The Gestalt Job by Josh Rhoades & Mike Rutledge

Author:Josh Rhoades & Mike Rutledge [Rhoades, Josh & Rutledge, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Driftwind Writing Services
Published: 2019-12-19T22:00:00+00:00

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When Vasili rapped a knuckle on Henner’s cabin, he startled when the hatch swung open a second later. “The uh, captain and lord judge need you.”

“Justice waits for no man.” Henner stuck a placeholder in the book he had been reading, cinched his silken robe tight, and strolled to the forward ladder with a steaming mug of tea in hand.

After searching for Deirdre in both the galley and infirmary, Vasili stumbled into the darkened cargo bay. He nearly broke a toe discovering that someone had rearranged cargo crates and he could no longer navigate by memory alone. The odeum lights that ran beneath the catwalks had been extinguished or did not work to begin with, but the soft glow from a handheld lamp illuminated the towering shard lashed to the center of the hold, and draw Vasili inward.

“Hello?”

Deirdre was slumped motionless across a portable writing desk. Her rhythmic snores ruffled the pages of an open book covered in equations, runes, and notes written in Lat. The rectangular face of the stone they had acquired in Schultzwald loomed above. The canvas had been pulled back to reveal the dark surface of the stone, which reflected an otherworldly gleam from the physiker’s lamp, but also seemed to absorb it at the same time. A series of trays, jars, and containers were arrayed in a precise semicircle before the shard, each filled with a different substance. Her tests?

Vasili approached on quiet feet. Deirdre’s hair had been pulled into a bun, though a stray lock spilled out over her face. Vasili had an intense desire to brush it behind her ear. Just like Jim Lestat would do.

As if sensing someone nearby, Deirdre snorted and shot up trailing a length of drool. A stack of loose notes fell to scatter across the deck. Her glazed eyes followed them before coalescing on Vasili, and she gave him a long, bewildered look.

“S-sorry to wake you. Captain and Judge Gestalt need you. In the pilothouse.”

Deirdre inhaled sharply through her nose, held her breath for a moment, and let loose a disappointed sigh. “Fuck. Yeah, alright. Go. Tell them I’ll be there—” She held up a hand dripping with spilled ink. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

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