Chapter Three

They put a helmet on Keenan to block out sound and cover his eyes. He was then led to what he recognized as a small transport, and off they went somewhere else on the small planet. Although the planet was small, it had a heavy metal core that made a standard one gravity well.

With Poly's inserted contact and natural abilities, Keenan just relaxed to wait for the end of this trip. Within twenty or more minutes, standard time, they stopped, and he was led off the vehicle. He could tell by the cooler temperature that they were going down into a building.

At last, they stopped, and the helmet was removed. Looking around and hearing the sounds and getting the smells, Keenan nodded. This was not the library. Plain grey cement walls with solid doors and hard floors told a story of serious business. No one smiled in this place. One of the heavy doors was opened, and it was indicated that he should enter.

The man behind the desk didn't look up. He was dressed in black, but it was not the neat suit of the monks out where the visitors would see the smiling and welcoming residents. It was just a black shirt and pants.

"I have a pass for a ten-minute visit with a person of your choice. Please state name of the person you wish to see."

"Yes, I need to see teacher, ah," Keenan realized he hadn't looked at the papers to see the name of the female that was the first choice that he had taken to do a favor for the Preacher. Then he heard the proper voice of Poly in his ear.

"The name be Theadore Megan."

Clearing his throat, Keenan spoke. "Sorry. The person I need to visit is Theadore Megan."

The man looked at his desk that was glowing with a flat-screen, and then touched a couple of lit buttons. A chip popped out that he picked up and handed over to the standing man. "Down the hall and to your left."

It seemed he was on his own as he turned, and there were no escorts behind him. Taking the rude man's instructions, Keenan went down the hall, and after about one hundred feet, a door responded to the chip in his hand. A light above it began to blink, and there was a click that he thought was the lock. He reached out and pushed the door aside to look into the standard prison cell.

There, on a chain long enough to let her get to all the facilities, was the prisoner. But he had a moment of hesitation, thinking there must be a mistake. This couldn't be a staid old teacher who had stolen a book. "Theadore Megan?" Keenan had to ask the question.

The female in the chains ignored him as she sat on the edge of the bunk. She had her long legs crossed, and still, he could see something that did not say teacher unless they were teaching sex at the school where Sih Bolder had been attending. This young woman was what any male would call a bombshell.

She was dressed in a figure-hugging black outfit that was tight from her feet up to her full breasts and then was sleeveless with a few straps to hold everything in place—a small waist with just the right size breast that was not too obvious. The ass was perfect, as he inspected what he could see when she stood to the clank of her heavy necklace. That was when he saw the toned thighs and calves, and it was difficult to pull his eyes away to look up to the face.

This face did not belong in prison. Smooth skin, pert nose, and full lips were all complemented by long blond hair that hung down in back to the edge of the curve of that ass. What the hell did this female teach in that far away academy?

"Are you Theadore Megan?" Keenan asked again, thinking maybe he was in the wrong cell.

"Who the hell are you?" Standing with a part of the chain in her hand, she looked like she was going to attack, even chained and in prison.

Okay, this one was a spitfire. "I'm here to help Theadore Megan escape. But if you're not Mistress Megan, I'm in the wrong place." Keenan raised an eyebrow and waited for a second.

"Well, asshole, this hidden prison is hard to get out of—so where is your army?" The woman wiggled the chain to make noise.

He would have to examine later for reasons that he was beginning to like this sexy lady in the unusual black outfit. "How about I take care of the chain first?"

Stepping forward, he took the chain from her hands as that seemed to be a nice length of the entire long span. The woman frowned but refused to be afraid and didn't step back from him. Keenan knelt and placed his other hand on the floor and drew strength from the mother earth to let it flow. His hand holding the chain heated up, and in seconds the chain parted.

Now she took a step back as the chains made the noises, one hitting her stomach and the rest falling to the floor.

"Great trick, can you make us float up out of the roof?" She made the comment with a smirk.

"Can you keep up with me as I make our way out of here?" Keenan answered with just as must snide tone in his voice. At this time, he got a message from Poly in his ear.

"Captain, your position located. We above you."

"Confirmed, Poly," Keenan answered out loud.

"What the hell? Who is Poly?" Mistress's voice was loud as Keenan turned and stepped out into the hall.

