Gyaros Book One: The Mice Eat Iron (YA 17+ Sci Fi Adventure) by Rohan Healy, Alex Healy Page B
Authors: Rohan Healy, Alex Healy
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don't belong in places like this. Guys like me find respectable jobs and make something of our lives no matter what circumstances arise.” Ryker laughed, chewing the last of his candy strip.
“No dude, guys like you don't last beca use they get shuttled, you know, to Gyaros.” A sudden spark of panic rushed through Miles as reality briefly broke through his ego but he quickly reinforced himself.
“I've devot ed 5 years of loyal service to The Energy Department of Elissa, I hate to disappoint you Ryker, but I'm not going to be sent anywhere near that moon,” he said, his eyes piercing intensely.
“Alright ,” said Ryker, “but hey, if you do end up over there one day, I know some guys who might be able to help you out.” Miles looked at Ryker with a confused and doubtful expression, his left eyebrow raised high above the right one.
“Firstly, let's get one thing straight: I do not need your help because I am not going there. And secondly, how can anyone, let alone a lowlife such as yourself have contacts on Gyaros?”
“Wel l,” said Ryker with a devious smirk, “cuz I've been there.”
Now Miles knew for sure that Ryker had to be lying.
“Do you seriously expe ct me to believe that?” he asked.
“Not really ,” replied Ryker, “but it’s true,” Miles rolled his eyes as Ryker continued, “see, I was a second child. My parents tried to keep me hidden. And they did, until I was five that is. I got shuttled over with my Mom...she died a couple of years later though.”
“You can stop lying to me now Ryker ,” Miles said impatiently, without even a hint of empathy, “even if you were sent over, there's no way off Gyaros, not for you or anybody else,” he added.
“That's what I'm trying to tell you ,” Ryker said with an animated look, “I know someone who can send people back!” Miles was tired of listening to Ryker and he refused to let himself believe a word of what he had just been told. As he the events of the past twenty four hours flashed across his mind he lost his patience and turned to Ryker angrily.
“Do you have any fuc king idea what I've been through?” he asked rhetorically, his cheeks turning pink, “I don't think you do, Ryker. You see this place?” he continued in a low voice, looking around at the empty cinema lobby, “this disgusting, run down, pathetic excuse for a cinema? This, Ryker, is the last place I would ever want to spend a minute of my time,” Miles paused, looked Ryker straight in the eyes, “and yet, here I am. Getting ready to bend down on my knees and sweep up old pieces of popcorn from a rotting carpet, and the only thing I can possibly do to make this any easier, is to tell you to shut the fuck up!” There was a moment of silence as Miles continued to stare fiercely into Ryker's bright blue eyes.
“Yeah, whatever ,” mumbled Ryker as he shrugged, turned away, put his headphones back on and went back to manning the register. Miles indignantly took a dustpan and broom from behind the counter and began to clean the floor of the lobby. With Ryker sitting quietly behind the counter and Mr Grayson remaining in his office for the rest of the working day, Miles had several hours to himself as he cleaned the various rooms of the movie theatre, which given the recent turn of events, wasn't entirely a good thing. Hundreds of thoughts raced through Miles’ mind as he worked, thoughts of his family, his job, his future, ‘Chet must be wondering where his dad is, I wonder what Hellen told him.’ These thought made Miles feel nauseous, his mouth was dry and his body ached from the beating by The Enforcers. ‘Just stay focussed Miles, you can do this. Take things one day at a time and the months will just fly by!’ Forget about months, the hours seemed to tick by slower than ever that day as Miles waited anxiously for his shift to end. The cinema finally closed at around 10pm. Miles saw Ryker packing his bag on the way out of the lobby. ‘Ah man, I really
“No dude, guys like you don't last beca use they get shuttled, you know, to Gyaros.” A sudden spark of panic rushed through Miles as reality briefly broke through his ego but he quickly reinforced himself.
“I've devot ed 5 years of loyal service to The Energy Department of Elissa, I hate to disappoint you Ryker, but I'm not going to be sent anywhere near that moon,” he said, his eyes piercing intensely.
“Alright ,” said Ryker, “but hey, if you do end up over there one day, I know some guys who might be able to help you out.” Miles looked at Ryker with a confused and doubtful expression, his left eyebrow raised high above the right one.
“Firstly, let's get one thing straight: I do not need your help because I am not going there. And secondly, how can anyone, let alone a lowlife such as yourself have contacts on Gyaros?”
“Wel l,” said Ryker with a devious smirk, “cuz I've been there.”
Now Miles knew for sure that Ryker had to be lying.
“Do you seriously expe ct me to believe that?” he asked.
“Not really ,” replied Ryker, “but it’s true,” Miles rolled his eyes as Ryker continued, “see, I was a second child. My parents tried to keep me hidden. And they did, until I was five that is. I got shuttled over with my Mom...she died a couple of years later though.”
“You can stop lying to me now Ryker ,” Miles said impatiently, without even a hint of empathy, “even if you were sent over, there's no way off Gyaros, not for you or anybody else,” he added.
“That's what I'm trying to tell you ,” Ryker said with an animated look, “I know someone who can send people back!” Miles was tired of listening to Ryker and he refused to let himself believe a word of what he had just been told. As he the events of the past twenty four hours flashed across his mind he lost his patience and turned to Ryker angrily.
“Do you have any fuc king idea what I've been through?” he asked rhetorically, his cheeks turning pink, “I don't think you do, Ryker. You see this place?” he continued in a low voice, looking around at the empty cinema lobby, “this disgusting, run down, pathetic excuse for a cinema? This, Ryker, is the last place I would ever want to spend a minute of my time,” Miles paused, looked Ryker straight in the eyes, “and yet, here I am. Getting ready to bend down on my knees and sweep up old pieces of popcorn from a rotting carpet, and the only thing I can possibly do to make this any easier, is to tell you to shut the fuck up!” There was a moment of silence as Miles continued to stare fiercely into Ryker's bright blue eyes.
“Yeah, whatever ,” mumbled Ryker as he shrugged, turned away, put his headphones back on and went back to manning the register. Miles indignantly took a dustpan and broom from behind the counter and began to clean the floor of the lobby. With Ryker sitting quietly behind the counter and Mr Grayson remaining in his office for the rest of the working day, Miles had several hours to himself as he cleaned the various rooms of the movie theatre, which given the recent turn of events, wasn't entirely a good thing. Hundreds of thoughts raced through Miles’ mind as he worked, thoughts of his family, his job, his future, ‘Chet must be wondering where his dad is, I wonder what Hellen told him.’ These thought made Miles feel nauseous, his mouth was dry and his body ached from the beating by The Enforcers. ‘Just stay focussed Miles, you can do this. Take things one day at a time and the months will just fly by!’ Forget about months, the hours seemed to tick by slower than ever that day as Miles waited anxiously for his shift to end. The cinema finally closed at around 10pm. Miles saw Ryker packing his bag on the way out of the lobby. ‘Ah man, I really
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