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into the dirt, her mind plump with gigabytes and YouTube videos, dreaming of victory and of calling to her people.
    With one awakened eye, she watched the human. Briefcase in hand, he went to the outer air-locked door and departed for the grueling climb that led to the surface.
    Come. Come to me, my sisters and brothers, to Earth, for humans are plentiful and weak, and awaiting our glorious instruction.

Chapter 2
    The mission, such as it was, hadn’t begun well. Brask had taken him out through the tunnel connecting the ship and the house, then brought him here, to the jetty at the back. The lake was still. Pinpoint lights and chirping from the weed-clogged banks told of bugs exploring the night. Brask handed him what he remembered was called a fishing rod then Brask proceeded to fiddle with his own rod, put bait on a hook, and cast the line out across the dark water.
    Stom frowned and stared at the rod and the line dipping into the lake. Frivolous. And it reminded him of home, as did the light of the fireflies and the trees, the sway of their branches and the murmur as wind ruffled through the leaves.
    Difficult to believe that the Preyfinder’s massive ship was buried beneath these waters. He heaved out a sigh. Calmness had crept in, no matter how he resisted. This Earth was a world of peace. He bowed his head a little, watching from under his brow, remembering. The moonlight had found its way through leaves and left dapples on the skin of his forearms. The splashes of dark and light matched his Feya coloring – a camouflage pattern of black on paleness. In plain daylight he was as obvious as an Earth zebra on an open plain. Here, beneath trees, was where he belonged.
    “I forgot what it was like to sit beneath trees and think of nothing much.” He said the words so quietly that maybe only a mouse would hear him.
    “Better?” Brask asked.
    He turned and cocked his head.
    “You looked ready to crack into pieces back at the ship. I thought this might be good. You’re from Grearth? Correct?”
    He bit back a terse response. The Preyfinders were just soldiers, men, like him, obeying orders. “Yes. I thought we were to start this mission? Catch a girl, try to make her a pet?”
    Silence.
    “I’ve been rewarded for valor.” He put aside his fishing rod. “I don’t want this. Let’s make it fast so I can get off this planet and back doing my job. What’s the minimum I can get away with without upsetting anyone?”
    Brask chuckled. “You don’t want this?”
    “I watched my planet burn, break up. I lost my offspring and my bond mate…” He paused, couldn’t say her name even now, not without pain. “I don’t want another to take her place, not even a pet.”
    “I understand.” Brask began reeling in the line. “I know who you are. I respect you and what you’ve done. Still, you’re the only man who has ever wanted to refuse this, and if you did, you’d make someone higher up panic and pop an eyeball.”
    “I know. Feya and Igrakk diplomacy is a nightmare.”
    “The minimum would be this first stage. Studies showed you don’t have to have intercourse to transfer the first dose of the pet nano-chem. Kiss her. After that, I’ll fudge the figures.”
    “I’ll be done? No hunt?”
    “We’ll come out and pretend you tried for the second stage of the capture.” Brask turned to him. “I’m not making a hero of Grearth do anything he doesn’t want to, Stom.”
    “I might need your team of Preyfinders to cover for me. I’m going to kiss her even if I have a few witnesses.”
    “Sure.” He nodded then rose to his feet and held out his clenched fist. The moonlight reflecting off the lake water played on the blue of his cheek grooves and highlighted the spikes of his hair. “Just make sure it’s only a few. We can clean their memories with the look , but if you do it in front of too many, questions will be asked.”
    Stom hauled himself to his feet and knocked his fist against Brask’s. “I will