"Our ride is here. Don't slow me down." With those words, Keenan started down the hallway and, without hesitation, slugged the first guy that stuck his head out of one of the doors as it opened. This man fell sideways and had a long shock stick in his hands. Still moving, Keenan grabbed the rod and used it as a club on the next head that came out of an open door. That man was the one who had given Keenan the chip to find the right prisoner.

Trying to keep his movements steady, but not too fast, so that the female could keep up with him, he turned a corner and faced two more of what he called guards. These men, all in black, had been warned by the flicking red lights and were coming with their shock sticks raised. Keenan went low to avoid the first one's swing and took the man out with an upper swing into the man's gut.

This caused the man to fall backward into the second one who was too close behind him. As Keenan came up onto his feet, he swung his stick at the second man, who had lost his stance. But the girl was flying past Keenan, ducked under the second guard, and was off down the hall. Damn, the woman's long legs were fast.

Taking a long stride of his own, he was over the first body and brought his stick down on the second one, who was distracted by the lady. This let Keenan put on speed and catch up with the gorgeous lady in the tight black costume. Not slowing down, as he passed her, he had discovered that she could make those toned legs cover a lot of ground. He made one more turn in the opposite direction and came to what he was looking for, stairs.

"Up." He grunted the word to the lady and hoped she would follow. After all, she was a teacher, so she would be smart. They needed to get up to the surface of this area to where the Adamant was waiting.

It was turning into a race up the stairs, as the teacher was ahead of him, and even with him skipping steps, he could hardly keep on her heels. Damn, this female was in shape in more ways than just the way she filled out that black ensemble. Keenan worked to draw some strength from the earth mother, eased his breathing, and knew that they would soon be at the top and in an area that meant more running.

They were in worse trouble, as sirens were sounding loud and lights, both red and some large bright white, were shining everywhere. This showed a large amount of the black-clad guards with the shock sticks coming out from distant buildings. Some were getting onto open carts to move out in different directions. Keenan decided that was a good sign, as he and the woman had not been identified yet.

Stopping for a moment, the woman ran past but turned and returned near him. "Problem," she inquired?

Raising a hand with one finger up, he contacted his ship. "Poly, where are you?"

"Problem. Cover up on prison. Run north." Poly was speaking into his ear, and Theadore could only hear him talking.

"Poly, we don't have a compass. Which way is north?" Keenan looked at the woman, who had a pretty frown on her pouty lips. Fuck she was a beauty.

Poly's stilted voice came through again. "Lookup. I light sky."

Standing up straight with his hands on his hips and his head tilted back, Keenan began to turn slowly.

"What the hell are you doing? We need to get out of this damn place."

While looking for a flashing light in the sky, Keenan had a quick thought that this teacher was just his kind of woman when it came to her mouth. Then he saw the flash off to the side, but with relief as it wasn't very far away.

"There." He pointed at the flashing light in the sky above all the bright prison lights. "We need to get over there. Think you can handle the run?"

"Race you, brawny brain." She was yelling over her shoulder as she took off, running before she finished her words. Shaking his head, he took a big breath and let his legs carry him across the flat area that soon turned into rough land.

He figured out that the flat area was the paved cement around the prison, and they soon ran off into fields. The zones were not used but kept low of growth and kept free of high material to give the cameras a view of anyone going in that direction. Keenan figured that the two of them would soon be spotted on this field by the guards from whatever was used to observe these areas.

So far, the people on this planet had not used weapons other than shock sticks. But if they did, they would be in serious trouble out in the open on this damn rough field.

"Poly, can you track us? How far until you can pick us up?" Looking over his shoulder, he saw a greater threat. There were floating vehicles leaving a building and starting after them. Those floaters could reach them before they could reach the ship.

"I see problem. Carts coming. I come."

"Are you talking to your ship?" The woman's words were now showing that she was breathing heavy.

"Yes. Help is coming from it. Don't be surprised." Keenan had an idea of what was going to happen next, but he wasn't sure how it would work. He still kept the woman and his own feet moving, thinking every inch would improve their chances.

Letting the female stay ahead of him for protection, he did know that if everything went belly up, he could shift, and the beast could take out the attackers. She would be able to escape, and the ship would pick her up. That was last resort as he watched over her shoulder at the far flashing light of the Adamant.

But finally, with the strength of his unusual eyes, he saw another tiny light coming towards them. It was a small pink glow. He would recognize that tiny spot anywhere but was still thankful to spot it outside his ship.