VFF The Book Continues Part 6
POSTED BY: Colt99
UPDATED: Friday, June 3, 2016 04:01
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the doorbell Rattled as Spots entered the store
Clerk: (not looking up from his duties) Hello and welcome to Sullivan's ship supply how can I help you....(Looking up and seeing Spots face)... Misha they said you died.
Spots: And they were right Misha Andreevich Died that night. Its Spots now, i would like you to keep my return under your hat Tony (tapping the brim of his hat, Tony nodded) thanks
Tony: So what can I do for you?
Spots: Im shipped out on a Firefly that's in need of some repair
Tony: yeah we have plent of Firefly stuff laying around
Spots: Good, I need 2 docking clamps and a extender rail, and about 70 square feet of Solar Panels
Tony; yeah thats a can do... got money?
Spots: yeah (he pulls out a card a swipes it)
Tony: ok your all set, where is it getting delivered
Spots: Delivered?
Tony: yeah i owe you that much
Spots: Thanks Tony (tuning to leave)
I'll see you around
Tony: Hey Mish....Spots before you go, Roy would like to see you, he was crushed when you left.
Spots:... yeah if hes up to his old tricks, where can i see him?
Tony: here (handing spots a piece of paper with an address on it)
Spots: (at the door) Thanks again Tony... its good to see you
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Something shifting in her surrounds caused Oram to groggily open her eyes. The first thing she noticed was that the damn room was too bright before seeing that two uniform clad men were currently trudging through the galley.
What they were searching for was beyond her, but the panic that rose up her back and throat made her sober up pretty damn fast. She glanced around but couldn’t find her damn glasses and this time they weren’t on her face. Tugging her tank top down, she winced at the hiss of pain that escaped her lips.
One of the strangers swung around and pointed his gun at her. Not wanting to be shot in the face just yet, Oram slowly raised her hands as much as stiff, sore and injured muscles would allow.
Man: Rick, she’s awake. Makes the job easier not having to haul her pi gu off this sorry piece of crap.
Oram: The piece of crap is my home.
Rick: According to the boss, it ain’t anymore.
Oram felt the blood drain from her face. Taking her chances, she made to get up and escape but her foot caught on a fallen pillow and she fell to the ground with a pained cry. ‘Rick’, if that was his name, went to grab her shoulder not realising the recent injuries Oram had taken were still raw and that the pain medication had long since worn off. She couldn’t help the bloodcurdling scream of pain that escaped, but she did mean for her foot to connect with his knee and then his abdomen, he fell to his knees, dropping his gun.
Taking the split second she grabbed his weapon, but he was too fast and knocked it from her loose grip, his knee knocking some cracked ribs as he straddled her to try and get her limbs under some sort of control. Now she was fighting dirty and in response she spat in his face, blinding him but it didn’t stop her from head-butting him, doing nothing but mostly likely giving herself a mild concussion and a bleeding wound on her forehead.
Rick: Adrian, gorram help me! She’s high on something!
The two of them managed to force the small woman onto her front where they pulled her arms around to her back and using tie-wires to bound her hands together so she didn’t cause anymore trouble. She naturally swore and screamed at them in anger and pain, feeling her head swim from them jostling her injuries around, nor could she prevent the hot tears from falling in frustration and fear. Of course it wasn’t the first time she’d been subdued and bound by the law, but usually it was while being dragged away from a confrontation while drunk and disorderly from some musky bar.
Well, then again…
The men picked her up and dragged her non-too-gently down to the cargo bay and her swimming head could register another set of raised voices that she knew were Abbey’s … and Grayson.
Instantly she knew the bastard was behind this and she swore to kick him in the crutch next chance she got.
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At first Colt didn’t give the large truck parked in front of the Book a second thought. Spots had gone into town for parts. It was probably just a delivery. It was when he saw the hover parked next to it come into view that he locked up the brakes on the mule. Hovers in general were expensive. This one was very expensive, more for a show than for work. Whoever it belonged to wasn’t dropping off parts.
