He raised his hands, saying, “Don’t blame me, it was Fox’s idea. I couldn’t exactly tell him that we were all meant to get caught, could I?”
“No, of course not.” Logan looked around the room. “Any more surprises I need to know about?”
“I should be asking you the same thing. I thought you’d be sneaking on board with a few easily-bribable types, not assaulting this place with a squad of Triplanetary Espatiers. And why the hell are you commanding that station up there now?”
“Not my plan. Sometimes circumstances change.” He paused. “Have you got everything we need?”
“Everything’s ready to go. I’ll be glad to get home. It’s been too long.”
Logan eyed his friend cautiously, “Three years. Was that too long?”
“What are you saying?”
He shook his head, “Nothing, never mind. It’s been a long week.”
“All five of my people are secure?”
“I doped them myself. They’ll have a sweet wake-up in about twelve hours.”
Bernie looked at the gun, “That’s pointing a bit too close to me, my friend.”
“Well, I’m afraid I have to change the plan again.” He gestured at the door. “If you walk out of here conscious, it’s just going to lead to questions we don’t want to answer.”
Sighing, he sat down at the console, “That’s something I never did like about working with you, Logan. You improvise so quickly the rest of us can’t catch up.”
“Ready?” Logan said, raising his pistol.”
“I hate these damn things. Bad dreams.” He sighed. “Get it over with.”
He squeezed the trigger, and his friend slumped in his chair. Carefully stepping forward, he checked his vital signs then injected him with the same tranquilizer, then slapped a pair of stiff handcuffs onto him. The door slid open, and he waved Harper forward.
“Took you longer than normal to hack the door,” he said.
“I thought I’d give you a little privacy.” She looked at the figure in the chair. “Who’s he?”
“Bernie Spender.” He turned back, frowning. “Know the name?”
“I know the UN has a million-credit bounty on his head.”
“Let’s hope the station isn’t similarly informed. Give me a hand, we’ve got to get him back to the shuttle.”
As he walked back over to his friend, Logan tapped a pair of buttons, completing the control sequence. As soon as they were safely clear, the aerostat was going to have a malfunction, and slide slowly down into the heart of the storm. It was always good practice to make sure to cover one's tracks, and a gas giant’s gravity well was an excellent place to dispose of unwanted evidence.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
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