Alien Mercenary's Consorts by Mina Carter

Author:Mina Carter [Carter, Mina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mina Carter

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Sparky had to admit. Whatever else the Navarr did, they did luxury really well. Ostentatiously, nauseatingly well. The room he’d been given could probably fit the Sprite in it and was almost as large as the monstrosity that was Fin’s room. The only thing it was missing was a bed large enough to fit an entire rugby team.

Although, he mused as he eyed the silk pillow and throw-covered sleeping platform in the middle of the room, he could probably get the subs bench on there without anyone feeling crowded.

It would have turned his head once, when he was young and naive. Now all he saw was the needless expense over something that really didn’t matter. Who cared if it was four-hundred-count bedding against his skin rather than a thousand?

Both sheets did exactly the same thing, and to be honest, he wouldn’t know the difference. After the deprivation of Mirax Ruas, a place to sleep where someone wouldn’t try and knife him was a luxury. He kept his expectations low. That way he was never disappointed. Besides, his upbringing hadn’t been typical, and he was more than aware that money and beauty often hid corruption.

But even so, he could appreciate the engineering that had gone into this place. The room was circular, the walls and floor tiled in intricate patterns that resembled waves. Like he could forget where they were…

He concentrated on the room. It was just like Fin’s and, he assumed, Red’s with a domed ceiling allowing light from the surface far above to filter through and bathe the room in dapples of warm turquoise.

For a moment his breath froze in his lungs as he tried to work out how many tons of water were above him.

His brain fritzed out. No doubt Eric or Red could have worked it out, but he was neither a scientist nor an engineer. Mathematics had always made his head ache. At least, unless it came to working out exactly how much accelerant to use. Then he was an Einstein-level genius. He’d even worked out how to make water burn with a couple of common engineering supplies. It was amazing the crap they put into engine cleaners and degreasers… and all without a warning not to mix them.

He grinned as he began to unzip the garment bag his outfit for the funeral had arrived in. Probably none of them had ever thought that some little scrote-bag like him would look at the chemical ingredients and figure out he could make Byzantine Fire from them.

But all that fled from his brain as the bag fell away to reveal the outfit.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God…”

It was perfect. Utterly fucking perfect.

Some kind of gold lamé, it was a cross between a suit and… he had no clue but he liked it. It was somewhere between suitable for cocktail hour and dinner with the queen. Dull gold, the jacket and trousers shimmered and sparkled in the overhead light. There was no shirt, but a pair of shoes to match. He hurried to get dressed, stripping down to bare skin to pull the outfit on.

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