the criminal. Place him in lock down!”
The not so enthusiastic Crew Person escorted Jason by pistol point to an empty compartment next to the ship’s galley. “I could easily push him aside, and walk straight back to the Chameleon,” he thought to himself just before the limp-wristed man shut the door, but he thought he would let Aldiss Spline bail him out after landing on Mars.
“Have a nice journey, Mister Bjorn, whatever is left of it.” The man locked the door behind him and disappeared.
“Lexis.” Jason spoke expecting to receive an answer but the room’s design blocked all electronic signals; the room was a virtual dead zone.
Jason looked back at the events leading up until now, and wondered, “Why are my friends always trying to kill me?” He then realized all the members of the Hell Fire Club, were either dead or fighting for an elusive enemy. The mission was simple, go to Mars, infiltrate the underground black market, and weed out the rebel faction aligned with the Vril. Jason leaned up against the wall, and thought, “Our connections and reputations the three of us brought to the table were ideal for opening doors to the black market; the rest would’ve been easy pickings. John Grier, a traitor, and Cork, killed; the mission is dead now.”
Jason thought, the plan devised by Aldiss Spline, Security Manager at the Office of Polaris Security Services was fantastic. For him the plan ringed a tone of familiarity; maybe unoriginal in nature but the organic fit simply made it believable; the crime syndicate would not suspect its origin. “All the pieces would fit,” Jason mumbled to himself before leaning up against the wall and falling asleep.
A STEROID I MMINANT
The passenger compartment remained locked as Lexis looked through the portal from inside the airtight compartment between the main passenger compartment and payload bay. The Transport’s computer was denying her access to the rest of the ship; she was confined to the Chameleon and the zero gravity environment of the cargo bay. She pulled out a laser-cutting tool from her pouch and removed the bolts holding the manual keypad. Her sophistical neural net easily bypassed the security lock, opening the hatch.
“What are you doing in here? Why are you armed?” said the Crew Person who was worriedly eyeing her left hand, gripping the holstered weapon.
Not answering, Lexis stood quietly, observing what might be his next move. He remained immobilized until Lexis broke her dead serious composure by astutely winking at the man. She knew he would make his move but the wrong move he did by running for the ship’s emergency alarm button on the wall. She silently pounced from less than fifteen feet away, and was on top of the ineffectual man where she placed her knee in the center of his spine, and grabbed his chin from behind. She then wrenched backwards, breaking his neck between the eighth and ninth vertebrae, severing his spinal cord, killing him instantly. He yelped when his head popped backwards, and she could now look into his eyes and see the life drain from them.
Although she kept him from hitting the alarm, she knew that acting quickly was essential before the ship’s Skin warned the rest the diminutive crew. Originally she hoped he would have made a run for the forward flight deck, unlocking the internal compartments, but now she had to bypass the security code but fast.
Jason woke up to the startling sound of the Transport’s security alarm blaring. He stood up and anxiously paced in the confined space, wondering what was wrong. “I hope they don’t forget about me.” Jason first imagined all the escape pods zooming off in the darkness of space, leaving him behind to die from some catastrophic accident. “Perhaps a collision with an errant asteroid is imminent.”
Not only did the warning system’s relentless noise deafen his sense and sensibility, but it also fueled his paranoia.
The not so enthusiastic Crew Person escorted Jason by pistol point to an empty compartment next to the ship’s galley. “I could easily push him aside, and walk straight back to the Chameleon,” he thought to himself just before the limp-wristed man shut the door, but he thought he would let Aldiss Spline bail him out after landing on Mars.
“Have a nice journey, Mister Bjorn, whatever is left of it.” The man locked the door behind him and disappeared.
“Lexis.” Jason spoke expecting to receive an answer but the room’s design blocked all electronic signals; the room was a virtual dead zone.
Jason looked back at the events leading up until now, and wondered, “Why are my friends always trying to kill me?” He then realized all the members of the Hell Fire Club, were either dead or fighting for an elusive enemy. The mission was simple, go to Mars, infiltrate the underground black market, and weed out the rebel faction aligned with the Vril. Jason leaned up against the wall, and thought, “Our connections and reputations the three of us brought to the table were ideal for opening doors to the black market; the rest would’ve been easy pickings. John Grier, a traitor, and Cork, killed; the mission is dead now.”
Jason thought, the plan devised by Aldiss Spline, Security Manager at the Office of Polaris Security Services was fantastic. For him the plan ringed a tone of familiarity; maybe unoriginal in nature but the organic fit simply made it believable; the crime syndicate would not suspect its origin. “All the pieces would fit,” Jason mumbled to himself before leaning up against the wall and falling asleep.
A STEROID I MMINANT
The passenger compartment remained locked as Lexis looked through the portal from inside the airtight compartment between the main passenger compartment and payload bay. The Transport’s computer was denying her access to the rest of the ship; she was confined to the Chameleon and the zero gravity environment of the cargo bay. She pulled out a laser-cutting tool from her pouch and removed the bolts holding the manual keypad. Her sophistical neural net easily bypassed the security lock, opening the hatch.
“What are you doing in here? Why are you armed?” said the Crew Person who was worriedly eyeing her left hand, gripping the holstered weapon.
Not answering, Lexis stood quietly, observing what might be his next move. He remained immobilized until Lexis broke her dead serious composure by astutely winking at the man. She knew he would make his move but the wrong move he did by running for the ship’s emergency alarm button on the wall. She silently pounced from less than fifteen feet away, and was on top of the ineffectual man where she placed her knee in the center of his spine, and grabbed his chin from behind. She then wrenched backwards, breaking his neck between the eighth and ninth vertebrae, severing his spinal cord, killing him instantly. He yelped when his head popped backwards, and she could now look into his eyes and see the life drain from them.
Although she kept him from hitting the alarm, she knew that acting quickly was essential before the ship’s Skin warned the rest the diminutive crew. Originally she hoped he would have made a run for the forward flight deck, unlocking the internal compartments, but now she had to bypass the security code but fast.
Jason woke up to the startling sound of the Transport’s security alarm blaring. He stood up and anxiously paced in the confined space, wondering what was wrong. “I hope they don’t forget about me.” Jason first imagined all the escape pods zooming off in the darkness of space, leaving him behind to die from some catastrophic accident. “Perhaps a collision with an errant asteroid is imminent.”
Not only did the warning system’s relentless noise deafen his sense and sensibility, but it also fueled his paranoia.
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