As Talokta considered his next tactical moves, Kate was trying to create her own by filling in time reading some of Pete’s notes on the Locum, she had grabbed from his desk. It was gloomy and depressing reading, regarding this indestructible enemy. She thought the Trimadians would be a walk in the park compared to the Locum. She glanced at a scribble at the bottom of the last page Pete had jotted down:
No one knows how long a Locum lives for as no one has lived long enough to know.
Was that Pete’s attempt at gallows humor? She needed time alone to think.
There was always an achilles’ heel to one’s enemy, but you had to know enough about them in order to take a strong stance with positive results. So if humans were to withstand the Locum or the Trimadians, she had to know more about them.
“Keep your friends close but your enemies closer,” she said out loud. The sentence sounded ominous but brave in its simplicity. Yeah, she liked keeping things simple, she thought, as she scribbled that beside Pete’s humorless comment.
Right now, she had to concentrate on the Trimadians–her friend’s lives were at stake. How did the Trimadians survive? Through sheer numbers, and astonishing technology? Were the Trimadians and the Locum equal in might, possibly destroy each other?
Or were the Trimadians capable of more? Historically they had been around a damn long time so…
All she knew was if she did not return with favorable news for the Trimadian Commander, attack on Earth would be imminent. She had to convincingly stall for time, but how?
Denver Calham was too quiet for her liking. Why the hell she could only randomly read thoughts was damn frustrating. But she sensed he was hiding something from her; arrogant prick.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knocking at her door.