Anarchate Vigilante (Vigilante Series 4) by T. Jackson King Page B
Authors: T. Jackson King
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ho-mesk. His work duty involved interstellar money transfers. By people and groups lying outside the conglomerate banking system. Like my ship.”
Matt felt satisfied with Markel the rat’s answers. Since Markel’s data on Charlotte matched what Mata Hari had found in the NavCore, it was likely what the Spelidon rat said about his mom Kristen was also true.
“ Satisfactory,” Matt said, pulling his gauntlet back but telling Suit to activate his right laser pulse-cannon. “I had planned to open a small hole in your Bridge wall in order to watch you suffocate, your extremities bulge with fluid pressure and your two black eyes become blood shot until they burst in the vacuum that will shortly replace your ship air. But your memory answers have gained you a less painful death.”
Markel’s black whiskers quivered in wild physical movement that had no meaning. “How will I die?”
“This way.” Suit fired a green laser beam through the polymer Bridge wall to a point on the right side of the rat’s narrow neck. “Your neck will lose its attachment to your body. The loss of blood from your brain will bring an end to awareness in less than a second. Your brain will cease being aware of anything as the vacuum freezes solid your head.”
Suit’s laser matched his words with action, slicing across the black-furred neck of Captain Markel, then switching off. The decapitated head gushed out red blood from the skull’s internal pressure, the n the black eyes went dull. Its long tail fluttered away from its body as all muscle control was lost. Air rushed out as a spray of white moisture beads. Matt turned away from the slaver captain. His Thuringia audience did not need to see the rat’s internal refuse squirt out into the Bridge space. His record of the interrogation of the Spelidon rat, and Markel’s admission of being the raid leader, would be enough for the relatives of the 47 captives. It was enough for him. For now.
“Matthew, do we go first to Megil for your sister?” asked Mata Hari in his mind, her words and presence happening at slow human speed. “Or to planet Working at the star your species calls Antares?”
“Neither,” Matt said as Suit moved him back to his ship on his chest Repulsor block. “First our ships gather at the heliopause of this system so my friends can transfer to their own ships. Then the eight of us will head for an Anarchate admin center that lies on the way to Alkalurops and Antares. I wish to damage an official site of the Anarchate. And to transmit this slaver interview to Governor Metzenbaum of Thuringia. Along with our data on which of the 47 captives died and which survived to be sold as labor slaves. Their families need to know this.”
“Reasonable,” Mata Hari said as she pouched open the flexhull of Mata Hari and Matt landed inside his Bridge even as a tractor field kept ship air from escaping. “The star of this admin center? And then, which family member of yours do we seek out?”
Matt backed out of Suit, leaving its fiber optic cable behind, then stepped naked down into the Interlock Pit. Behind him Suit walked to the back wall and stood in place, beside the suits of Eliana, Suzanne and George. All three of whom were still in ocean-time ‘sleep’ as they completed the cleanup from the destruction of the slaver asteroid base and 22 starships and shuttles. Behind his neck the fiber optic cable of Pit slithered into junction with his neck socket. He looked to the right at the holo forms of Mata Hari the Spy and BattleMind the black-winged dragon.
“My friends, after the heliopause rendezvous, we will travel to the nebula Dumbbell M27, which lies on the way back toward Sol space. At star CC3214 inside the nebula there is an Anarchate admin center on the third planet of the F2V star. We will destroy the center,” Matt said even as his mind projected images of the nebula on the front holosphere. “Then we will head for planet Megil, to seek out my sister
Matt felt satisfied with Markel the rat’s answers. Since Markel’s data on Charlotte matched what Mata Hari had found in the NavCore, it was likely what the Spelidon rat said about his mom Kristen was also true.
“ Satisfactory,” Matt said, pulling his gauntlet back but telling Suit to activate his right laser pulse-cannon. “I had planned to open a small hole in your Bridge wall in order to watch you suffocate, your extremities bulge with fluid pressure and your two black eyes become blood shot until they burst in the vacuum that will shortly replace your ship air. But your memory answers have gained you a less painful death.”
Markel’s black whiskers quivered in wild physical movement that had no meaning. “How will I die?”
“This way.” Suit fired a green laser beam through the polymer Bridge wall to a point on the right side of the rat’s narrow neck. “Your neck will lose its attachment to your body. The loss of blood from your brain will bring an end to awareness in less than a second. Your brain will cease being aware of anything as the vacuum freezes solid your head.”
Suit’s laser matched his words with action, slicing across the black-furred neck of Captain Markel, then switching off. The decapitated head gushed out red blood from the skull’s internal pressure, the n the black eyes went dull. Its long tail fluttered away from its body as all muscle control was lost. Air rushed out as a spray of white moisture beads. Matt turned away from the slaver captain. His Thuringia audience did not need to see the rat’s internal refuse squirt out into the Bridge space. His record of the interrogation of the Spelidon rat, and Markel’s admission of being the raid leader, would be enough for the relatives of the 47 captives. It was enough for him. For now.
“Matthew, do we go first to Megil for your sister?” asked Mata Hari in his mind, her words and presence happening at slow human speed. “Or to planet Working at the star your species calls Antares?”
“Neither,” Matt said as Suit moved him back to his ship on his chest Repulsor block. “First our ships gather at the heliopause of this system so my friends can transfer to their own ships. Then the eight of us will head for an Anarchate admin center that lies on the way to Alkalurops and Antares. I wish to damage an official site of the Anarchate. And to transmit this slaver interview to Governor Metzenbaum of Thuringia. Along with our data on which of the 47 captives died and which survived to be sold as labor slaves. Their families need to know this.”
“Reasonable,” Mata Hari said as she pouched open the flexhull of Mata Hari and Matt landed inside his Bridge even as a tractor field kept ship air from escaping. “The star of this admin center? And then, which family member of yours do we seek out?”
Matt backed out of Suit, leaving its fiber optic cable behind, then stepped naked down into the Interlock Pit. Behind him Suit walked to the back wall and stood in place, beside the suits of Eliana, Suzanne and George. All three of whom were still in ocean-time ‘sleep’ as they completed the cleanup from the destruction of the slaver asteroid base and 22 starships and shuttles. Behind his neck the fiber optic cable of Pit slithered into junction with his neck socket. He looked to the right at the holo forms of Mata Hari the Spy and BattleMind the black-winged dragon.
“My friends, after the heliopause rendezvous, we will travel to the nebula Dumbbell M27, which lies on the way back toward Sol space. At star CC3214 inside the nebula there is an Anarchate admin center on the third planet of the F2V star. We will destroy the center,” Matt said even as his mind projected images of the nebula on the front holosphere. “Then we will head for planet Megil, to seek out my sister
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