I shook my head and cracked my neck.
"Proximity detectors indicate a ship to our starboard." The voice of Sylvia, the computer, snaps me back to reality. I look at the mirror and see my face once again, the way everyone else must see me. I look frightened and sweaty.
"Disgusting..." I mutter and turn to head out the door to the cockpit. "What have we got Sylvia?"
"Alliance vessel closing in. Destroyer class."
"Are they on an intercept course?" I raised a brow and looked at the visual. No one I had pissed off recently...
"Yes."
"Open hailing frequencies." I sigh and rub my temples, trying to rack my brain as to why the fucking intergalactic military vessel would want anything to do with me.
"This is Captain Gustav Scarbaid of the U.S.S. Intrepid." A voice rang through the small cockpit and I started laughing. Son of a bitch.I shook my head and waved at the camera.
"Ahhh Gussy. What the hell. Sure. First human contact in months and it has to be your ugly mug. What can I do for you?" I flourished and bowed, mocking his position and title. I hated the man but he did bring me enough suicide missions that I should have been dead 17 times over... at least. His face contorted into a sneer and I heard a chuckle in the background. My grin widened as I stood back up and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Adorable as always." He managed through gritted teeth.
"Just for you, baby." I winked. "Now really... What do I owe the honor of this little visit."
"The alliance could use your services." His voice was slowly retuning to normal as he straightened up in his seat. I frowned.
"Never just a 'I was concerned about you...' or anything like that."
"Quite frankly George, if I never had to see your blasted face again I'd be quite pleased."
"Awww you wound me Gussy."
"Just shut up. I'm transporting you over here. We'll discuss this in my office." The video feed cut out and i rolled my eyes. The guy used to be able to take a few pokes better than this. Asshole must have tightened up over the years. that or the stick the Alliance has shoved up there got bigger.
"Hold my calls, Sylvia" I said and stepped onto the telepad. I closed my eyes and I was on the bridge of a much nicer ship, four guns pointed at my chest. "Do you greet all of your guests so warmly? No wonder this place is the talk of the galaxy." I mused and Gustav frowned, motioning to a guard. They all stood down as I handed over my blaster. He gestured to the office off the bridge. I followed and took a seat across from him.
"Something to drink George?"
"No thanks. Foreplay was never my thing. What's going on?" I was antsy suddenly being shoved aboard a ship full of people. I could feel some sort of dark claws pulling at my brain, looking at Gustav as prey. Snap the neck, cut his tongue out, kill him quick and take over the ship... but what about the others... I shook my head and blink my eyes a couple times. Gustav looks at me incredulously and sits down, watching me closely. 'You want to see something, bitch boy?...'
"You're the only agent we've got left capable of puling off a quick assassination."
"No."
"I know your feelings on killings..."
"Then you shouldn't have brought me aboard." I stood, cracking my neck. "I told you I retired."
"Ah yes, the noble assassin gone to pasture."
"Watch your tone." I growled and turned away from him. If I looked at him any longer I was likely to kill him.
"Look. Do this and you won't have to work for quite a long time. We'll offer you a place on the ship, get you to your location and offer you counseling afterward. As it stands we have one of the best medical teams in the Alliance."
"No go. I've been through Alliance 'counseling'. I'm better off getting a good whore and talking to her." I snarled. I turned around and Gustav seemed to back down a little. 'That's right back down. Do it or I'll rip out your heart and show it to you...' "son of a bitch..." I growled. I couldn't help these damned thoughts...
"You don't really have an option George."
"How do you figure?"
"After your last outburst, you owe us. If you remember correctly, we saved you from yourself out of your last mission. Hell the Alliance shouldn't be paying you for this one at all. Never mind being offered every comfort given to officers." I pursed my lips together and looked to the floor. All I could hear was the blood in my ears, the rush of it through my veins and the steady thumping of my heart. I closed my eyes and took a couple deep breaths.
"Fine. Keep your men away from me." I said shaking my head. "But I want my blaster back."
[...to be continued]
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