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Her heart stopped. She might have replied eventually, but a voice emerged from the speaker.

“Hey, Scorpio, I know you said we’re using drones, but should I bring my rocket launcher too?” asked a male.

He sighed. “Guess our ten minutes is up.”

She kissed him lightly. “When your mission is done, we’ll try for twenty.”

“How about hours?”

“I doubt it will take that long for me to climax.” She chuckled.

His lips curved, and he purred, “Why have one O when you could have multiples?”

“That’s a myth.”

“I can’t wait to show you scientific proof, Doc.” He kissed her hard and hugged her even tighter before groaning, “Fuck, I better get going, or I’ll never leave this bed.”

A part of her almost asked him to stay. He was going off into danger and might never come back.

She had to remind herself he was a warrior. The same way she didn’t want to change for someone, he shouldn’t have to give up who he was either.

Holding in her anxiety, she watched him gear up and kissed him extra fiercely before whispering, “Don’t die.”

His reply? “That’s the plan. Keep the sheets warm for my return.”

Then he was gone.

Gone, leaving Rebecca stuck waiting.

To distract, she went to the library, but she hadn’t even started browsing the shelves when Sage entered.

“Hey, Sage. You okay? You’re looking pale.”

The other woman’s expression held a haunted look that went well with her chilling statement. “You shouldn’t be here. Without you, Scorpio will fail.”

CHAPTER 15

The crew exitedvia the East Coast portal, and thirty minutes later, Scorpio, along with Cancer, Leo, and Aries, stood in a farmer’s field with their equipment—which did include the rocket launcher. Aquarius had stayed behind to provide technical support via a laptop that hadn’t gotten wiped. It wouldn’t give him the full capabilities he had with his full system, but he could at least track the plane so they could position the drones properly when the time came.

The air held a chill to it, not that Scorpio minded. It felt balmy after his stint in the Antarctic but not as hot as the moment he’d shared with Rebecca. He’d not been lying when he claimed he could spend hours pleasing her. As a man with much—much—experience, he had no trouble admitting there’d been something different about sex with the doc. He’d reached a level of satisfaction he’d never imagined. More than just release, he’d felt a connection with her, and now that they’d parted, he couldn’t stop thinking of her and what he’d do when he got back. And not just naked-times stuff. He wanted to get to know her. Listen to her talk. Play video games with her. Teach her about the Zodiacs, maybe take her on a tropical vacation that would include some exploring.

Cancer grumbled. “Fucking clouds. They better not mess up the signal for the drone.” He fiddled with his remote as the device lifted into the air.

The second one was being controlled by Aries, who stared at the sky as if he could see the blocked stars.

Leo knelt on the ground, rocket launcher in hand. There’d been some arguing on whether they should use it, with Aries stating, “We could accidentally destroy the artifact on board,” to which Leo replied, “Then at least they won’t have it.”

It didn’t help that when Sage was asked before departure if she could clarify its use or not, she burst into tears. According to Aries, she’d been having trouble with her visions.

No problem. They’d winged missions before.

Scorpio had neither a drone nor a rocket launcher, seeing as how he sucked at guiding the one, and as for the latter, Leo had better aim. Scorpio did, however, hold a rifle because, once the plane landed, more than likely there’d be some mercs on board with the sole task of guarding the orb. They’d see how they liked having a gun pointed at them. Yes, he remained salty about the ignoble incident by the glacier.

His earpiece vibrated as Aquarius gave them an update. “Plane will be entering the target zone in ninety seconds. Up-to-date coordinates sent to your remotes.”

Cancer viewed the update and whistled. “I’ll be damned. Seems like the plane is doing us a favor and is coming in lower than expected.”

“They might have started their descent early,” opined Aries.




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