He pulled the mule off the road into a ditch. Mobbex spotted the sentries, one near the truck, the other at the rear of the Book. Not only were they not dropping off parts, they were expecting trouble.
Colt assessed the situation and gave Mobbex the plan. The two men split off in different directions. Colt circled high and out of sight toward the truck. Once he was in position near the truck, he waited for the Mobbex. He cringed as he heard the engine of the new Mule rev high. It came flying down the road and veered toward the rear of the Book. Mobbex had the throttle peg as he closed the final few meters to the guard. The man spun towards him and raised his rifle. He was too late. Mobbex leaped from the Mule and caught the guard with an elbow to the chin, turning off his lights.
The driver of the truck jumped out and started towards the back of the Book. He was about to use the comm, when Colt knocked him out with the butt of his gun.
“Two down and who knows how many left on board” Colt said as he turned headed up the ramp, his pistol, holstered, his hands raised high.
He was met on the ramp by two uniformed officers. They locked their weapons on him and began to shout orders. Colt stopped dropped his gun belt,and placed his hands on his head. Then he heard Abbey scream his name.
Mobbex added the guard’s weapons to his own and did the same with the cash he was carrying. He stuck to the plan hoping that Colt wasn’t already dead. Not so much because he respected, cared or even much liked him, but it would just be easier to get out of this mess with an extra gun around. Once he made it up the ladder to the top of the Book he glanced down at the Mule, it had flipped a few times after he jumped off and from the amount of smoke pouring out of it, the engine would be ruined. It might be better if Colt was already dead, the merc thought as he made it the airlock.
Colt tried to keep his cool as he was led the rest of the way up the ramp. His muscles tensed as he heard Abbey scream his name again. He stepped inside the cargo bay. He eyes adjusted swiftly to the lighting. He saw Oram covered by one officer, Brit and Wash were nowhere to be seen. He heard Abbey’s voice again. It was coming from her shuttle. He started to jerk free from the escorts, but froze in his steps as he saw the man leading Wash into the bay, Grayson.
“Captain” He nodded smugly.
“What are you doing on my ship? Where is Abbey?" Colt said angrily.
“I’m doing my job” Grayson replied shoving Wash down to the floor. “Those women are my responsibility and although I have neglected my duty as of late I assure you I will not again.”
“Sorry Colt, they caught me napping” She said.
“Where are the others? Your first mate, mechanic, and that man ape you keep around?” Grayson said calmly as he trained his pistol on Colt.
At that moment Abbey came out on the catwalk. She was being carried by two officers, fighting the whole way.
“Grayson you can't do this” she pleaded almost in tears. She saw Colt and redoubled her efforts to escape her captures. “Colt don’t let him do this….Grayson, he…he wants to abort the baby.”
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“Grayson you can't do this” abbey pleaded almost in tears. She saw Colt and redoubled her efforts to escape her captures. “Colt don’t let him do this….Grayson, he…he wants to abort the baby.”
"Oh give me a BREAK!" Grayson laughed cynically. "You don't actually believe you were going to go through with it, did you?"
He waved the gun wildly back and forth between Colt and abbey.
"You know it isn't smart, abbey," he said in an patronizing manner. "If you needed to bolt, could you do it while carrying an infant or even a small child? Please..."
He motioned outside with his head.
"So I decided what needed done in case you were considering on being stupid," Grayson continued smugly. "Maybe I should have him fix it so you won't have to worry about this kind of thing ever again. It's not smart and you know it abbey."
Grayson turned to Colt and steadied the gun on him.
"And I blame you."
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After a city bus ride Spots found himself back in St. Peters square, unaware of the strife back at the book. It was Evening now and the Statue of Peter the Great was lit up casting a foreboding figure against the dwindling light of the skyline. The rattle of Balalaika music floating out of one of the nearby cafes, Ezra was populated by mostly people of Russian decent, with all the shops signage in 3 languages Russian, English, and Chinese. It had seemed like a life time ago,some say it was, when he first came here after his "Graduation" from the Alliance Facility. He stood on this very corner of the square and seen the Hero from earth that was. It was here that he took a new name and began a life control by the "organization" or as most folk called it the "thief's guild." about 2 years ago at the bar at the corner of Gorokhovaya and Krazanskaya streets that he "died" for leaving the "guild" leaving 6 dead and 3 wounded men around him he left the bar only to collapsed from the wounds that he had received. For months he was under the care of an old woman, that picked him up off of the street. after a full recovery he ran for a year he though they would find him but they did not, his "price tag" was too much to pay.
