I felt my pulse quicken and my heart thump rapidly in my chest, or should I say, ‘Agatha’s’ pulse. ‘Agatha’s’ heart. ‘Agatha’s’ chest. I hadn’t claimed her as my own completely yet.
Feeling edgy, I shook her hands out again, trying desperately to feel a stronger connection to her body. There was still numbness in most places due to the incomplete integration and the touch sensation to ‘Agatha’s’ fingertips remained offline.
Looking down, I flexed them, breathing a sigh of relief that I had control over them at least.
I tapped the side of my face again and checked my stats to see how much longer I had to wait:
NAME: Captain Ariah O’Connoll
AGE: 21
SOUL AGE: Classified
SPECIES…
DOWNLOAD COMPLETE IN…10…years…
Glitching, the stats gave me nothing and as for the top notch download speed, I didn’t have 10 years to wait. From how I felt, it still seemed like hours before full connection would be complete.
I glimpsed a canvas bag on the floor beside the couch with knitting needles and wool protruding from it. Using all of my focus, I walked ‘Agatha’ over to the couch and bent down as quickly as I could to pick up the bag, the stiff body aching at every movement.
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As I grabbed the handle, I turned to see two thugs burst through the doorway and into the reception area of the apartment. Pictures fell off their hooks, smashing onto the polished marble floor as they lumbered towards me, bumping into the walls haphazardly as they came closer.
The first figure I could see appeared to be large and cumbersome, with slimy blue reptilian-like skin, his snake-like blood red eyes flickered in their sockets as he searched the room. The other intruder appeared thinner, his face gaunt and pale with an eye patch covering one of his eyes. He had what looked to be a scar that ran behind it all the way from his forehead down to his chin.
Both beings were wearing what looked to be ELITE uniforms but they weren’t the usual ELITE officers. The sleek navy blue uniforms were ill fitting and partially ripped in places, looking like they’d potentially acquired them by dubious means in a back alley somewhere.
The ELITE were the Intergalactic Police and they worked with the governing Galactic Council to facilitate compliance throughout the galaxy and beyond. These two looked like they’d crawled out of the ELITE’s garbage, so my trust levels in their credibility was basically zero.
They stepped closer.
I took a breath and closed my eyes.
“Awh, does Grandma need a nap already? We haven’t even got started!” They both laughed, the sound of their cackles made me cringe.
The larger one of the two pulled out a chainsaw from a pack on his back and grabbed the starter, pulling it roughly as he did so. The machine sputtered to life as he revved it and the blades began swirling violently.
Growling, the motor spewed dark exhaust into the room and the assailant threw his head back, laughing maniacally as he revved the engine again.