Page 2 of Stealing Mercury (Arena Dogs #1)

Chapter One

Samantha adjusted the pack on her shoulder as she waited in the shuttle for the hatch to open. The familiar hiss and pop as it gave way only wound her nerves tighter.

“Good luck, Sam!” The pilot’s voice over the intercom reminded her she’d chosen to leave relative safety behind in favor of a shortcut that was both risky and profitable. This one job would triple what she’d made in the last year.

Wishing the pilot a smooth journey, she hopped out and strode through the docking tunnel. The gate closed behind her, eliminating any possibility of retreat.

Sevti Allandson waited inside the hangar, looking very corporate in his slim-fitting, gray uniform.

The man beside him was a surprise. Samantha recognized Grande Owens, principal partner of The Roma Company.

The silver-haired man with a crooked nose and ruddy cheeks had been on every news feed she’d scanned since Sevti messaged her with the job offer.

Behind them, the hangar stretched out, cavernous and nearly empty.

The Dove , a stellar class courier ship, stood at the far end, cargo doors open for loading.

Sevti clasped her hand in two of his. “Good to see you again.”

She forced a smile that would have come naturally if anxiety wasn’t eating a hole in her gut. “Been too long, Port Chief.”

He nodded and released her. “Back at Midway Station, right? I remember you were always fending off that skinny letch. What was his name?”

Samantha had never been any good at deception. She wanted to beg him not to drag out the chatter that had to be for Owens’ benefit. “That was Knock. Dad hired him in the end. Turned out to be a good communications man.” And a total failure as a friend.

Sevti must have heard her silent pleading to hurry things along, or maybe he’d seen her nerves fraying.

Whichever, she was grateful when he got back to business.

He introduced her to Mr. Owens with no sign of duplicity or guilt in his easy smile.

Only eight hours earlier, he’d calmly explained how he needed her to help him steal from the man.

No, he didn’t actually want her help with the deed. He just wanted her to let the stealing happen. To let the cargo go without a fight when Sevti’s friends boarded the ship she was being hired to pilot.

Simple.

No one would expect a pilot flying alone to fend off a band of determined thieves. Sevti would see to it she got paid for her trouble and she’d finally have enough to put down a deposit on her own ship. What could go wrong? Her stomach tightened again. Apparently, it wasn’t convinced.

Owens studied her as if he could read her guilty conscience in her face. “Allandson speaks highly of you, Ms. Devlin. He’s explained the job?”

She nodded. “Said you had a problem with your flight crew and needed a last-minute replacement.”

“Every flight officer in my employ is in medical with the Diztigo virus, and this shipment can’t wait. Lucky for us, you were traveling on the Reliable Liner .”

“Luckier for me, sir, but I hope your crews will be all right.” She couldn’t stop the flick of her gaze to Sevti.

Her father’s old friend was taking a huge risk, and she didn’t understand why.

He couldn’t need the funds. Roma Port was a dream post. Roma might only be a stage one terraformed rock, but The Roma Company owned it outright.

They’d built the city, with its cluster of habitation domes, to be a playground for the wealthy.

The port sprawled along the edge of the primary dome like a happy parasite, swollen with the bounty offered up by its host.

“The flight crews will recover,” said Owens. “But we’d like you to get underway as soon as possible. We don’t want you to...” He grimaced. “To catch what’s going around.”

The hesitation in his voice told her clearly that he knew someone had intentionally infected his crews with the debilitating virus and he wasn’t going to tell her.

Wasn’t going to tell her he suspected someone was out to stop this shipment.

He might be putting her life in jeopardy, and he wasn’t even going to warn her. It eased her conscious just a little.

“I have one question before we finalize your contract.” Owens pressed his lips together as he looked her up and down in her plain brown trousers and pullover top.

She’d have liked to dress up for the meeting, but she hadn’t needed dress clothes since she signed on to the Reliable as a tool slinger.

She’d at least gotten the engine grease out from under her fingernails.

“We verified your credentials,” he said.

“Why were you working as a mechanic when you have your pilot’s certification? ”

Her face heated as she met his gaze levelly.

“Most corporate lines prefer to hire pilots with academy training.” He had to know she’d been an indie pilot with no corporate backing, no academy connections.

