Calvo laughs at her.

Calvo looked down at Twelve, still desperately twisting and straining her wrists against the makeshift bonds. Her face was flushed from her struggling and her delicate features were set in a furious,determined scowl. Calvo threw back his head and chuckled out loud, causing the angry guardswoman to pause her struggles and stare at him in surprise.

"Release you and surrender or I'll be in trouble?" Calvo laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "You've certainly got gall sweetcheeks. But now it's time for us to get moving so on your feet."

"If you think I'm going anywhere willingly then you're insane." Twelve spat back. "By now there'll be search craft launching and you havn't got a chance."

Calvo shook his head again. "The first target those raiders will have taken out would be the vehicle sheds, and the guards in the camp will have their hands full containing the prisoners with the forcefields down. Out here it's just you, me and your big titted blonde friend for now and I aim to put as many miles as possible between us and that camp before nightfall."

Twelve's eyes narrowed and she set her jaw obstinately, stretching out to lay flat on the rocks. Calvo gazed down, noting the way the damp fabric clung to her petite form. Her small ass looked like firm ripe fruit through the transparently soaked cloth. He swiftly pressed the painstick into the clearly outlined cleft between Twelves toned asscheeks and triggered the stick at a low setting. The startled woman let out a high pitched shriek and her body convulsed with her feet scrabbling on the rock as she lurched hurriedly to her feet.

Calvo grinned and pointed out the route with the painstick. "Much better sweetcheeks. Now move, or you'll get another taste of your little toy."

The guard still looked defiant, but a glance at the painstick in Calvo's hand convinced her to obey. Sullenly she began to walk in the direction Calvo had indicated.

High above and out of range for her stunner, guard eighteen brushed her tousled blonde hair from her eyes and looked down on the two figures beside the pool. She cursed softly, she hadn't been carrying a communicator at the time of the attack and had no way to inform command of the direction the fugitive and his hostage was heading. She had to keep following alone or he could easily lose himself in Tau Ceti two's heavily wooded hills. Quickly she used loose stones to make a crude arrow pointing in the direction that Calvo was heading and then began to pick her way gingerly down the steep slope.