The Chronicles of Benjamin Jamison Mission 1: The Scarab Moons by Wright Thomas

Author:Wright, Thomas [Wright, Thomas]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2016-01-04T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

A few minutes pasted quietly, I knew Terri was just letting the ride lull the militia soldier into distraction. Even with her arm in a sling, I knew she would go for him and she did. I twisted and caught Antolini around the waist and pulled her back, half across me and the bench seat we sat on.

Arrendondo reached over and grabbed her by the ear. Terri turned her head, ready to fight.

"Private, I've had about enough of you. If you don’t sit down and shut your mouth, you’re through,” she said. “You will sit it out with the lieutenant’s group in the warehouse, waiting to get off this flea-bitten shithole."

Antolini’s new nemesis sitting across from us was smirking, he was going to keep it up until he got what he wanted, so I didn’t let her go. My friend was never going to make it to her next promotion if she didn’t get herself together.

I slid my arm in behind her and grabbed her by the belt with my other hand. She slid off me, but we were still shoulder-to-shoulder.

"You need to chill out, or we’re going to end up in trouble,” I said, giving her a little nudge with my shoulder.

"I don’t need you or your help!" she said, trying to get out of my grip.

"Of course not. Forget I said anything." I still wasn’t going to let loose of her belt. "When the time comes I'll be there, whether you want me with you or not.”

It had been a bad day. The asshats sitting across from us didn’t care about the two body bags on the floor; they weren't their people. I would be glad when we were far away from them. Terri was breathing normally and had calmed down.

They had taken Phil on ahead to their medical facility but left two body bags and our dead for us. Not sure why, but it pissed me off the more I looked at them lying there. Lance Corporal Abel and PFC Jenks were alliance soldiers on alliance soil. We were in a civilized populated city.

Their blood stained the walk and the street. The glass had nearly cut Corporal Abel's head off and Jenks had caught a large piece in the chest, right through the heart. De La Cruz was almost gutted. They deserved better.

We made it to the militia compound and got our gear together then loaded back up into the same personnel carrier. Fifteen minutes later, we were at the warehouse unloading and getting moved in. A shuttle would be arriving shortly for the bodies.

Corporal Meadows and Staff Sergeant Phillips, our platoon sergeant, met us once we had deposited our gear and said the lieutenant wanted to see us. We followed them to her makeshift office and waited outside the door.

It seemed that the captain and lieutenant were having words — words which were getting louder by the minute. From what I could ascertain, the platoon was going to moon 6912 to investigate the possibility of a rebel training camp.

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