Reprobates (The Bohica Chronicles Book 1) by C.J. Fawcett & Jonathan Brazee & Michael Anderle

Author:C.J. Fawcett & Jonathan Brazee & Michael Anderle [Fawcett, C.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2019-06-26T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The Harvesters Camp

Booker was up just before the sun and back standing in front of the door. He nodded at the two guards who nodded back. He waited for Franco and the other dispatchers to come out of the building and assign missions. Booker was beginning to get a feel for the routine that happened. He showed up first, then other team leaders straggled in. They stood apart from him, each drinking his morning coffee or chain smoking. They talked shop and easy pleasantries that were built on a mutual respect and understanding that, at any time, they would stick a knife in another’s back to get ahead. It created an ever-present tension to remind them they weren’t co-workers. They worked for themselves and needed to look out for their teams, first and foremost.

The novelty had begun to wear off, but he was still being ignored. He knew they discussed him, happy for the neutral distraction. He could tell no one took him seriously. Booker was used to this from strangers and knew he didn’t have the imposing physique someone like Charles had. He was wiry, but he was confident with the punch he packed. The Brit hadn’t lost a fight in a long time. Most of the time, he didn’t need to fight. He was confident in his physical ability and wasn’t afraid to get violent, but he liked to talk his way out first. But he wouldn’t be walked over.

It took about half an hour for all the team leaders to show up. Everyone eyed the door expectantly. After the conversations had mostly died down, the door opened, and the clipboard-wielding dispatchers walked out.

Four jobs were announced—one flora and three fauna. Booker didn’t get any of them.

“There’s always the Bowser mission,” Franco reminded the team leaders in front of him. There were a few snorts of laughter and a couple of scoffs from the remaining men.

“Bowser? Like from Mario Bros?” Booker asked one of the team leaders standing next to him.

The man nodded. “Don’t ask me why they call it that. The creature looks nothing like Bowser. Though that would be pretty badass. No, it’s like top top-level.”

“Top-level?”

“Yeah. Some stupid impossible shit.”

“It would be a huge payout,” Franco said, overhearing the conversation.

The team leader laughed. “Right. Too bad dead men don’t collect.”

Booker stood there and continued to be passed over for all the other jobs. Franco still didn’t seem completely sold on the validity of their team, so the jobs went to his more trusted contractors.

Finally, he was the only one left. He weighed his options—either go back and tell Charles and Roo they were unemployed for another day in a row or take the stupid impossible mission.

“Franco,” he said before the man could entomb himself once more in the building.

“Yeah?”

“We’ll do it.”

“You’ll do what?”

“The Bowser mission.”

The dispatcher looked at him, pulled out his scanpad, and fiddled around. He flipped the screen around and showed him. The display presented an image of a giant lizard-like creature. It had three heads, each with glowing yellow eyes and long, forked tongues.

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