Sten Chronicles #03 - The Court of a Thousand Suns by Chris Bunch & Allan Cole

Author:Chris Bunch & Allan Cole [Bunch, Chris & Cole, Allan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, Fiction, General, Space Opera
ISBN: 9780345316813
Google: vi_wAAAACAAJ
Publisher: Random House
Published: 1990-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

"We're lookin' for a villain," Sten snapped.

"Came to the right place, mister," Chetwynd drawled.

Sten ignored the subtle rudeness. "Name's Dynsman."

"Dynsman… Dynsman…" Chetwynd puzzled, then he let his eyes brighten. "Yar. He's still alive. We got a Dynsman."

"Where?"

Chetwynd pointed, and Sten turned to see their target at the shoreline cleaning out a flat-bottomed skiff.

"Useless bugger, if you don't mind me saying so, mister. Can't do a clotting day's decent work. I'd put him washin' pots if I didn't figure he'd poison us all with his carelessness."

Sten and Alex ignored Chetwynd and began stalking across the beach, their bootheels grating heavily.

Dynsman barely had a chance to see them coming. Just as he raised his head, Alex grabbed him by the base of the neck and lifted him off the ground.

"Villain Dynsman?"

"Yeeeesss, mister."

"Wanna talk wi' y't lad."

Alex tossed the little man into the boat, gave Sten a glance, caught the nod, and climbed in after him. He picked up the oars as Sten tossed off the tie, and clambered in after him. Alex began rowing out into the sea.

"Honest, mister," Dynsman wailed. "I didn't do nothin'…" Then in a flash of inspiration, he pointed an accusing finger at the receding mountain that was Chetwynd. "He made me build that bomb!"

"Is that right?" Sten said. "You're a bomb builder, are you?"

Dynsman was in instant terror. Maybe they didn't know… oh, clot, what was he into?

"Tell us aboot it, lad," Alex soothed.

"Well, see, he asked me…and…and I said I had some experience at explosives… and…"

"Shaddup," Sten hissed. "We don't give a clot about Chetwynd."

Dynsman just stared at Sten as it occurred to him that something terrible was about to happen.

"Tell us about the Covenanter," Sten snapped.

"Oh, my god," Dynsman breathed.

Alex gave him a cuff. "Ah canna abide blasphemy."

"Forget it," Sten said. "Let's just kill him now. Get it over with."

Sten curled his fingers and let the slim needle that was his knife spring into his palm. Dynsman saw it and began to sweat in real horror. "I didn't know it was political. I never do political work. Ask anybody.

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