New Rules for Idiots (Dead Evil Mercenary Corps Book 4) by Michael Anderle

Author:Michael Anderle [Anderle, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2022-06-27T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

"How soon until you're finished?"

Chill looked up from their work, rolling her shoulders. "Sure, Dorian, nothing's happening out here. Nothing for you to be worried about. We'll be ready soon, so do you need me to get you some water while I'm out here? Something half-fresh from our supplies in the bay, do you think?"

"Fuck you." Dorian wasn’t in any mood to play around. "Nothing says you're getting the short end of the stick more than sitting around waiting for someone else to get their work done. Not only is your work destabilizing the bubble that keeps the atmo in this area, but even more interesting is that whatever is approaching is setting off our mid-range sensors. They’re picking up speed, so forgive me for worrying about our impending doom. I'll try not to hurry you."

It didn’t help to know that the bot-rats were pushing forward, but it did tell them that they had to pick up the pace. Chill wanted to work harder and faster, but the station could collapse around them if they did anything wrong.

The Janissaries could just board their ship and head out, but they could also have gunned DEMC down earlier. The Over-Keeper apparently wanted them to stay alive.

The opening was bigger, but it still wasn't large enough for the ship. The bubble was gone, so they had no atmo, and the local grav system was failing. Her body was rebelling, and she gritted her teeth, hoping her last meal would not end up in her suit.

"We're losing grav," she called. "Everyone, make sure your mag grips are on. Floating through space is a bad idea."

"How are you feeling?" Kortez asked, helping her heft one of the larger pieces. Lifting them wasn't a problem with little gravity. Making sure they didn't fly away and crash into something on the other side of the room was.

Chill grinned. She'd heard that forcing a grin was a good way to keep from throwing up. "Like we're going to be dealing with a whole lot worse than nausea if I don't pick up the pace and keep moving throughout whatever problems my body has with zero-g."

It was the best she could offer. Under any other circumstances, she would have been complaining, but that could wait. They were getting closer to the edge, removing the bits and pieces that jutted into the hole. Failing to remove them would tear more holes in their ship when they left. In ten more minutes, she would check where the bots were and when they needed to retreat to the ‘vette.

"Oh, shit!" Two words no one wanted to hear in their situation. They had come from Ivan. His boots were clamped down, but the chunks they were clamped to were coming loose.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," Ivan hissed. There was nothing stable he could grab to stop himself from floating away.

Kortez reached for Ivan, and what he was standing on gave way beneath him.

Chill could lose both of them. She wanted to panic, but there was no time.

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