Vox stood frozen in frustration. The damn trader had released some type of fragrance bomb into the ventilation system. The entire ship smelled of oil and sweat. The two smells covered any scent he would have had of Riley. On top of that, the slimy bastard had rubbed the same stuff all over his clothing.
He turned when the lead of Team Three came up. The warrior shook his head. “Nothing, sir.”
He turned back to the trader who was shifting back and forth on his feet between two warriors who were positioned on either side of him. He took a menacing step toward the sweating male. His face darkened as Team Two reported they had found nothing in the lower cabin areas.
“Where is she?” Vox snarled, letting his right hand shift until his sharp claws were extended. “I won’t ask you again.”
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