Star Soldier - Doom Star 01 by Vaughn Heppner

Author:Vaughn Heppner
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Science Fiction
Published: 2010-06-16T04:00:00+00:00

7.

Marten thought up a strategy thirty minutes later. It happened as he stumbled upon a snoozing cop. Marten had slunk careful through a rubble-strewn street, and ducked behind a building when he heard voices. Then he heard snoring, and to his amazement, he saw an overweight old man sleeping on a cot. It was hot, and the old man had taken off his police shirt, helmet and heavy utility belt. Inspired, Marten took the three items, hurried away and a few blocks later donned the old man’s garments.

He tested his plan several blocks later. A squad of three police doing a routine sweep marched toward him. With his helmet on, dark visor lowered, and with his hand on the shock baton swinging at his belt, Marten swaggered toward them. It brought back haunting memories of how his father had once tricked Sun-Works personnel.

“You!” he bellowed. “Report!”

The three men stiffened to attention.

“I said report!” Marten shouted in his best imitation police voice.

“We’ve rounded up four stragglers, sir,” said the sergeant.

“Just four?” Marten asked angrily. “This area crawls with refugees. Find them. Or soon you’ll be busting rubble.”

They hurried off. With his hands on his hips, Marten watched them go. When they were out of sight, he sighed with pent-up fear and went his own way. Just like in the old days on the Sun-Works Factory circling Mercury, the very audacity of the ploy had protected him. No one would dare impersonate a police inspector; at least no one raised on Social Unity credos.

He reached the Deep-Core Station that he’d entered what seemed a lifetime ago, and he waited until he saw a brown-uniformed deep-core worker strolling home. The man looked young and wore shiny black boots. He smoked the stimstick that seemed habitual with deep-core workers and had an arrogant way of holding his shoulders. Marten trailed him, waiting until no one else was in sight. Then he strode quickly, catching the man unawares.

“You!” Marten said, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around.

The man glowered. “Don’t you know who I am? Take your grubby hands off me this instant.”

Marten drew the shock rod and touched the man’s neck.

With a scream, the deep-core worker fell to the ground, twitching.

Marten felt sorry for him but was certain this was the only way he could gain the needed information. He kicked the deep-core worker in the side, but not too hard.

“You’re a straggler!” Marten shouted.

“No!” howled the man.

“Liar,” Marten shouted, kicking him again.

The worker covered up. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

Marten hauled him to his feet, the shock rod poised for a beating.

“I’m a Deep-Core Worker,” the man wailed.

“Prove it.”

The man dug a wallet from his pants pocket.

“Bah,” Marten said, knocking it out of the man’s hands. “Fake IDs don’t interest me.”

The man’s eyes boggled. “No one fakes Deep-Core IDs.”

“Who is Ah Chen?” Marten barked.

“What?” the man asked, bewildered.

“So you don’t know.”

“Wait. Yes, yes, I know Ah Chen. S-She’s Deep-Core.”

Marten barked harsh laughter.

“She’s a Third Grade Engineer. They sent her down this morning.”

“Down?”

“To the deep station.

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