Infiltration (Gene Soldiers Book 7) by James David Victor

Author:James David Victor [Victor, James David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fairfield Publishing
Published: 2023-02-27T16:00:00+00:00

Carl was surprised when he actually had to use the extra servo mechanisms in his suit to lift the bag and drag it out.

“It’s heavy,” he said simply, for the gunrunner to nod at the floor.

“Open it up, huh?”

Carl growled but did as he was told, setting the canvas bag on the floor, reaching for the zipper, and then opening it with a flourish.

To see light glitter on the inside.

“Holy stars!” Beresford crowed.

The entire bag was filled with little plastic envelopes, and each one held a collection of different-sized rock chips. Not rock chips. Crystal chips. Carl could see rubies and emeralds as well as some that were clear and blue. He reckoned that he must be looking at a few million credits, easily.

“That will do nicely, thank you very much!” Beresford said. He gestured for two of his men to rush forward, intercept the bag, and between them, to carry it off.

“Payment very gratefully accepted. Now, let’s get you people moving, shall we?” Beresford was saying as he gestured to the porthole out of there.

“We need to talk about the method,” Abrams was saying. Carl followed the others through the airlock and into the small decompression chamber that joined the UTA and Frontier vehicles together. The Frontier vessel was larger than theirs was, a rounded and bulbous sort of thing with multiple large ports for container modules strapped along its hull. To Carl’s eyes, it didn’t appear to be the kind of ship that they needed for any secure and quiet infiltration effort.

They stepped through the decompression chamber and onto the main deck of the mercenary ship, which was suddenly all noise and mess compared to the more pristine and regulated space that was a UTA ship.

There were voices and shouts, figures in the distance, and they emerged into what was clearly some sort of docking hall, a large space with a metal balcony running along the walls. There was the hiss and spark of electricity as some of the Beresford Gang were working on bits of machinery or repairs.

Carl felt momentarily dazed.

Home! Friend!

Maybe that was why—with the sudden dazzle of lights and movement, the flare of a drone as it rushed overhead—he felt confused for a moment. He was sure that he had felt his stomach lurch, then he felt a sudden pang of homesickness—or something else—something like recognition.

What?

“Let’s find you a place to crash. We’re starting our journey right away, but it’ll take a few hours,” Beresford was saying to the others. All apparent tension for the rest faded. They were no longer being treated with suspicion once the payment had been delivered.

But Carl was still reeling in place as the others were making their way across the dockyard floor.

And his eyes fell and settled on a figure at the far end of the room who was also standing straight up behind a giant and complicated piece of metal that he had been wearing.

The man was even bigger than Lieutenant Abrams, if such a thing was possible. He had a handlebar moustache and a short-cut mohawk.

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