Free Jordan Summers - [Dead World 01] by Red (html)

sweaty body resting above her as he rolled his hips, impaling her with
his .. .
    Red quivered at the thought, her
eyes unconsciously drawn back to Morgan
Hunter.
    After Bannon's smart-assed comment about her spreading
her legs, Morgan was the last person she needed to be thinking about in that
way. She'd just have to stick with the body toys awhile longer. She wasn't here
to get laid, so her dry streak wouldn't be ending anytime soon, captivating man
or not.
    "Gina, I'm noting a change
in your autonomic system." Rita chimed. "Should I be concerned about
out side stimuli? I can have the
team dispatched to Nuria within three
hours and two minutes. You'll have to manually
input your coordinates. I am unable to pin point your exact
location."
    "No! That won't be necessary." Red grimaced
at being caught ogling what would probably turn out to be an old image.
Boundary town law enforcers were notorious for not updating their pictures.
Some were nearly thirty years old. "But I can't find you," Rita said.
"There do not seem to be markers or streets. You are in Nuria,
correct?"
    "Yes, I'm in Nuria. It's
okay, Rita. The town hasn't been mapped."
    "How will I assist you in locating markers, if
the town has not been properly recorded?"
    Red laughed. "You won't. I'll
have to do it the old- fashioned way and
use my eyes."
    'This is highly irregular," Rita said, sounding
more than a little perturbed. "I recommend reporting this situation to
headquarters immediately. You could be in danger."
    Red shook her head. She wasn't in danger. At least not yet. There was no way she would report this
non- incident to headquarters. Her grandfather was looking for an excuse
to send in the troops and bring her back. "Power down to standby. I
promise I will call you if I need you."
    "Very well." The A.I. unit made a chirping
sound as it powered down. Red shut the viewer screen, ignoring the flare of
disappointment she felt as Morgan's image faded. She chided herself for having
such foolish
thoughts in the first place. She was here to find out who—or
what—killed Lisa Solomon. Nothing more, nothing less. And she'd do just that,
right after she located shelter for the night.
    During the day, boundary towns were generally
unfriendly. At night, they could be downright hostile.
    Red began to explore the town. If
Nuria had amenities, she wasn't seeing them, but she had
managed to pass the same fake bush four times. She should have come
belter prepared. Eventually, she ferreted out a few necessities—an
extra water canteen, a small food dispensing machine, and a crude area map, which
highlighted the local emergency care center. It didn't look far,
so she decided to take a detour. She wasn't ex pecting
trouble, but you couldn't predict those sorts of things.
    She still hadn't managed to find a suitable share
space yet,
but she would. The first two she'd encountered had no cleansing units, and
offered little beyond a communal sleep area. Red was used to staying out in the field on occasion with the tactical team,
but not with a room full of strangers. What if someone accidentally
woke her suddenly and she shot him? What if it was a child? Worse—what if she
had another missing time episode? She still
didn't know what had happened. She hadn't had one since, but that didn't
mean they were gone for good.
    She just couldn't take the chance.
    Red glanced up and realized she was standing in front
of the emergency care center. The entrance was plain with small gray letters
indicating the building's purpose. She watched as people filed out, dressed in their medical uniforms. A few glanced her way.
Most moved directly to the parking lot, more concerned with going home than with worrying about a
stranger in town.
    She entered as the last group exited. The main
building seemed to consist of three wings lined with rooms. There were four
emergency treatment areas off to the side and a nurse's station. The facility
was large for a town this size.
    It must treat the entire