A Day in the Life of Marine Captain Cross before the Zoastra Affair Part Thirty
Cross watched Grace Newman race to her husband and run into his waiting arms. Some men had all the luck.
He counted the men and set about loading the shuttle. But the alien woman had inched near the humans. He looked at her, unsure of what to say.
“Why are you still here?” Cross asked in a low voice.
“I’m your prisoner. Shall I take my seat on the shuttle?”
Was she joking? “You’re not going with us. Go home.”
“I have nothing there. I want to go with your group.”
“You’re not a prisoner.” Cross shook his head. He refused to trust this. “It’s not going to happen. Go along now.”
“I can cook. I heard your men talking about the lack of good food on your ship.”
“No.” Cross shook his head again. He’d push her physically off in a minute. “Go along now.”
Lieutenant Rosemarie Mortlock joined them. “What’s the problem, captain?”
“Nothing for you to be concerned about.” He motioned with his hands for her departure.
The alien woman added, “I want to go with you.”
Rosemarie looked at Cross. “That’s an unusual request for us. Don’t you want to stay with people who are like you?”
“No. Your world does not possess a king or classes, saying that I must work in the kitchen. Going with you means that I can decide my own fate.”
This wasn’t procedure. “Sweetheart, we’re the military,” Cross said. “We follow the general.”
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