Free Creations 2: Creation's Control by Marie Harte Page B

handful of Ebrellions we’re dealing with. It looks like they brought a fucking contingent. Like three or four dozen of their warriors. Peacemakers are streaming through Mardu’s atmosphere as we speak, just what we don’t need. My boys here don’t much like the law interfering in family business,” Rafe said loudly, most likely for the gang leaders’ benefit.
    “They’re paying me a pretty bek to make things happen, now .” Drekk thought fast. “How many females total?”
    “Eleven. Three women, eight girls.”
    “Fuck. Give me five minutes and patch your contact through to me.”
    “Her name’s Olla, Tangle’s woman. Oh and Drekk? This is rescue only. You don’t engage, got it?”
    Drekk didn’t answer, too busy racing through the house. He donned a protective chest plate, boots and armaments—two Melan pistols, a laser sword and several grak grenades that he fitted to his weapons belt.
    The communicator buzzed and he spoke with Olla, one scared, gutsy female. She gave him a detailed description of the threat. She’d come into contact with a dozen Ebrellions planning to ‘void’ into their System. Once they left the System, the women would be lost forever. Unfortunately, Ebrellion transport had advanced way beyond what those in the Vrail System possessed.
    “Go easy, Olla. I’ll find you. I’ll be the guy with grey eyes and a scar down his face.”
    “Hurry, please,” she said around sobs and disconnected.
    “What’s going on?” Ryen stood with his arms crossed over his bare chest. He wore trousers and the fresh scent of soap.
    Even with the threat of danger looming, Drekk couldn’t stop himself from taking another whiff. Ryen smelled so damned good. “I have a small job to do.”
    “Okay. Let’s go.”
    “You’re staying here. If I’m not back in a few hours, Rafe will contact you. Cuffs, resistance enforced.” Drekk ignored Ryen’s glare. “You can’t leave the building. Sorry, Ryen, but you’re a liability until you can fully function. I won’t endanger those women for you. I can’t.” Drekk smiled to take the sting out of his words. “While I’m gone, work on pleasuring yourself. We’ll compare notes later tonight.” Stars willing.
    He took a deep breath and psychically prepared for a long trip thanks to Olla’s coordinates. Then he let himself go. Landing in the middle of a battleground, Drekk quickly assessed the situation.
    Three women and eight worn, weary girls tensed with dread when he neared.

    “Is he one of them?” the youngest asked another, most likely her sister due to the resemblance.
    “I don’t think so.” Olla’s familiar voice answered. “Drekk?”
    “At your service.” He frowned at the squalor of their surroundings. What looked like a large warehouse was covered in filth, river dredge and a plethora of nasty insects. The centre of the area was dimly lit and filled with wooden boxes and metal containers large enough to fit a small house. Still, the condition of the space didn’t sit right.
    Not what he’d expect for a slave auction, even from the Ebrellions. No one sane could consider this a fitting station to hold women for sale. “They aren’t planning on selling you?”
    “Me and the other women will make ‘willing’ brides,” Olla said with disgust. “The others,” she paused and toned down her voice. She hurried to Drekk and whispered in his ear, “The others are for sacrifice. To their gods for safe passage through the great void.”
    “Terrific.” No bartering for any of them. Cheltam couldn’t fix this one. “I’ll be right back.”
    Drekk grabbed one of the girls and teleported with her into the location he and Rafe had agreed upon. Erin stood waiting, her war face on. One look at the pitiful young girl with him and her fierce demeanour crumbled.
    “Come here, sweet.”
    The girl ran to her open arms.
    “I have ten more coming. Be ready,” Drekk warned and shot back to the cell in the middle of the warehouse.
    He made