run out near the Devonian Enclave; turned out to be bad news… Learner’s contact hijacked the payload. I was captured and chained up like a slab of meat inside of an empty container…” Jason paused to study the two men’s expression before continuing, “…if it were not for Lexis coming to my rescue, I’d be dead… the Vril was all over our egress, things got real hairy on our escape…everything else is above both your pay grades.”
John Grier laughed before guzzling down the rest of his cocktail, and after wiping off the excess from his chin, he bellowed, “I would’ve loved to have seen the look on Learner’s face, when your SYN showed up naked to your rescue.”
“Naked?” Cork inquisitively asked.
Jason’s mind was blown from the words that just came out of Grier’s mouth. He sat back in his seat mystified and the tumblers of his mind began working. Jason Bjorn then locked his eyes on John Grier and viciously gave him a cold stare of hatred, causing an uncomfortable silence that gripped the room.
Sweat puddles collected in the corner of Grier’s eyelids as he suddenly shifted nervously in his seat. His mouth quivered not knowing what to say next. Grier exuded fear and Jason could smell it with flared nostrils. Jason’s jaw muscles tightened as rage began to coil up inside him; revenge burst to the forefront of his conscious.
“Hey what’s going on, guys?” Cork uncomfortably asked as he sensed the foreboding tension unfolding between the two men; a tension so thick, one could almost slice through it with a knife.
With a fraudulent look, Grier dubiously but simply asked, “What?”
“You could never handle your liquor, Grier.” Jason Bjorn’s tone was deadly when he unholster his pistol.
“Come on, what’s going on here?” Cork asked again hoping to diffuse the situation. He could see Jason was ready to explode in a fit of madness.
Jason’s face burned bright red, as his mind raced with the conclusion Grier was a traitor. His finger twitched on the trigger when he pointed the weapon straight at him and asked, “How did you know Lexis was naked? I never told you that she was naked. Matter of fact, I never told anyone!”
Asserting his innocence, Grier feinted, “Yeah, you must’ve told me about it before. Come on, Jason, put the pistol away, you’re making me nervous.”
His malicious lies only fueled the hostile tension in the room, and only strengthened Jason’s detestation for Grier, and his self-incriminating words.
Jason tightened his fingers on the pistol grip, he then yelled with spitting malevolence, “You’re a deceitful son-of-a-bitch, I never told you jack! Now answer the fucking question, Grier!”
Shaken, Grier fidgeted in his seat as his bones trembled with trepidation, he spoke. “Jason, sure you did… you told me all about it.” Grier looked at Cork for encouragement and continued, “He was at my house the day he came back…must have slipped his mind, Cork.”
“What were you and Captain Asaph Hull talking about last night under an anti-eavesdropping device?” Jason asked.
“Now I know you’re crazy!”
“Bullshit, you were in on it the whole time at Dronski’s. You called Learner, told him when I was coming in that night, and now I don’t trust a damn thing you say.” Jason pushed the barrel into the face of Grier.
“Wait! Listen, Jason, it wasn’t supposed to go down like that…all you had to do was deliver the goods, and make some money.” Grier evasively spoke.
Grier’s defensive pleas were lathered in manipulative overtones, and Cork now looked suspiciously at Grier in silence. He listened on in disbelief at the whole scenario as it unfolded like some surreal dream.
“What was your end on the deal, Grier?”
“A measly ten percent finder’s fee…that’s all, Jason, I swear.” Grier cracked and downplayed the whole event.
“I don’t buy it, Grier…what was with all the role playing and deception?”
John Grier laughed before guzzling down the rest of his cocktail, and after wiping off the excess from his chin, he bellowed, “I would’ve loved to have seen the look on Learner’s face, when your SYN showed up naked to your rescue.”
“Naked?” Cork inquisitively asked.
Jason’s mind was blown from the words that just came out of Grier’s mouth. He sat back in his seat mystified and the tumblers of his mind began working. Jason Bjorn then locked his eyes on John Grier and viciously gave him a cold stare of hatred, causing an uncomfortable silence that gripped the room.
Sweat puddles collected in the corner of Grier’s eyelids as he suddenly shifted nervously in his seat. His mouth quivered not knowing what to say next. Grier exuded fear and Jason could smell it with flared nostrils. Jason’s jaw muscles tightened as rage began to coil up inside him; revenge burst to the forefront of his conscious.
“Hey what’s going on, guys?” Cork uncomfortably asked as he sensed the foreboding tension unfolding between the two men; a tension so thick, one could almost slice through it with a knife.
With a fraudulent look, Grier dubiously but simply asked, “What?”
“You could never handle your liquor, Grier.” Jason Bjorn’s tone was deadly when he unholster his pistol.
“Come on, what’s going on here?” Cork asked again hoping to diffuse the situation. He could see Jason was ready to explode in a fit of madness.
Jason’s face burned bright red, as his mind raced with the conclusion Grier was a traitor. His finger twitched on the trigger when he pointed the weapon straight at him and asked, “How did you know Lexis was naked? I never told you that she was naked. Matter of fact, I never told anyone!”
Asserting his innocence, Grier feinted, “Yeah, you must’ve told me about it before. Come on, Jason, put the pistol away, you’re making me nervous.”
His malicious lies only fueled the hostile tension in the room, and only strengthened Jason’s detestation for Grier, and his self-incriminating words.
Jason tightened his fingers on the pistol grip, he then yelled with spitting malevolence, “You’re a deceitful son-of-a-bitch, I never told you jack! Now answer the fucking question, Grier!”
Shaken, Grier fidgeted in his seat as his bones trembled with trepidation, he spoke. “Jason, sure you did… you told me all about it.” Grier looked at Cork for encouragement and continued, “He was at my house the day he came back…must have slipped his mind, Cork.”
“What were you and Captain Asaph Hull talking about last night under an anti-eavesdropping device?” Jason asked.
“Now I know you’re crazy!”
“Bullshit, you were in on it the whole time at Dronski’s. You called Learner, told him when I was coming in that night, and now I don’t trust a damn thing you say.” Jason pushed the barrel into the face of Grier.
“Wait! Listen, Jason, it wasn’t supposed to go down like that…all you had to do was deliver the goods, and make some money.” Grier evasively spoke.
Grier’s defensive pleas were lathered in manipulative overtones, and Cork now looked suspiciously at Grier in silence. He listened on in disbelief at the whole scenario as it unfolded like some surreal dream.
“What was your end on the deal, Grier?”
“A measly ten percent finder’s fee…that’s all, Jason, I swear.” Grier cracked and downplayed the whole event.
“I don’t buy it, Grier…what was with all the role playing and deception?”
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