Chapter 38

Aaron found Bindy in the other treatment room.

As soon as she felt him enter the room, she headed for his arms. They hugged tightly and were just thankful to be alive.

Aaron asked Que over Bindy’s head, “How are the crew?”

“They will survive. I hit them all with Immo. They are breathing better and healing. They will take time to recover fully, but their bones are back where they belong, and the damaged organs are repairing to my satisfaction. They will be very sore and sorry for themselves when they wake. The explosions ready threw them around.”

“We have six more for you. The fat bloke is an Iranian Vezir, so make sure he survives, as he needs to tell us what is going on. The others have all been sexually abused, and they were chained during the explosions, so their wrists and ankles may need extra attention.”

Que nodded and went to see the new survivors.

Bindy tugged on Aaron’s arm and walked him over to one of the beds. “This bloke isn’t part of the crew. I even know who he is. Major Carmichael and Prince Rashid will be pleased when they find out we have him.”

Aaron looked down at the man. One side of his face was still swollen, and the pink streaks of healed skin looked odd on his darker complexion. It looked like he’d crushed his cheek, but Que had repaired the bone under the swelling. Time would heal the rest.

Aaron then said, “Damn! Mirza Pathan Merat. He is the Iranian Ambassador to UNSEC. What’s the bet that it is his dad, Vezir Fiaz Merat, is in the other room?”

“Big fat bloke with the same big nose and one eyebrow?” Bindy asked.

Aaron grinned at her.

“Damn, what a score. It’s a shame the bloody ship broke up. If they had any incriminating evidence, it’s now scattered all over the system,” Bindy said vexedly.

“Not quite,” Chris said as he entered the room. “The ship pinpointed the location of the black box, and Beanie went for a walk to get it. Imagine his surprise when he found a safe in the same console.”

Chris wiggled his eyebrows and grinned. “Thanks to his magical abilities, he retrieved the safe as well. I have a feeling Dusty is going to be ecstatic once we scan in the documents that were in it and the files that we found on a data key and send them to her. You two may also wish to go over them.”

“By the way, the shipment of drugs on his ship was destroyed. I didn’t realise that shit was so flammable. We also have video evidence of the crew and them raping the women and the man that we now have from the ship.”

“Torture and rape are illegal under the UNSEC agreement, and it doesn’t matter whether they are done in Earth space, Terran space or here, now that the settlers have sent their claim of occupation to UNSEC.”

“So what excuse are we using for blowing up their ship?” Aaron asked. Not that he had any regrets; he was just making sure they were all on the same page.

“No transponder, drug runner and heading to a planet that had been known as a pirate haven. The locals claim may have reached Earth, but that ship wouldn’t have known about it. As far as I’m concerned, they were Pirates. I’m sure James and Dusty also have good reasons for sending us after them.”

“That is true. Dusty doesn’t ask us to do anything she can’t cover our arses for. So, what are we going to do with this lot?” Bindy asked, gesturing to the five bodies in the room.

Aaron replied, “This lot goes into the standard cells with the Vezir. The other five can go into the cell with the cube in it. Once we interview them, we can decide if we leave the cube open or closed and if any of the crew can be trusted and moved into the cube.”

“Shall we move them while they are still out?” Que asked as she came back into the room.

The others all looked at each other and silently agreed with nods. Que said that she would watch over the victims. They were going to need a bit of trauma treatment and reassurance that they were now safe. She would also prepare them some food.

They started shifting the prisoners to the cells.

Vezir Fiaz woke feeling very well, all things considered.

He frowned as he realised that he was on a hard bed in a sterile white room. At first, he thought he was in a hospital bed. That would make sense to him, considering what had happened to him. He had never been so frightened or in so much pain before.

Fiaz remembered the explosions. The first wasn’t so bad. He had been balls deep in the little honey when he was jerked forward so hard that he smacked his head into the bridge of her nose, and his cock felt jammed into her so deep that the impact with her hips bruised him.

The next explosion had rocked the ship in the other direction, and he felt himself sliding out of her and towards the end of the bed as well as into the air. It was only because he had his arms under hers and was gripping her shoulders that he didn’t slide off completely.

Then the ship had jerked down, and it felt as if the gravity had reversed, and he was reefed upwards. The next set of explosions shook him like a rag doll, and he had lost his grip on the sweaty girl’s limp body. He felt himself slam into the ceiling, and something slashed his back.