The Sapphire House
Part Two - Aboard The Bedouin
By: Marileta Hunsford
2745, The Bedouin (class: Argent-5 starship), Somewhere in the Opala region
Taking the two steps her room permitted, Katherine then pivoted and walked the two paces back toward the door. In the three hours since Caleb had put her in the room, she had taken those same four steps nearly twelve hundred times. Her wavy blonde hair was a tangled mess now as she had run her hands through it over and over. The mesh hat lay abandoned on the bed, along with the pins that had recently held her hair in place.
Fear had left her after the first hour and settled into nervousness. Nerves had lasted another hour before dissolving into anger. That emotion had slowly sweltered until it seemed to burn a hole right through her chest. She paced now to keep from screaming.
Katherine stopped abruptly, struck by a thought. She hadn’t screamed once when she was kidnapped. Nothing above a normal speaking voice had yet to pass her lips this whole terrible night. The realization embarrassed her for some reason. Katherine could find no reason for her not to have screamed and yet, the notion to do so had not crossed her mind until just this moment.
Had she fought hard enough to get away? Had she missed the chance to summon aid? The street where they had first captured her was a business district so nobody had been about and the docks had seemed abandoned of other people. Would screaming have made any difference? Possibly.
“You are such an idiot, Katherine!” she rebuked herself. “You deserve to get kidnapped if you don’t even have the good sense to call for help when two men are racing towards you on a dark street in the middle of the night.” With a groan, she thought of what Jonathan would say when he next saw her. He was forever admonishing her to pay more attention and not be so scatterbrained. She misplaced her key cards weekly, forgot to clean her apartment, jotted down important notes on napkins and then threw them away. All she seemed capable of doing correctly was working on the Grid. Now, her lack of sense had gotten her kidnapped.
Wincing at the squeaks, Katherine sat on the cot. Her anger seemed dissipated now, but frustration still gnawed. “If they want something from me,” she muttered, “Why don’t they get on with it.”
She jumped when the lock clicked. That was spooky , she thought. Katherine stood and pressed her back to the far wall. The door swung inward and there was Caleb, looking bored and hassled. “Captain wants to see ya now,” he said and waved her forward. His black eye had deepened in color, but the swelling had lessened.
“What time is it,” she asked. It had been around three when they had taken her so she estimated it was six a.m. now.
Caleb looked at the black rubber watch around his wrist. “Five till seven,” he answered.
“I need to use the facilities,” Katherine said primly and folded her hands together. Caleb looked at her as though she had grown another head.
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