The Behemoth Job by John Wilker

Author:John Wilker [Wilker, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781732628731
Publisher: Rogue Publishing

ALWAYS WITH THE SECRETS

“First derelict looks like it’s on the move,” Zephyr reports. On the screen, the derelict the Huflo had been docked with is lurching slightly and moving off toward a section of space near the Berserker. Jurrella wants each ship to take up a position around her flagship once it is online. The newly reactivated vessel is moving like its pilot is drunk.

From her now-usual spot at one of the aft stations of the bridge, Cynthia’s wristcomm beeps. She looks down. “Go ahead Lorath,” she says. There is a pause. “One second.” She stands, looks at Wil, then Zephyr, then leaves the bridge.

As the hatch closes, Wil looks over at Bennie, who has already turned in his seat, waiting for Wil to look at him. He nods. Bennie grins and turns back to his console. Wil taps a few controls on his chair, and one of the smaller displays on his console comes to life—a wireframe of the ship appears, with a blinking yellow dot moving down the long corridor that connects the forward section of the ship to the larger main body. They watch as the dot moved all the way to Cynthia’s quarters.

“Why that sexy flobin,” Bennie mumbles.

Everyone turns to Bennie. Wil says, “I’m sorry, what now?”

Bennie looks up. “She has a scrambler, a good one, in her quarters.” He looks at the ceiling, mimicking Wil’s habit. “Gabe, can you help me with this?”

“What do you need?” the ceiling asks.

“There’s a scrambler in use in Cynthia’s quarters—”

From the overhead speakers, “Of course, one moment.”

Bennie turns his attention back to his console, mumbling a little here and there, then Gabe is back on the speakers. “Did that help?”

Bennie smiles. “It did, yeah. Well, at least a little.” He presses a button.

The speakers come to life, “—let them find out—” something, something, some garbled back and forth, “—biotech warfare division will pay handsomely—” This is followed by a burst of static. Wil looks over at Bennie, who is frantically working at his console. “—Do what you have to do—” a little more static, “Xarrix doesn’t care,” then Cynthia’s voice, “I can take care of it.”

Zephyr is staring at Bennie. “That’s it? Seriously what do we even keep you around for?”

“Harsh,” Maxim says, under his breath.

“Grolack off!” Bennie shouts. “If I’d known she had a scrambler, I could have planned for it. Wil, you didn’t see anything like that last night? Or the night before?”

“Come again?” Zephyr says, turning slowly to face Wil. The look on her face a cross between betrayal and disgust, but mostly disgust.

Wil can feel the heat rising from his neck to his cheeks. “Uh, no, didn’t see anything… but also don’t know what a scrambler looks like, so you know, there’s that.” He turns to fully face Bennie. “And you know, fuck you dude! Not cool!” Maxim is trying and failing to stifle his laughter. Zephyr is staring at Wil, her mouth hanging open. Wil spins his chair back to face Zephyr and Maxim. “Okay, moving on.

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