The Skin Territory by Oliver Strong

Author:Oliver Strong
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: science fiction, sci fi action adventure, trilogy book 3
Publisher: Oliver Strong

Chapter 13

‘So what’s the job today?’

‘I’ve got some outstanding warrants,’ replied McCann as he cut up his toast.

‘Someone’s been a naughty boy?’

‘You could say that, a bit of bother on Shurruppak 15.’

Clayton was about to put a sausage in his mouth when he heard the station name, ‘Ain’t that the place where the upper crust live?’

‘Is it?’

‘Yeah, I heard some blokes kidnapped a bunch of girls.’

McCann chewed on his toast as he nodded his head, ‘Yup, that’s the one.’

‘A right bunch of evil bastards they were!’

McCann swallowed his breakfast and sipped on his coffee, ‘What happened?’

‘Well according to the news they kidnapped the daughters of some rich geezer and held them for ransom … but the bastard wouldn’t pay!’

McCann gave an incredulous expression, ‘Why not?’

‘He said he had 13 daughters and could afford to lose 4 for 100,000 guskin!’

The Commodore placed his coffee cup down, ‘Jesus Christ, you’ve got to be kidding me?’

‘I’m serious. This guy owns three fabrication facilities, makes more than 100K in a bloody day selling parts to shipping companies.’

‘So what did the kidnappers do?’

‘Well they couldn’t get their ransom so they planned on selling them to the Kishar but they wouldn’t take the girls. In the end they had a deal with some slaver on the edge of Traven space but this bloke wouldn’t meet them in the Skin Territory.

Eventually they decided to bugger the money, rape the girls, then when they got bored they’d cut their losses and space them!’

‘And then?’

‘One of Jenkins’ lads got wind of where they were hiding out and paid them a visit. Found them all asleep, they woke up in control collars.’

McCann shook his head, ‘It makes you wonder who really deserves to be punished.’

The two friends finished up their meal and strolled the boulevard to Dock 17. Along the way several people bid them good day, glad to see some sort of law present on Kurgudwardum 57.

Turning onto a nearby docking arm the pair entered a small transport craft, ‘What would be your destination today gentlemen?’ asked the AI.

‘Shurruppak 15,’ replied McCann.

‘Course computed and certified are you prepared to cast off?’

‘Affirmative.’

The vessel closed all hatches and broke away. Drifting off into the void the craft manoeuvred to face its destination before firing its ion engines.

‘ETA 3 hours and 20 minutes.’

McCann moved into the rear section, ‘This might be a good time to check your weapons.’

Clayton followed the Commodore, ‘You’re not expecting any trouble?’

‘I always expect trouble.’

McCann took his silver pulse pistol apart, ensuring its xenon battery pack was fully charged and each magazine fully loaded with tungsten shells.

Clayton went over his Tlillan tunnel sweeper confirming its ion cell was charged and ready to go.

A few hours later and the shuttle docked with Shurruppak 15. Upon exiting onto the docking arm McCann noticed a distinct difference between this place and Kurgudwardum 57. For a start the odour of skanky women and unwashed space traders wasn’t there to greet him. This place reminded him more of Lake Geneva than Tombstone.

The law men stood out amongst well to do citizens.

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