Star Trek Starfleet Corps of Engineers - 45 - The Art of the Deal by Star Trek

Author:Star Trek
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Science Fiction
ISBN: 9780743496865
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2004-01-02T08:00:00+00:00

In the communications center, Ramark was chuckling to himself about how easy it had been to defeat those Starfleet suckers, when he heard a noise behind him.

He stood up swiftly, pulling a small, laser-powered firearm out of a pocket in his trousers.

“Who’s there?” he called out. No one should have been able to get into the building without the proper authorization code. And everyone with proper authorization was now down below.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in the wrist of the hand holding the firearm—so much pain that he dropped the weapon. He looked down to see a large, gray-skinned hand holding his wrist. How could anyone have been able to sneak up beside him so fast? He twisted around to see who had seized him.

“Gerard?” he said in shock.

“Hello, Ramark,” said Rod Portlyn’s Senior High Security Agent with a malevolent grin.

Gerard, towering over Ramark, shifted his expression to a cold glare. “I need to get down to that underground hideout, and you’re going to show me how.”

“What underground hideout?” Ramark responded defiantly, placing his free hand on the communications console and reaching for the toggle that would sound the alert signal to warn those down below.

But Gerard pulled Ramark closer to him and squeezed harder on the wrist, causing Ramark to wince despite his best efforts to show no weakness.

“I’m dead serious, twerp. And unless you tell me what I want to know, you’ll just be plain dead.”

“I can’t hear you, Gerard. Your head is too far up Portlyn’s rear end.”

“Wrong answer,” the big man replied.

Continuing to hold Ramark’s wrist, Gerard strode over to the wall where the seven-foot-tall computer blocked the secret entryway. He lifted Ramark, turned him in a horizontal position, and then placed the smaller man under one of his large, muscular arms.

“I figure both sides of this wall have their own control switches to open the computer. The one on this side has to be hidden around here somewhere,” Gerard commented in an almost casual manner. “All I have to do is find it. And I can’t think of anything better to use than your head.”

Without warning, Gerard slammed Ramark’s head into a section of the wall. Ramark was too shocked to even cry out in pain.

“Nope, it’s not here,” Ramark could hear Gerard say through the intense pounding in his ears. “Let me try this section here…”

Wham!

Amid his agony, Ramark was filled with anger and hatred, wanting nothing more than to tear out Gerard’s eyes and wrap his fingers around his throat and squeeze the life out of him. But Portlyn’s agent was too big, and too strong.

“Nope, not there, either. Guess I should try a little further up. Gee, I might have to cover this whole room. This could take a while….”

Ramark felt Gerard rushing him toward another section of wall. “Wait,” he managed to croak out. “I’ll talk.” He couldn’t take another blow to the head. And he hated himself for it.

“Where?” Gerard demanded.

Ramark pointed weakly to the computer itself.

“Now what?” Gerard hissed.

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