The Rebellion Hyperbole (The Adventures of Trek Gibbons Book 1) by John P. Logsdon & Christopher P. Young

Author:John P. Logsdon & Christopher P. Young [Logsdon, John P.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Crimson Myth Press
Published: 2017-09-20T04:00:00+00:00

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“Still,” Trek said as he and Elf were zooming back along the transit to the GDA headquarters, “you could have at least interrupted me for a moment to say that you knew what the substance was.”

“Okay, okay, let it slide, will ya?” Elf said in his slang-based language. “I’ll interrupt you next time.”

“Fine. Before we get back to headquarters, though, how does one get their hands on this Krapofudgeinsin or whatever its called?”

“Kretizophomin,” corrected Elf. “Main way is to be rich. Like, big time.”

“I see,” said Trek while thinking. “Anyone on station rich enough to have the quantity needed to poison the entire water supply?”

Elf looked at Trek funny. “Wow, you really are good! I’ll check.” A few seconds later, Elf said, “Great news. Not only is there someone with the coin to proffer a batch, it’s the damn supplier of the stuff.”

“The supplier?”

“Yeah,” Elf said, his metal jaw flapping out of sync, “the company that makes the junk has a boat docked on station.”

“A boat…” Trek wondered why there would be a sea-faring vessel in space. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Sorry, I mean a ship. It’s just slang.”

Trek sighed. “Why don’t you forgo the slang while you’re with me?”

“Are you trying to inhibit my personality, Captain?” Elf asked, sounding much like a normal person.

Trek sat back and crossed his arms. He wasn’t about to get into an argument with a robot about personalities and equal rights, but he was also getting tired of the constant “huh?” and “what?” questions because of the strange vernacular that Elf spat out.

“Of course not,” Trek said, diplomatically. “Look, you seem like a bright enough fellow.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I daresay one of the smartest on the team.”

“Aw, shucks.”

“It is why I put you as my second-in-command, after all.” That was a complete falsehood, but Elf didn’t know that.

“Seriously…stop.” Elf fanned himself with his hand. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“But if you want to be treated as a professional in this field, you have to act like a professional.” Trek gave that a moment to sink in. “That means you cut the slang, get into proper attire, and play the game. Once you have earned the respect of the detective community, you can slowly start reintegrating your normal speech choice into your conversations. You can speak freely outside of the office, obviously, but if you want to get ahead in this field—or any, for that matter—you really have to up your professionalism.”

“Wow,” Elf said, sitting back. “Nobody has ever spoken to me like that before. It’s like you’re mentoring me.”

Trek felt that too, all of the sudden. Maybe he was maturing. Of course he could have just been doing it out of necessity. Anything to keep his head away from Riggo’s gun, he thought.

“Right,” Trek said. “Back to work. Where is this ship that we’re after?”

“It’s at the luxury station uptown. I have already requested the transit redirect, so we should be changing direction at the next connection point.” Trek was glad to hear Elf speaking normally. “The ship is the Kretiz-11AC19.

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