He couldn’t know the rest. Her father had bullied the best hacker in the business to forge her birth records.

“I got my training on the job. Mostly, I piloted my father’s freighter until last year. ”

“You left his ship for a job with Reliable?”

“My father is dead.” No need to mention the rest of his crew had left her behind, stranded her on a backwater planet.

“Ah.” He punctuated the singular sound with a quick lift and dip of his chin.

She could feel more questions coming, but she couldn’t let him get to the questions she couldn’t answer. “I took the same tests as the academy grads and I have more flight hours than any academy pilot my age.”

“Samantha’s logged hours on dozens of ships, Mr. Owens.” Sevti patted the man’s shoulder, smile gone impossibly wide. “I can assure you I’ve seen her pilot ships similar to your stellar-class courier.”

It had been part of upgrading her license to avoid paying local port pilots to maneuver their ship in and out of the Class Two ports. She’d logged the hours through her father’s connections... and not one of them had lifted a finger to help her after his death. Not until Sevti.

Samantha held Owens’ gaze. “Your ship will be safe with me.” She carefully avoided any mention of the cargo. That , she would not be keeping safe. But her assurance seemed to satisfy Grande Owens.

He threw his chin and chest out like a bird strutting to impress. “Roma isn’t corporate. We’re a privately held company and most of us started out without the proverbial silver spoon, so your background is no concern here. I’ll leave Mr. Allandson to show you to the ship. I—”

At first, Samantha’s mind couldn’t process the sound that drowned out his voice. Her brain told her it had to be an animal howling, but as the sound swelled into something haunting and mournful, she knew it wasn’t an animal at all.

Her confusion must’ve shown on her face because Grande Owens laughed. “That’s our Dogs.”

“Dogs?” Her voice came out weak and horrified, because she knew, knew in her bones, they weren’t talking about the kind of dogs that ran around on four legs.

Another howl echoed in the hollow space of the hangar.

At the far end, a loading crew in red Roma jumpsuits maneuvered three large cages across the dull gray floor plating and into position alongside the courier ship.

The hangar lighting glinted off the crude metal prisons that looked more like low-tech jail cells than animal containment crates.

Arena Dogs.

That’s what the news vids had called them. But her scan of the news feeds hadn’t prepared her. They hadn’t included vid of the gladiators known as the fighting Dogs of the RomaRex Arena.

She couldn’t see them well from across the hangar, but she could clearly see they were men. Men locked in cages and shipped as freight.

A new ache started in her chest. They were men, and they were her cargo. Living, breathing, cargo. Bronze chests left bare, dark hair past their shoulders, heads thrown back, the thick columns of their throats working to make those haunting howls.

“They’re out of sorts today. Their handler says they’re melancholy about being separated from their mate, but I’m not convinced.” Owens spoke from near her shoulder. He’d shifted to stand at her side, looking over the hangar like a feudal lord surveying his land.

“Their mate?”

He chuckled again, a sound she was coming to despise. “They have this odd practice of sharing their females. They have quite a complex social structure. We weren’t expecting it from this mix of DNA, but...”

Samantha didn’t follow any of what came after sharing their females .

That thought stopped her overwhelmed brain.

Her head wanted her to be appalled, and she was appalled that he talked about them as if they were nothing more than animals, or a science experiment, but her reaction to what he was saying could be more aptly described as.

.. fascination. Fascination and guilt. While she stood there captivated by the raw emotion in their howls, they were imprisoned and suffering.

Her stomach churned, and she knew she was in over her head. She wanted to ask why Roma was calling the men Dogs. Why they’d put them in cages. Why the men with her weren’t freaked out by the howling that was scraping her insides raw.

By the time her brain re-engaged, Owens had gone and Sevti was leading her toward the cages.

The weight of his hand on the center of her back urged her forward. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to prepare you more. Even scrambled messages are risky.”

“ Messages are risky,” she hissed. “What part of this isn’t risky?” She knew her outrage at the whole situation was bleeding into her voice and they needed to keep quiet, but she’d heard the change in his tone. His earlier calm had been icing over a sticky, stressed center.

“They’re slaves, Samantha. We’re helping them get to freedom.”