927 agreed. “Of course.” He flashed Tammy a smile. “I apologize. I will talk to all of them. You will be safe from harm. It would not hurt if Valiant spoke to them as well. He will intimidate them if I don’t.”
Breeze laughed. “He’s good at that. I’m Breeze. Thank you for the backup there.”
927 studied her carefully and smiled. “I’m 927. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
Breeze’s smile widened. “You are a charmer. You’re also new. Come look for me if you need any help settling in.”
“I will.”
The officer smiled. “Let’s go to medical, hero.”
Breeze gripped Tammy’s hand and led her out of the lobby to where a white van waited. One of the New Species officers sat behind the wheel to drive them. Breeze turned to Tammy the second they were inside and the door closed.
“You know that male? He’s gorgeous and did you see those dark eyes?” Breeze fanned her face. “I need to change my pants. I’m that wet. When he picks a name it should be something as sexy hot as he is.”
Tammy grinned. “You like him, I take it?”
“I think I’m definitely in lust. Do you think he is attracted to tall women?”
“He looked interested in you to me.”
“He did? I will make a point of finding him later after I get some sleep. I wish to be well rested when I seek him out.”
In minutes they reached the helicopter pad. The helicopter had just landed and was already being refueled. The side door opened when the van pulled up and women began to climb out. Tammy stayed with the van at Breeze’s side to welcome the new women. She hoped none of them would attack her. Tammy had never considered that anyone would hate her on sight or want to hurt her. 861 sure had.
“Wow,” Tammy whispered, spotting the flaming-red hair of the woman who climbed out of the helicopter first. “She’s the smallest New Species I’ve ever seen and what do you think she was mixed with to get that hair color? It looks as if someone set her hair on fire with something really bright. It’s gorgeous.”
Breeze laughed. “She’s one of yours. I would say she’s mixed with a hair dye. That can’t be natural.”
“Maybe the black pants and black shirt just makes her hair more striking.” Tammy shrugged.
Breeze smiled and shrugged too. “We could ask her.”
“No!” Tammy laughed. “Never ask a woman if her hair color is real or her age. Human women get all pissy about it.”
“Really?” Breeze let it sink in. “I’ll try to remember that.”
The redhead approached. She nodded and stopped by Breeze. She lowered her gaze and her head. She waited a few seconds before glancing up.
“I am Jessie Dupree. I wanted to personally escort your females here. I’m the human representative for the United States Government, a part of your human task force that handles search and retrievals of your lost females. I ask your permission to escort them to their new homes and stay to help with their integration into your society. They trust me.” Her gaze flickered to Tammy and took her in at a sweeping glance. The woman frowned slightly. “I don’t know you. Who brought you in?”
Tammy blinked at her. “Valiant did.”
Breeze chuckled. “You think she’s New Species, do you not, Jessie Dupree? She is not a recovered Gift Species. She is a human mate to one of our males. Her name is Tammy Shasta.”
The redhead with bright blue eyes blinked and her eyes widened. “Oh. I apologize. I was under the impression that no humans lived on Reservation. Because of your size and your lack of facial markings I assumed you were one of the rare Gift females. Some have been recovered, and until you see their teeth or ears, you can’t really tell they aren’t fully human.”
“Valiant told me what was done to them. It is so horrible it makes me sick. But I’m human. Sorry for the confusion.”
The woman nodded. Her attention returned to Breeze. “May I have permission to help get them settled? I’d really appreciate it. I know they are not Gift females but I have the time and I am very experienced in helping your females handle the sudden change in lifestyle.”
Breeze glanced at Tammy, who shrugged. “She’s got experience.”
A grin split Breeze’s face. “Sure. They put me in charge of this task and to tell you the truth, I have no idea what I’m doing. We don’t handle this kind of thing. They are usually sent somewhere else but Justice wanted them brought here. We would appreciate the help.”
“Thank you.” Jessie smiled. She was a really pretty woman in her late twenties or early thirties. “I’d love to do everything I can.”