Free Jupiter Fleet 1: Werewolves Don't Purr by JS Rowan Page B

following him eagerly, hoping to get their chance at advancement to leader-wolf.
    Suddenly Thor spotted trouble. The security Supe that had stopped him and the commandos when they first met was heading to intercept Constable Pawar and his wolf charges. Thor moved as quickly but casually as possible toward the constable. He wanted to be near the three werewolves when the Supe caught up to them.
    Constable Pawar didn’t see Thor coming toward him. His attention was focused on trying not to look directly at the Supe, while keeping track of the alien’s movements.
    The Supe broadcast a command: “HALT!”
    All the slaves and werewolves in the hallway froze involuntarily, except for the two green-collars. They had not heard the command because they had the thought-helmets on. They stumbled to a halt when they noticed that all the other traffic had stopped. They could not see the Supe behind them, but they dared not turn around and look. They knew better, from harsh experience.
    “Let me see your arrest telos for these two,” the Supe broadcast to Constable Pawar. All the slaves in the hallway started to depart quickly. The werewolves faded away as well. All of them had dread on their faces.
    Constable Pawar pulled the telepathic holograms (the so-called telos ) from a pouch that was attached to an equipment belt. Leona had made it up, using the authority of her “administration slave” identity. He handed the documents over to the Supe, keeping his eyes focused on his own hands.
    The Supe looked at the telos for a moment. “This is not right,” thought the alien security official.
    The Supe looked at Constable Pawar and invaded his brain. A powerful intrusive broadcast from the Supe beat down all resistance that the commando could have tried to make.
    “Tell me what is going on with these wolves.”
    The constable had no choice all the details that he knew were being transferred to the Supe. The security Supe grasped the magnitude of the plot and inhaled deeply. Thor, standing behind the group, realized that the Supe was a fraction of a second from alerting the whole ship to the plan.
    Thor struck the Supe from behind, killing him instantly. Constable Pawar stood there for a moment, stunned by the ferocity of the mental attack that the Supe had subjected him to. Thor mentally yelled at the constable to snap him out of his fog.
    “Move it! Get those two wolves into the room and don’t let anyone come out. Tell the commander what has happened.”
    “What are you going to do?” asked Constable Pawar.
    “I am going to get rid of this body and come to the room, too, if I can.”
    The COBRA commando wolf grabbed the two green-collar wolves and forcibly dragged them into the empathic testing room. Thor was slightly relieved that the two had not fought the constable or raised an alarm. Maybe they were as shocked by the Supe’s death as was the constable.

    Leona was out of the lab, walking down the hallway. She was clad in a green slave smock similar to what the system had made for the Canadians. Unlike them, she had given herself some stylish green-and-silver sandals, to show her skilled status as a trusted “admin” slave. She hoped that she hadn’t made a mistake with the shoes. She was accompanied by ten werewolves.
    In order not to attract attention to themselves, they did not walk as a group. Leona was walking with two werewolves. One werewolf was about thirty feet ahead, and another two were ten feet ahead on the other side of the hallway. A group of three wolves were twenty feet behind, with the remaining two walking by themselves farther back.
    “Where are we heading?” asked Axel Chin, one of the recently reclaimed “human” werewolves.
    “Our destination is on the other end of the ship, about six decks down,” said Leona. She pitched her voice low to minimize the chance of being overheard.
    “How long do you think it will take us?” asked Axel.
    “I think it’s about a thirty-minute walk. You guys