"Marshall! Get your ass over here and help me
with this Big Head! You know we need that chip!" Officer Marshall
looked like hammered hell but his addictions were the least of my
concerns.
Marshall leaned in and grabbed Fogweet by the
neck. He was a a man a some size, and lifted the Big Head with ease. I
climbed off of the doctor and got to my feet. "Hey, hold him up in front
of me" I told Marshall and slugged Fogweet hard in the gut.
"Hey Derrick, what the hell man! You can't
just go punching...", the doctor stopped short as I picked up the shiny
gold chip off of the ground.
"Doc, I'm pretty patient with you and your freak Martian buddy over here 'cause I know you're not really
a military man, but you have no clue how important this chip is. It is
no toy, nor candy, nor anything else to be played with. I've been
through hell and high-water to acquire this from that agent, to keep it
hidden from those wild Big Heads, and to keep its location secret from
those monstrous traders. I've been beaten quite severely, chained like
an animal with no hope of escape, and bitten by what you tell me is
probably some rabid alien trader, all with the intent of reacquiring
this chip and completing my mission, so if you think that your
sensitivities or the sweet tooth of this little Martian is going to
stand in my way, you are sorely and sadly mistaken. Are we clear?"
I hadn't even noticed but I had my good arm
across Jerry's chest and had him pinned against the far wall of the
conduit. My anger subsided a bit and I took my arm off of the doctor.
His eyes were glassy behind his glasses. A tear streamed down his face,
but I could tell this was not a tear from fear, but more from adrenaline
and his own anger. He collected himself and put his finger in my face;
"You listen here you obnoxious brute. I may not be a cold-hearted,
violent, murderous soldier like you, but I am a military man and I have
made plenty of my own sacrifices just to find and help you on this
bullshit quest of yours. So remember that next time you lay hands on me
or my freak friend over there. Now, if you don't mind... Tell
your massive minion over there to release Fogweet before he chokes him
to death and explain what the hell is so important about this chip of
yours, because your secrets are getting boring and old."
Tag Team in Space is a collaborative blog by authors J. Naomi Ay (The Two Moons of Rehnor) and Ahmad Taylor (Darkside of the Moon)
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