Pew! Pew! - Sex, Guns, Spaceships... Oh My! by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Publisher: The Wooden Pen Press
Published: 2017-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

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Jones went home to his apartment. It was small, and his meager possessions were strewn about, shirts draped over chairs, an old pizza box on the table…two slices still in it. He pushed a SOMETHING FUNNY off the chair at his tiny desk and sat down.

He turned on the computer, and the monitor displayed his random kitten screensaver. Shot after shot of fluffy adorableness scrolled by, playing with a ball of yarn, attacking a string, falling off a table. It was almost too much to handle.

After sliding the small drive into the slot on the side, he leaned back in the chair. It creaked loudly and the walls around him vibrated with music coming from the other rooms.

Jones sipped his beer as the information on the screen scrolled by. There were a lot of schematics, detailed plans, contingencies—stuff people more intelligent than Jones would have to comb through to fathom the details. Instead, he focused on vids, surveillance photos, and bank account information that all showed that Fudd had received a lot of money.

Not as much is Jones would’ve thought. Turned out that Earth’s freedom and sovereignty wasn’t worth more than what the average pop band made at a big concert venue. Then again, Fudd was getting his own asteroid and probably a lifetime supply of honey. Damn that man and his sweet tooth.

Jones sat up, slamming his feet onto the floor. He leaned forward and he rubbed his hands together. Now it was time to make his move.

He hit a few buttons on his phone and called the hotel’s front desk. He didn’t have a direct number for Captain Spectacular, so he was going to have to hope he could get him a message.

“Front desk. How can I help you?”

“Can you please get a message to Captain Spectacular for me? I’m on my way, but he has to be warned that there’s trouble.”

“Did we run out of champagne again?”

“Listen, just tell Captain Spectacular that the captain of the Barnburner is—”

The woman giggled. “The Barnburner? Are you in a rock band or something? That is so hot.”

And being a tug ship’s captain wasn’t? “No, just listen for a second and I’ll explain why Captain Spectacular has to be warned—”

The reflection from his screen showed someone was creeping up behind Jones. A woman, and it didn’t look like she had come for a booty call.

He hadn’t heard anyone enter, probably because of the loud music that was playing in the apartments on either side of him. The entire planet was in victory party mode. Something that, in hindsight, could be a hindrance.

Jones dove for the floor and rolled away as a handgun barked and his computer screen shattered. He stayed low to the ground and crawled around the sofa, reaching for the pistol he kept hidden under his coffee table. It took a second to find it with the bowls of stale popcorn and magazines piled around it. Finally, his fingers found the grip and he whipped it out, returning fire.

Dressed all in black, his assailant was tall and should have made for an easy target.

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