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the human women died. But she was hardheaded, that half-human mother of his. His father would have a look of sadness on his face when he related this to him, sadness until his Asazi stoicism returned. Then it was replaced with nothingness. As if the sorrow vanished. Or never existed.
    Finn’s walk to the pod that would take the team from the carrier to Earth was like a prisoner’s walk to the gallows. Each step was heavy. Why did it feel like he was walking to his own execution? Not that he had any experience with executions or being a prisoner or a lawbreaker. No, not him. Not top-of-his-class Finn. He snorted in disgust, maybe even despair. And now he was here, the seducer of women. Snap out of it. Not that easy. He slipped into his pod and strapped himself in. One of twenty. All of them lined up, ten on each side of the cabin. All converted to human males. And all soldiers. This gave Finn pause, but he didn’t dwell on it for long.
    He ran his hand over his human chest under the T-shirt. The sensation was oddly pleasing.
    “Prepare to hibernate.” The pilot’s voice came through Finn’s headset, warning them that sedative gases would be released in the individual capsules of those being transported for insertion. “You’ll be unconscious until we are ready to insert you into Earth population.”
    Finn wanted to ask if he could put himself back in his native body for the trip because of the energy it took to remain human. He knew better than to ask. He’d already been advised not to by Kal.
    And he knew Kal was sitting next to the copilot, he was going with them. He would hear Finn’s request, and Finn would hear about it later. And not in a good way.

     

Chapter 5
     
    Marissa
     
    Marissa pushed her chair further away from the damned bank officer’s desk, and hoped her heel scuffed the dark mahogany wood. That it would leave a mark, but she didn’t want to look. It so didn’t matter right now, not after what he just told her. She fought to control her anger, but fury won out. “What do you mean, do I have someone to cosign? I’ve been in business for nine years. Why should I need a cosigner? My father had this restaurant for thirty years before he died—”
    “Miss Sanchez, times have changed. Have you looked at the numbers in the last few years—”
    What she wanted to say was why don’t you fuck off . But since he had no qualms about interrupting her, what she interrupted him to say was, “When two of the largest companies in the area relocate to different states, sales go down.” This was her fifth visit. Unproductive. Fifth visit to this cold, impersonal, sterile environment. Why did she ever used to think that it was welcoming here? Things had changed. Funny how when you need your bank, they crap on you, but when they want your business they’re all sugary-sweet.
    “Do you have family that can cosign?” The bank’s loan officer was back on that.
    “No.” Not really, anyway.
    “Then—”
    “Look, they’re taking away a big part of my restaurant. Crooked developers.” Yeah, she was pissed. All kinds of pissed. They were threatening her livelihood. The only thing she had left of her father’s dream. No dammit, she wasn’t going to make it easy for them.
    “This is progress, Miss Sanchez. It’s all in the name of progress.”
    “I can’t afford progress.”
    “Surely you could get a job as a restaurant manager for one of the chains? One of the local restaurants that aren’t floundering?”
    He didn’t get it. At all. This restaurant. Her dad. She fought the tears of anger and helplessness. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Times like this she wished she was the irrational violent type. She’d love to take a Molotov cocktail to the developers’ homes. She didn’t even know who these faceless rich entities were.
    ”Never mind.” She catapulted out of the chair. She had a restaurant to run and food to prep. And options to come up