You Might Be Me

Tejeda ditched his personal guards when he took off with the shuttle. They weren’t his anyway. Shayla was piloting the craft as he took out a small device from his pocket. Smiling, he felt pleased with himself for stealing one of the holographic hubs. With the skilled individuals in his crew, he should be able to have a running system on the Space Spoon in no time. He even giggled, thinking of how much fun he would have.

The ship rose up into the air and flew away from the palace. The city lights blinked out, leaving only the stars.

“He’ll still come after me–after us,” Shayla said as the shuttle reached Beridian’s outer atmosphere.

“He won’t. I’ll make sure of it.” Tejeda put the device back into his pocket and turned to her. “Do you trust me?”

As she stared him in the eyes, she sighed forcefully. "I trust you, Tejeda, even though I have a hard time believing it myself because of your unusual nature. I trust you more than I've ever trusted anybody else."