The Game of VORs by Andrew Orange

Author:Andrew Orange [Orange, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Andrew Orange
Published: 2019-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Blood Brothers

The long-awaited call from Captain White came while Kier was dreaming. Yet again, having had a bad night’s sleep, the young vor dozed off in the evening in his room. The loud and insistent comm signal woke Kier and forced him to jump out of bed. Stumbling, he rushed to the comm-terminal. White, who appeared on the display, stared at half-dressed Kier with open irony.

“Ensign, are you alone?”

Kier heard the mocking emphasis on his rank, but swallowed the hidden insult and nodded.

“I thought your pet, Private Karlsen, was with you again. As you understand, my lord, he is absolutely not to know about our business.”

“What is it that you want, Captain?”

“Me, personally? Nothing, my lord,” White responded sneeringly. “But your brothers, Petr and Mark … they want to meet with you. Now. Take your guardian and come to top platform of the dam. We’ll be waiting for you near the helicopter pad.”

* * *

Lord Vorsmith, after dressing in a hurry and escorted by disturbed Underman, got to the megadam surface in fifteen minutes. The sergeant had wisely contacted General Morosev and the latter was ordered to “keep an eye open” on the Special Corps officer on duty.

The weather had at last gotten better, being dry, sunny, and comparatively warm. After the stale air of the base interior, the light breeze was pleasantly refreshing.

Near the edge of the dam, where a splendid view of the Northern Ocean greeted one’s eye, Kier’s elder brothers and White were waiting for him. Not too far from the ImpSec helicopter, a Special Corps officer strolled with a pair of armed soldiers. Near them stood a horriloid, already familiar to Kier, with a grenade launcher. The inscriptions Mark Vorsmith and privatos securitatos could be seen on his black uniform.

“Hi, bro!” Mark cheerfully greeted Kier.

Petr, more restrained, simply gave a slight nod.

Kier nodded in greeting to both, and then Underman, towering behind his ward, politely inquired, “Greetings, my lords. How’s the count’s health?”

“You’d better think about yours!” snarled Mark, losing his temper.

Petr winced and Captain White hurried to dispel the gloom, saying, “From my sources, Count Vorsmith is feeling well. I’ve activated the device blocking the audio interception of our talk. Any recording is also impossible. Although we can be seen, that shouldn’t be a hindrance to an open talk.”

“Thanks, Vladimir,” Petr said to White. “I’ve also switched on a corresponding device. So let’s get down to business.”

Silence fell, surprisingly, after that phrase. The Vorsmiths examined one another with unveiled interest. All three were short, dark-haired, and unattractive, with big noses and yellow-gray eyes.

Kier noticed that Mark carried a lot of extra weight, compared to his own physique. The middle brother was wearing an unbuttoned black leather jacket and T-shirt. Pistol handles protruded from the jacket pockets. Contrastingly, Petr was outfitted in his blue ImpSec uniform, with all the buttons fastened. He was physically fit and looked much older than both his brothers.

“Has Vladimir passed our proposal on to you?” Petr disrupted the silence at last.

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