Free The Pack by LM. Preston

feeling of happiness filled her.
    â€œShamira. Fire! We’re being attacked again. Quick. They’re coming up from behind,” her dad yelled. He cleverly maneuvered back and forth out of the way of the lasers.
    â€œDang!” she said. She saw countless fire come their way. She could have kicked herself for dazing out. She quickly locked on the targets, fired, and counter-fired. Breathing hard, she noticed one got away and returned fire. Just as her dad tried to outmaneuver their fire, she managed to hit them.
    â€œGet him, Shamira! We will survive the hit!” her dad commanded.
How dare he get away!
She fired two missiles at them: one to counteract the missiles they fired, and one to hit them head on. The ship tried to outrun the missile, but Shamira used a smart missile for this creep. She had always thought the possibility of killing others would be a line she wouldn’t cross, but it was in this moment shediscovered that when it came to life or death, she would always choose to live, even if it meant her attacker had to die. She shrugged off the temporary moment of guilt. Their ship flew through the orange and blue fire and debris from the blast. Pieces of the ship flew in their path. Her father dodged them, and she let out the breath she’d been holding as they flew home.

Chapter 10
    Her dad wasted no time landing their space jet at the Security Force Space Pad. He didn’t speak, and she knew why, because she didn’t feel much like talking either. She wanted to get home now and find out what exactly happened so she knew where she needed to go next. She needed to get on the streets to find out what else her target knew to get more answers.
    They climbed in his company car and drove in silence. She couldn’t help the temptation to look around and take in the beauty of her home. Red, blue, and gold hues came from the packed sand,windblown and a bit wild in its comparison to her brief observation of planet Earth. Her father flew home.
    Her thoughts turned dark. The fury was building in her again, just as it always did when she spent too much time pondering things that made her angry. She remembered to push it down, down deep. She didn’t want to tip her parents off to where her thoughts were leading her. If they knew what she was capable of doing, they would definitely lock her inside. Now with real physical sight at her disposal, nothing could stop her from pursuing those creeps that tried to control her world. They wanted to infect the world that she loved and use kids as pawns to control the Security Force that was in power. Her father’s voice jerked her out of her thoughts.
    â€œShamira, we’re home,” he said with relief in his voice. There was heaviness there, and she felt it too. Sadness flowed within her, and a tear fell from her eye. Her eyes closed, and she pictured the David that she knew from her unseeing past.
    The car landed in the driveway. Her dad quickly hopped out of the car, not looking back at her. She took a moment to stare at the gold from the setting sun on the house. The front yard was scattered with rock decorations of various colors and hues. They’d a cottage-style house with angular sharp edges that made it appear like it was part of the land around it. There weren’t any other houses nearby, and she had to push her sight in either direction to see the neighboring homes.
    The heat generators were kicking up. She closed her eyes andlistened to their humming. Most people couldn’t hear them, and she guessed they just sort of automatically tuned them out, but she had always heard them and felt the slight tremor where she stood when they kicked up the heat. Being blind had made her sensitive to those things that other people took for granted. It seemed that her senses hadn’t lost their sensitivity.
It’s good to be home.
She inhaled the Mars air that she knew so well.
    Closing her eyes briefly, she pondered on how they had