
landing bay as the old man swung the shovel he was still holding
around, barely missing Ha’ven’s head. Creon jerked back when the
old man swung again as he stepped backwards.
    “I don’t know what the hell you are, but
leave us alone,” Cal snarled. “Go on, get out.”
    Ha’ven raised his hands and shook his head.
“Sounds good to me,” he said.
    “Ha’ven,” Creon muttered.
    “This is just like at the bar on Teristan
IV,” Ha’ven commented. “Remember that Octopod that was swinging the
chairs?”
    Creon’s eyes lit up when he realized that
Ha’ven wasn’t giving in, but setting up for a move. He would
distract the old man while Ha’ven took the shovel. Adrenaline
flooded him as he nodded.
    “Yeah, that was a good fight,” Creon said,
shifting suddenly and striking out with his tail to knock Cal off
his feet.
    Ha’ven moved in a blur of speed, catching
Cal while at the same time removing the shovel from his hand. Creon
still didn’t see how Ha’ven did it. It was almost like the shovel
disappeared for a moment before reappearing in Ha’ven’s hand. Creon
knew that wasn’t possible. With a flick of his wrist, the old man
crumbled unconscious in Ha’ven’s arms.
    “Now, for the boy,” Ha’ven said, lowering
the old man to the floor.
    “You have got to show me how you do that,”
Creon said, walking toward where Ha’ven was now standing.
    “Some things are best left to wonder,”
Ha’ven commented lightly as he turned toward the tunnel. “Just as
you and Vox being able to shift has always fascinated me.”
    “What can I say? A gift from the Goddess,”
Creon grinned.
    “Or a curse,” Ha’ven muttered under his
breath. “Let us get the boy and get off this rock. I never did like
places like this. It brings back memories I would rather not
re-live.”
    “I know,” Creon replied tightly.
    Ha’ven released his breath in frustration.
“I did not mean it that way, Creon,” he said.
    Creon smiled tightly at his friend. He knew
that Ha’ven didn’t blame him for what happened to him back in the
lower caverns of Hell where he had been tortured. It still didn’t
prevent him from having enough guilt for the both of them.
    *.*.*
    Two hours later, both men were ready to
admit defeat. Creon stood over a stubborn Cal who was sitting on
the edge of the platform, flanked by two guards. He eyed the old
man in aggravation. Even Ha’ven had muttered it would have just
been easier to take the damn creature than try to find the kid in
the endless maze of tunnels.
    “None of the scanners work once we get into
the lower corridors,” one of the warriors said. “We’ve searched the
upper ones and there was no sign of them.”
    “How can something the size of a Pactor just
vanish?” Creon demanded, running his hands through his hair in
annoyance before he turned on Cal. “If it wasn’t for the fact that
I do not want to upset my mate, I would have left you and the boy
here. Call to him, tell him the beast can go,” Creon ordered.
    “How do I know you’ll keep your word?” Cal
asked, standing up.
    “He has a point,” Ha’ven muttered.
    Creon threw an exasperated look at Ha’ven.
“You are getting as bad as Vox, you know that, don’t you? You are
being a pain in my…”
    Ha’ven shrugged and grinned as he looked at
Cal. “Creon always keeps his word,” he said, suddenly serious. “If
he says the beast can go, it will go.”
    Cal studied both men for several long
seconds before he nodded his head. Creon shot the guards a look
when Cal stood up and took a step away from them. The guards paused
and stepped back, watching as Cal walked over to the entrance to
the tunnel. Cal raised his fingers to his lips and loudly whistled.
He did three long