Ruthless by Jonathan Clements

Author:Jonathan Clements
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction
Publisher: Abaddon Books

SHIPLESS

Nimbus ran out of patience. He was a big man and he had things to do. There was no time for warnings, or countings to three, or any of that sneck. He pointed his gun at the lock and fired. He heard a high-pitched squeal from within the cabin before he kicked open the door, one hand shining his torch into the room. He saw a Gronk at the far end of the tiny cabin, two of its hands plastered over its eyes so it couldn't see anything that might scare it.

"You!" shouted Nimbus. "Out."

He raised his gun. This was a fast operation. If the Gronk gave him any trouble, he would blow it away and move on to the next, no questions asked.

A hand grabbed his wrist, dragging his hand up, the gun suddenly pointing at the ceiling. Nimbus pulled the trigger in surprise, firing into mid-air. He dropped his torch. Nimbus couldn't see in the dark.

Johnny could.

He wrenched Nimbus's arms to the side and slammed a fist into his face. Nimbus blinked in shock, his nose throwing blood over his nose and chin, and looked down at Johnny in surprise.

Johnny hit him again, and Nimbus stumbled back out into the corridor. He tripped backwards over a body on the floor and tumbled to the ground, smacking his head on the opposite wall as he fell. He looked up and saw the man with the milky-white eyes standing in the doorway.

Nimbus realised he didn't have his gun in his hand any more.

Johnny raised the small pistol and pointed it right at Nimbus's forehead.

Nimbus smiled, sure that this stranger wouldn't be so callous as to-

Johnny shot Nimbus in the head.

Red and grey gook smeared across the opposite wall. Nimbus's body refused to admit it was dead and lay sprawled, the left leg twitching with misplaced excitement. Johnny wasn't looking. He turned to look down the hallway where a second man was dragging a woman from another cabin.

"Nimbus!" shouted the second man as he dragged the woman in front of him as a shield. Johnny registered a ball gown in shimmering blue - she was probably on her way to the bar to try her luck. He saw a woman's eyes scrunched tightly shut, willing the terrible situation to go away; tears on a wet face. He saw tight curls of blonde hair and a tiara. And next to it, the snarling face of a sweating man, jamming the warm muzzle of a gun against her temple.

"Drop the gun," he yelled at Johnny. "Drop the gun or---"

Johnny shot him in the head, too. The little pistol made a ludicrously low-calibre noise, more of a slap than a shot. But a bullet was still a bullet.

The second gunman collapsed to the floor. His former hostage screamed some more. She took one look at Johnny's face and dropped to the ground, her hands over her head. All she saw was a man with a gun - she couldn't tell friend from foe.

Johnny darted across the hallway to an open cabin and fell to a crouch.

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