Free Holiday Abduction (Alien Abduction Book 6) by Eve Langlais Page A

escape.”
    She seemed worried, whereas Vhyl didn’t pay the soldiers much mind. As far as he was concerned, they should have sent more men. It was almost embarrassing how little his reputation counted here on Earth. Anywhere else in the galaxy, they would have sent three or four times the number. Now that would have been a much fairer fight. Then he might have also kept his weapon and told them where they could shove their order to surrender.
    “Given I am unsure how the stun setting will work on your unenhanced genetic structure, I felt it best if I resort to simpler methods,” he stated. He also felt it was more sporting. He allowed the two men to move behind him.
    “Remember to not look him in the eye,” barked Agent Farley, who wore dark-tinted glasses while the four men he’d brought with them all wore helmets with black visors.
    Vhyl could not understand why Jilly began humming a melody that involved sunglasses at night under her breath. At his quizzical gaze, he thought she mouthed, ‘Corey Hart’.
    It made no sense, so he ignored it and focused on the men before him. Only the main agent didn’t have a weapon in hand. Given Vhyl wore his repelling suit, he didn’t worry much about the possibility of projectiles, unless one accidentally aimed for his head. Reconstructive surgery was never pleasant.
    Jilly, on the other hand, didn’t have any such protection, something he kept in mind as he planned his next move.
    “Cuff the guy first,” the one in charge ordered, still mistakenly thinking he controlled the situation.
    It almost made Vhyl laugh. “You should have listened to me when you had the chance,” he teased. That was the only warning they got before he punched one of the helmet-wearing soldiers in the face while, at the same time, kicking sideways, the boot of his suit connecting with another soldier’s gun hand. The human cried out and dropped his weapon.
    The one Vhyl punched still held his firearm, but his free hand attempted to stem the gush of blood from his nose.
    Since he was occupied, Vhyl aimed a kick behind him at the male who thought to rush him from behind and slide an arm around his neck. A grab of the hand and a twist of his hips saw that soldier flying over Vhyl’s shoulder to hit the floor with an oomph.
    Just warming up, Vhyl aimed some rapid-fire thrusts and kicks at the remaining security force still standing, his movements too fast for them to counter. His mother had planned his genetic enhancements in the womb well. Perhaps he’d do something unprecedented when he returned and thank her for it. The shock alone would prove entertaining.
    It took only a moment until the four soldiers were on the ground, three of them unconscious, the fourth moaning something about a broken hand.
    Agent Farley gaped at him. “What the fuck are you?”
    “Someone you need to forget,” was Vhyl’s reply before a well-aimed punch knocked the man unconscious.
    Seeing no other immediate threat, Vhyl pivoted to find Jilly shaking her head. “Dude, you could make a fortune as an ultimate fighter.”
    “I already have great riches.”
    “Then why are you here looking for this hunk of metal?” she asked, holding up the disk.
    “Because it’s one of a kind.”
    “You mean you’re going to all this trouble just to say you own it?”
    “Of course. And then there’s the excitement of guarding it well enough from those who would covet it. There is more to being an acquisition specialist than just ownership. Keeping what I’ve collected also requires great skill.” It also made for some fun times as he toyed with thieves, faking easy access to some of his goods just so he could turn around and kill them for their temerity in trying.
    A warrior created entertainment where he could. It helped keep his skills honed.
    “You are whacked.”
    “I believe I shall take that as a compliment,” Vhyl replied as he held out his hand in a courtly gesture. It was so utterly unlike him, and yet, he