Mission Pack 3: Missions 9-12 (Black Ocean Mission Pack) by J.S. Morin

Author:J.S. Morin [Morin, J.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: fantasy, Space Opera
Publisher: Magical Scrivener Press
Published: 2016-12-26T07:00:00+00:00

Stowaway to Heaven

Mission 12 of the Black Ocean Series

by J.S. Morin

Stowaway to Heaven

Mission 12 of: Black Ocean

Copyright © 2016 Magical Scrivener Press

The Mobius landed amid a contingent of guards. This struck Carl as odd, because he didn’t remember employing any black-clad soldiers with tactical helms last time he’d been on Ithaca. But as he made his way down the cargo ramp, there they were. Two lines of six, making an even dozen, flanked the ship’s exit at military attention. At the end of the double-line, forming the end of a box that had Carl and the crew hemmed in, was a woman in a security uniform with a short-brimmed hat shading her eyes.

“Mr. Ramsey, welcome home,” the woman said with a curt, respectful nod. Her hands were clasped behind her back. Midnight blue, tailored fabric encased her like a second skin, making it clear the body beneath was carved like a statue. Though Carl made a point of knowing all his female underlings, he had a nagging feeling about that voice without being able to match it to anyone in the syndicate.

“When did we spring for new unis?” Carl asked, looking up and down both rows, pointedly ignoring the leader of the group. “Or does someone around here have a hidden talent for fashion? The animal hides you ran around in before I got here said otherwise though.” He meandered his way down the line as he talked. The Mobius crew filtered down behind him.

Just as he reached the end, having received no reply along the way, the leader of the group tipped her hat. “These just came in day before yesterday, sir.”

Carl choked on his next words. By reflex, he had his blaster drawn before he could think of what to say. “Messerschmidt!” She was one of the marines from the jungle, one of Devraa’s followers. “What’ve you done here? Where’s my father?”

To her credit, the former marine didn’t flinch, let alone reach for her own weapon. “Relax, Ramsey. Your father is in his quarters. He’s with your mother. They… asked not to be disturbed.”

Carl squeezed his eyes shut and quickly slapped together a Carl Who Hadn’t Just Heard that. “And why are you here? Is Chuck your new god, now that Devraa’s gone? Because lemme tell you, he’s not worth the chanting.”

“Screw you, Ramsey. Come on. We’re heading for the briefing room.”

Carl turned to look back over his shoulder. “Am I the only one seeing this?”

A chorus of shrugs was his reply, with only Amy putting voice to her gesture. “What did you expect? It’s not like your dad had anything personal against them. Why wouldn’t he hire them?”

“Because they’re murderous zealots who tried to set me up as a patsy to assassinate Sephiera Kwon.” Sometimes Carl felt as if he were the only person keeping score of all the corporate bosses, petty crime lords, and tea pot dictators who’d screwed with them.

Amy cleared her throat and cast a sidelong glare at Messerschmidt. Right. Kwon. Probably a sore

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