Slave Trade: A Space Opera Adventure Legal Thriller (Judge, Jury, & Executioner Book 5) by Craig Martelle & Michael Anderle

Author:Craig Martelle & Michael Anderle [Martelle, Craig]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2019-03-09T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

No one spoke until after they rendezvoused with Peacekeeper. Even then, Rivka kept her own counsel. As soon as they boarded, they ditched the long-range shuttle at the edge of Fenek’s space. Rivka stormed the bridge, carried Ankh out, and secured the door behind her.

The Crenellian looked as stoic as usual. He turned to Red, craning his neck to look up at the big man.

“She needs to have a private conversation with Grainger, I suspect,” Red offered. “I think the High Chancellor is involved somehow.”

Ankh studied Red as if questioning the veracity of his claim. Once he realized that he was sincere, Ankh replied, “I don’t.”

He moved to the kitchen, where the blank look on his face suggested he was talking to Erasmus. The food processor dinged, and a hot meal appeared.

“Why can’t you hook us up with some of that?” Red pleaded.

“By ‘us,’ you mean you. There’s only a limited amount of source matter for these types of meals. You would consume it all in a matter of hours. If only I eat them, it will last weeks.”

“You’re a little dude,” Red blurted. Lindy slapped her forehead.

“That’s not the point.”

“What I hear is that we need more of that source matter. Tell me what it is and I’ll get it, come hell or high water. Then will you share?”

“Probably not.”

“You little cretin!”

“So big, and you haul around such a tiny brain. What a shame.” Ankh stood with his tiny legs shoulder-width apart and stared the big man down.

Lindy smiled at the Crenellian. He didn’t respond.

Red started to reach for him, but Lindy caught his arm. Red looked ashamed.

“I’m sorry, Ankh. You are a bigger man than me.” Red returned to the rec room and set up the weight bench, in search of a way to burn off the energy that coursed through his veins. He didn’t know what would come of the Magistrate’s conversation. He didn’t even know with whom she’d be talking. His job was to be ready when she took action.

He started pounding out reps.

“Let me know what you need to source the food processor, and we’ll obtain as much of it as the system can hold,” Lindy said softly, taking a knee so she could look the Crenellian in the eye.

Jay appeared with the dentist. “If you give us a list of meals, we can build a supply to have a set menu. I don’t think ‘catch as catch can’ and ‘grab what you want’ are keeping us close as a crew. We should have set meals, and that way, we can help Floyd to keep from overeating. She’s gotten a little plump since she’s joined the crew.”

No! More pizza, Floyd called.

“I think what you meant to say was no more pizza, and you’d be right. A lean Floyd is a happy Floyd.”

Snorting and grunting, the wombat shuffled away.

“A gorged Floyd is a happy Floyd, just like a gorged Red,” the big man remarked. “It takes a lot of fuel to run this engine.”

Everyone looked at him.

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