“Sir! Sir!” a page called out across the office as the security chief gave orders to beta squad concerning their search sector.
“Alight boys and girls get to it and don't get shot.” He dismissed the squad he was currently briefing, “What is it Hawkeye?”
“We got a report of gun fire at the dock yard.” She handed him the dispatch and the complaint orders.
Cho looked down he read the date stamp on the dispatch and cursed, “Damn it. The droid is probably a distraction. We got a heist on our hands.”
His head spun as he put together details that weren't exactly there but were not far stretches, “They probably used condensed pheromones to confuse the droid. Sound a general alert and have all of the ED-290 's locked down.”
Hawkeye eyed the Chief, “Bit of a stretch sir?”
“No, not really. They were scouting us at the first incident. We have to lock down some our heaviest guns and chase after a defective units while they...” He pulled up the day's itinerary, “Hit the transfer at 08:30.”
“Have Roy and Bill get their squads to the refinery and the vaults.” He pulled out another set of papers and scribbled down two sets of orders for his two senior lieutenants.
She gave him a look expressing her disbelief, “You're basing this off a malfunctioning droid and a few gawkers? The two nine oh's aren't the pinnacle of reliability.”
“Yea, but those spooks that were watching the scene add in.” He signed the tablet and the paper orders, “My orders, now get to it.”
She moved off to the communication room leaving him to figure out how to get his people back into position and subdue the 290 still on the loose.
Another page came in, “Sir, we just got a distress beacon from patrol six.”
Cho bellowed out a curse, “Shit, this may be an inside job.”
“Sir?” The page blinked at the usually calm commander's panic, “Shouldn't we at least check out the beacon?”
He blinked at the younger woman and nodded, “Wake up Vincent have her and Hopkins take a pass over the farm with the cobra that has the ground penetrating radar. Get all the other pilots back on the ground. If anybody refuses pull their IFF code.”
******
A dozen docking slips down a Ganymede trawler buzzed with activity. A group of mercenaries double checked their weapons and armor. A voice bellowed out, “Where the hell is Frank. I thought I told him to leave those colonists alone.”
A voice answered back, “He took his brothers and a few of the newbies to go check out that firefly.”
The older man bellowed out, “God damn it I told them to stay low find out what they were. Sticking up god damn tourists is not how you make money.”
He looked over his men and sighed, “This is a god damn disaster. Two freaking hours to go and they decide to chase a few stray credits.”
Several of his more seasoned crew just nodded. Another mercenary spoke up, “I'll prep the lancer. Well have to go without spotters.”
The boss nodded and started to pace, “Too late to back out now. Bad men are expecting to be paid. We're not here for god damn pocket change. If they come back shoot them. ”
He stormed off to his quarters on the ship letting out the occasional curse, “I'm to old to be doing grunt work. Bloody yokel amateurs! I should have never agreed to this job.” He popped open his personal foot locker retrieving a set of body armor and weapons.
Read the comments on this episode
(Posted Sat, 20 Feb 2010 01:50)
Questions? Problems? Suggestions?
Send a mail to addventure@bast-enterprises.de
or use the contact form.
らんま1/2 © Rumiko Takahashi
All other series and their characters are © by their respective creators or owners. No claims of ownership of these characters are implied by the authors of this Addventure, or should be inferred.
The Anime Addventure is a non-profit site.