getting scared now. She'd never done anything like this.
Rev put a backpack on her and clipped the latches under her breasts.
"Now don't lose this pack. There's food and water in the pouches. You're going to have to hang onto this suit too. It will capture your body waste and recycle it until it is so pure you can drink it. On this planet, you will definitely need it. It won't smell pretty, but it will keep you alive until I can find you."
"You're going to look for me?"
"Of course I am. Now listen. You are going to fall, and it will feel like a long time. But there is a sensor that will measure your distance to the ground, and it will release a parachute at the right time. There is nothing for you to do, unless you hear an alarm." He held up a helmet for her to see. If you hear an alarm, pull this red tag, and it will manually release the parachute."
"I don't think I can do this."
"Of course you can, Tracy Walsh. I'm counting on it."
"Can you come with me?"
"I want to. But we need to make sure the captain and his crew think you're dead, and it might suspicous if I spaced myself. I have to get to my people first and get these criminals to justice - that's the only way you'll truly be safe."
"Rev, I'm scared."
"You'd be a fool if you WEREN'T." He bent his head and kissed her. It was a hard kiss filled with longing and passion, and promised delicious things but was cut short.
"Cax!" the intercom cackled. "You ready?"
Rev snapped the helmet on Tracy's head.
"Yeah," he said.
"Release the hatch now."
"Yes, Jaal." His hand worked a panel at the side of the hatch. With his other hand, he held the front of Tracy's suit.
The hatch opened and Tracy felt a rush of air pull her backwards out of the hatch, but Rev grasped her tightly. The air whipped around them, pulling his hair wildly around his face.
"When I let go of you, step back," he yelled over the wind. "Don't even look down. Just step back and fall."
Tracy swallowed hard, hoping she could trust this man who claimed to be bonded to her.
"I'll find you," he said. Suddenly he let go of her, the ship dipped to the side, and she fell backward out of the ship.
Her heart hammered in her chest as the air rushed around her. She kept her focus on Rev standing in the ship, watching her. But then something shimmered in the entrance, and the person looking at her from the ship was a large green man wearing Rev's clothes. His disguise had finally failed, revealing his true appearance.
Green, she thought. This guy is a fucking green alien. I hope I'm not headed to Mars right now. You sure can pick 'em, Walsh.
The suit was heating up. Flames curled around her, obscuring Tracy's vision of the green man. Her green man. The faster she fell, the smaller the ship got.
She was alone, on fire, and about to collide with an alien planet!
Part 3: Hunted
TRACY (FALLING TO HER DOOM OVER AN ALIEN PLANET)
Tracy Walsh had delivered newspapers in punishing weather. There had been snow, ice, rain and heat. She had to get up in the middle of the night and deal with bozo carriers who were carrying. She had dealt with office politics and management who, to put it mildly, may have come directly from a mental institution.
None of her newspaper trials prepared her for being abducted by aliens, subjected to examinations, having the hottest sex she'd ever experienced, or a terminal velocity fall from a spacecraft into the atmosphere of an alien world.
At first, she had felt totally weightless as she fell away from the ship. In a moment of panic, she thought that she was caught in orbit, being pulled by the planet's gravity just enough to spin around eternally in a loop. But the alien spacecraft receded from her vision, its dark outline blotting out the stars and indicating that she was moving closer. Finally, she felt the tug of the planet below as she entered the denser lower atmosphere.
The air screamed in her helmet as flames shot up around her body. Rev told her the inside of the suit was