“It’s… It’s just a feeling that I have.”
“About what?”
“My species.”
“In what way?”
“Ever since I came out of cryo-sleep I’ve been having this feeling of… This constant feeling of….“ She looked away and he saw concern in her face.
“Of what?” He asked her.
“That I’m getting near them. Like… like they are somewhere nearby. It’s like they’re in another room or something.”
Knowing what he knew about her species, he didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what else to say, and neither did she.
(6)
“What the…? Aw, come on!” It was Commodore Parker; he was lying down on a bed naked, he just finished taking off his briefs. He was talking to a prostitute which he needed to see after his place was robbed. It’s not like he was married, nor did he had a girlfriend. Not living near a planet (or a moon) with a large population made it hard for him to find someone. Living in Roscadia didn’t help him much either. He just needed a quick fix, something to take his mind off of his troubles that he’s been having lately.
“I just don’t wanna catch anything.” She said looking down at what he had between his legs.
“What!? It’s just a rash!”
“Whatever.” She said as she started to get up and leave.
“Well at least give me my money back.”
She turned and gave him a dirty look, then turn to the entrance of the doorway and shouted out, “Little John, I’m having problems with this guy.”
“Aw, come on.” Commodore Parker said with his eyes wide with fear. “Oh God, not him. Please, please, please, please, I don’t want any trouble. Just give me my money back and… “
Just then three large, tall and muscular men came in; two of them grabs him off the bed and threw him up against the wall and held him there. The third man, Little John, stood before him and said, “You wanna mess with one of my girls?”
Before Commodore Parker could say anything he felt the first of many punches to his torso. With a few going to his face. Little John then put his right hand on the back of Commodore Parker’s neck then bend him forward so that he could see the floor. Then Little John put his left on hand on the back of Commodore Parker’s neck and then kneed him hard in his gut.
The door to the alley flew open with a loud bang, Commodore Parker and his clothes then flew out. He hit the wall and fell in some trash. Little John stood there in the entrance of the door with a smirk on his face. He had Commodore Parker’s money (which must have been between $500 - $1,000 dollars) in his right hand waving it at him, in his left hand Little John held a gun.
“What? I was just taking out the trash.” Little John said with a crooked smile.
“Do you know who you are dealing with?”
“Yeah. Do you know who I am, and who really runs this city?” Little John said as he raised his left hand and pointed the gun at Commodore Parker. Little John had the look of murder in his eyes. Commodore Parker could see it. Oh lord, could he see it.
“Wait, wait! You don’t want to do this! I’m not worth it! Please don’t! Oh God please don’t do it!”
“BANG!” Little John shouted out causing Commodore Parker to flinch. Seeing that Little John laughed out loud. He then turned around to go back inside waving Commodore Parker’s money as he did so.
Commodore Parker sat there for a while. He then got up, grab his clothes and began to put them back on. He was cursing himself deep down inside for going there, as well as blaming the city.
“God I hate this place.” He said crying out of frustration. “I just got to get away. If it’s the last thing I do. I just can’t stand this place anymore. I WILL find a way. I swear it.”
(7)
“Whaddaya mean, ‘You don’t have enough!?’” It was Warrant Officer Bryce. He is the only Australian in Task Force ZH-3C and he is starting to get
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