Agent Prime by Jake Bible

Author:Jake Bible [Bible, Jake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2018-02-19T22:00:00+00:00

21.

“Food,” Pol said, his mouth stuffed with something red and fluffy as Sno came out of his stateroom. “You should try this.”

“I’ll wait until dinner,” Sno said, adjusting his suit jacket.

Black jacket, black trousers, and crisp white shirt. No tie, which would probably irritate Captain Loch considerably. It was custom to wear a tie when asked to dine with the captain of a ship, especially on a ship like the Mip. It was the little things that kept Sno sane sometimes when faced with dealing with imbeciles like Loch.

Sno looked Pol up and down and realized that Sno’s intentional irritant would be overshadowed by Pol’s complete lack of decorum. The old man was dressed in ratty trousers, a worn work shirt, and a visor that was more holes than actual material.

“No,” Sno said. “You cannot go to dinner dressed like that. You have clothes that are appropriate. Go put them on.”

“They’re quite uncomfortable,” Pol complained.

“This entire mission is quite uncomfortable,” Sno said. “Would you prefer I ditch you and go gambling down on deck thirty-four?”

“Only if I can go with you,” Pol said then scrunched up his face. “Which would defeat the purpose of ditching me. I see that.”

“They are only clothes, Pol,” Sno said. “Endure them during dinner then you are free to change when we return.”

“Oh, my,” Veben said as she came out of her room, dressed from neck to knee in a shimmering gown of emerald green jewels. “Pol, love, do as Denman asks and get changed. I cannot have a ragamuffin escort me to the Captain’s Table.”

“For you, darling, anything,” Pol said and bowed so low his forehead touched the carpet.

“Eight Million Gods,” Sno muttered as Pol left. Then he studied Veben and grinned. “I only hope I have half your charisma when I am your age.”

“Oh, love, you do not want to reach my age,” Veben said, waving off the compliment. “Too much work. Go out in a blaze of glory like so many in your profession do. Die a young patriot and be happy with that.”

“I doubt I’ll be happy, V,” Sno said with a laugh. “I’ll be dead.”

Veben shrugged. “One can be happy no matter the circumstances if one tries hard enough.”

There was a light knock at the door.

“That must be Osol,” Sno said. “He’ll be pleased to hear I’ve decided to share our true identities with him. Even though he already knows them.”

“He does?” Veben asked as Sno headed off a servant bot and opened the door himself.

“Osol,” Sno said and gestured for the man to enter the stateroom. “Come in.”

“Thank you,” Osol said.

There was a complete lack of servitude in Osol’s stride as he walked past Sno, through the foyer, and into the main room.

“You look ravishing, ma’am,” Osol said to Veben. “You will be wasted on Captain Loch. Although he will not think so. Be sure to watch his right hand, ma’am. It can get…aggressive.”

“Oh, well, thank you, Osol,” Veben said, giving Sno a side-eyed glance. “That is good information to have.

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