Alien Racer by J.S. Morin

Author:J.S. Morin
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-939233-70-7
Publisher: Magical Scrivener Press

The door to Carl’s dormitory quarters snapped shut behind the four of them. It was a cramped, sterile little space, all engineered plastics and dura-thread fabrics. The place was meant to take a beating without showing it. Probably saw a good thrashing or two at the hands of sore losers in its day, but didn’t show it. The two-bunk arrangement made Roddy instantly suspicious.

“You’ve got a roomie?” Roddy asked.

“That punk Jordan Myles,” Carl replied. “The holo-feed big wigs have a twisted sense of funny.”

“Security risk?” Hiroshi asked. Roddy should have picked up on it instantly that any of his naval buddies that Carl still kept in touch with would be the larcenous sort. Hiroshi hadn’t balked at Carl’s plan. Of course a Half-Devil would be suicidal.

“This whole damn thing is a security risk,” Roddy replied. He climbed onto the bunks, searching the walls for hidden cameras and transmitters.

“The place isn’t bugged,” Hiroshi said. “That’s not what I meant. What about that kid racer?”

“He’s showing off for his parents and girlfriend,” Carl said. “Giving them the tour. We can work around him. Minor annoyance.” He plopped himself down on the edge of his bed.

July opened her mouth. She gestured with her hands. No words came out.

Roddy hooked a thumb at the violet-haired racer. “You want a security risk? There’s your security risk. You were thinking with your plumbing getting her involved with this.” He looked Hiroshi in the eye and saw a common understanding there. It made solid sense for Carl to trust this guy. Navy buddy. Years of track record. Been under fire. July was a grenade with the pin out. It wasn’t a matter of whether she’d blow; it just boiled down to when.

“It’s no… It’s just… I mean, really?” July said, throwing up her hands. “You’re not just joking about this?”

“I get that a lot,” Carl said. “But no. This is for real.”

“You’re criminals!”

“Keep your voice down,” Roddy snapped. “You’ve been seen coming and going from the Mobius. You’re as good as an accessory for all anyone’s going to believe.” There were times for truth, and times to put a little lie behind them. July hadn’t done anything but hook up with an idiot spacer and crash one night on his ship. Phabian wasn’t Earth; she’d get cleared of any charges if she turned them all in right now. Roddy had to trust that Carl knew that, too.

“You said you wanted to be big time,” Carl said. “After this, no one’s going to forget your name, and no one is going to know you had anything to do with a Squall going missing.”

“Not that I doubt you,” Hiroshi said with a smirk. “But how the dusted legions of Plouph are you going to pull this off?”

Carl dug a hand into the pocket of his jeans and came out with a data crystal. “Tanny’ll know how to decrypt it. It’s got the whole plan. Hiroshi, you’re going to consult and take care of some stuff off-system—not to mention be our ace in the hole against Harmony Bay.

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