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to uproot and leave. But she had to go. She couldn’t let the Trojan Moon fall into anyone’s hands.
    Relda saw a fast movement at the end of the alley. The two men where striding through the crowd, knocking people out of there way. As she watched, two more joined them.
    Bile rose in the throat. There were more than the two who’d attacked her. Anyone around her could be one of them. Time to go. She pushed away from the stall.
    She saw the roofs of the warehouses at the back of the market. They’d be empty of people. A good place to take on these men and avoid casualties.
    With her head down, she hurried. She would have to risk using her powers. Swallowing, she forced herself to stay relaxed. She could do this.
    Seconds later, she heard a shout. The aquatic had seen her. Relda ducked through the crowd and started sprinting.
    She spun around a corner, almost losing her balance.
    The men were gaining on her.
    She ducked around an anti-grav cart hovering above the ground, loaded with fresh produce. One of the warehouses loomed ahead. It would have to do.
    Thankfully, the door wasn’t locked. She ran inside, pausing to let her eyes adjust to the gloom. It was a big, open space with grimy walls and dust motes floating in the air.
    Suddenly, hands clamped around her biceps and she was yanked sideways into the shadows. With a curse, Relda fought her attacker. She opened her mouth to scream but a hand clamped over her face.
    She kept struggling.
    Then she was spun around and she looked up into the rugged face of Hunt Calder.
    ***
    Hunt loosened his grip over Relda’s mouth. Her hair spilled around her shoulders in tangled disarray. The swelling redness on her cheek made his jaw clench.
    “Are you okay?” His voice was harsher than he intended.
    She nodded. “They’re hunting me. They shot Deputy Westin. We need to get out of here.”
    Hunt pulled in a deep breath and concentrated on filtering the rush of sounds and scents through his senses. Outside the warehouse, he could hear the crowd in the market place—chatter, laughter, footsteps. Smelled the inundation of scents—frying meat, sweat, spices. It was hard to separate out anything with so many people nearby, but he heard the increased heartbeats of a group approaching. He also smelled something that reminded him of the ocean. “I can smell an aquatic.”
    Her eyes widened. “Yes.”
    Hunt lifted his Sync off his belt and quickly called his deputies. “I’ve got a group of hostiles in the market. I need you to converge on my current location. And remember, I want them alive for interrogation. And check on Westin!”
    Relda was running her hands up and down her arms.
    Hunt pressed a hand to her shoulder. “It’s okay. I won’t let them take you.
    She didn’t look at him. “Thank you.”
    “Something tells me you were holding your own.” She glanced at him now and again the swelling made his anger rise. “You need to get to a medbooth.”
    She fingered her cheek. “I’m fine.”
    A door banged open. Male voices filtered into the building.
    “Come on.” Hunt grabbed her hand and headed in the opposite direction.
    “There she is!”
    “Don’t let her get away!”
    Shit. Hunt tugged Relda around a stack of boxes and found a back door. There was a gleaming bio-lock on it.
    He didn’t have time to use his Marshal override to unlock it. Instead, he prayed his increased strength would be enough. He aimed his shoulder at the door and hit it at a run.
    The lock broke, the door flung open, and they burst out into a quiet alley. There were no crowds to hide in here.
    “There.” He pointed to a ladder leaning against the wall of one of the two-story buildings. He shoved Relda ahead of him and she raced up the ladder without hesitation. He quickly followed her up.
    The men erupted into the alley, shouting.
    “Faster, Relda.”
    At the top, they raced along the rooftops. Hunt took a brief second to appreciate Relda’s mesmerizing grace. As they reached the end