War of the Worlds 2030 by Stephen B. Pearl

Author:Stephen B. Pearl
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: 9781629290492, Damnation Books, military, science fiction, Stephen B Pearl, romance, erotica, Genetics, cyborg, science fiction, science, biotech, aliens, war, spies, espionage, slaves, love, romance, duty, dedication, life, death, battle, armour, rifles, guns, torture, salvation, sacrifice, biology, space
Publisher: Damnation Books LLC
Published: 2013-09-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Allies

Zane and Richard lay by the heating vent in Betty’s old room listening. The last rays of the setting sun pushed past the boards on the window to paint images on the wall.

* * * *

Janis dished a small portion of beans onto the cracked and chipped plates and passed them to the two men who sat side by side on her couch. Late evening sun crept in around the drawn curtains.

“Really Janis, this is unnecessary,” objected Wendle. His tall, lanky form was dressed in a battered suit and his boyish face was marred by a brand that looked like an eyeball pierced by a sword on his left cheek. His unruly black hair was hacked short.

“If we give up all the amenities we become as bad as the things we fight. I have the food to spare, so don’t fret.” Janis picked up her own plate.

“Janis, you really should—”

”Dear heart, you’re being ungracious,” said Stanley, who sat with his thigh pressed against Wendle’s.

Wendle smiled at the man and cupped his cheek in his palm. “My Stanley, always the one for manners.” He kissed the other man on the lips.

“Thank you. Now that we have stopped being too polite for our own good, eat up you two then fill me in on the cell status in LA,” said Janis.

Stanley shoveled the food into his mouth then licked the plate clean. He smiled sheepishly at Janis. “Sorry for the bad manners.”

“Practicality has to take precedence. No use in wasting good calories.”

“Most gracious of you. If you will give me a moment?”

“Of course. So Wendle, how have you been?” asked Janis as the blonde closed his eyes and began breathing deeply.

“Well enough. Stan and I had to move. The old place was found out. We have a nice little house in West Hollywood now. Good sewer access. Still has running water, since the main line services an industrial complex somewhere farther up. Frances is growing like a weed.”

“How old is he now?”

“Thirteen. Crack shot, can hit a Darmuk from three klicks. Kept up with his reading and writing too, though he hates math, except for trigonometry. He says that if it will help him aim a cannon, it’s worth knowing.”

“Sound’s like quite a lad.”

“He is. He still misses his parents, but Janis, he’s just like a son to Stan and I, couldn’t love him more.”

“I am ready,” interrupted Stanley in an odd monotone.

“Begin.” Janis picked up a note pad and pen.

“Cell fourteen, Malabo sector, confirmed operations. Bombing munitions facility. Bombing rail transports. Successful depth charge attack against aquatic Darmuk brigade. Opened sea passage for supply drops. Confirmed kills forty-seven, suspected kills two-hundred, dead sixteen, captured three, recruited seven.

“Cell thirteen,” the monotone droned on as Stanley recited the information. When he finished his memory trace broke and he smiled at Janis.”

“Damn useful that trick,” said Janis.

“Ashley taught it to me when I was having trouble memorizing things for exams. It’s an old mediator’s discipline. Always aced examines after that.” Stanley smiled but looked tired.

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