With his thoughts returning to the present he opened the note that Tony had scribbled Roy's Address 121 Lyoni Street. Quickly covering the 3 blocks to the address, Spots found himself standing in front of an Inn, smelling of Cheep Vodka and Shashlik
Spots entered slowly scanning the mostly empty public house. a man sat alone at the bar, Spots walked over and sat next to the man.
Spots: (to the barkeep) Comerade, I'll have a Beer and some shashlik with peppers and mushrooms
the Barkeep nods
Roy: funny... i knew a guy that used to order shashlik like that
Spots: Im sure its fairly common. (not looking up)
Roy: no not around here
Spots: well then what are the odds....
Roy; no (he mutters to himself)
Spots (looking up from his drink) its good to see you Roy
Roy: Misha its not possible your dead!!!
Spots: it is... Misha is dead... Roy I need some help.
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Grayson seemed not quite sane. He had a gun and waving it around a little too much.
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"You know it isn't smart, abbey," he said in an patronizing manner. "If you needed to bolt, could you do it while carrying an infant or even a small child? Please..."
He was running off at the mouth, very nearly spilling her secrets to anyone standing nearby. She cast a sideways glance at Colt to see what his reaction was, but saw nothing to be concerned with... yet.
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"So I decided what needed done in case you were considering on being stupid," Grayson continued smugly. "Maybe I should have him fix it so you won't have to worry about this kind of thing ever again. It's not smart and you know it abbey."
abbey's jaw just dropped. He couldn't be serious... could he? She looked back at Colt again, fear evident in her eyes. Then the situation got worse. Grayson had trained his gun on Colt.
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"And I blame you."
This couldn't be happening. Grayson had been such a good friend once. He had even been more than that a long time ago in their past. Now he seemed jealous beyond reason.
"Grayson... Don't hurt him!" she yelled as she wrenched herself free from the guard carrying her and ran towards the two men.
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"Grayson... Don't hurt him!" she yelled as she wrenched herself free from the guard carrying her and ran towards the two men.
abbey ran towards Grayson in particular, wanting to get the gun off of Colt. As she got near him, he sidestepped her and grabbed her arm to stop her. As she spun around, he delivered a strong backhand to her face, knocking her back a couple of feet and onto the ground.
All the while, the gun still trained on Colt.
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Roy: This is as far as I go pal.
Spots: thanks Roy… for everything
Roy; well consider us even I always pay a debt.
Spots: well I happen to know you don’t but it’s a nice sentiment. (Stepping out of the car placing his Jericho pistol in his waist band)
Roy; yeah well.. I do what I can. Ok remember Rune should be waiting for you in the by warehouse #6
Spots; well I still don’t trust it but I have to do this I made a promise.
Roy; it will be fine Rune doesn’t like his job much anyhow.
Short silence
Roy: good luck Misha.
Spots: thanks Roy… see you on the other side.
( Roy turns the car about and Spots runs off into the darkness.
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Warehouse #6
Rune was waiting for his contact. He had a favor to do for Roy and Roy had said this guy was genuine. Roy had never steered him wrong, but he was still on edge.
On edge was mainly due to not knowing who the guy was. Roy said he went by a couple of names, but he didn't know which one he was using now and he didn't want to compromise any identity his friend was using.
Roy owed him as much.
So Rune leaned up against the building at the appointed place and waited. He was on guard though. The uncertainty still making his concerned.
But he trusted Roy and he hoped that if things went wrong, he would still be alive just so he could plug the hundan with a couple of holes.
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Abbey hit the floor and Colt instinctively moved towards her. A shot rang out and Colt braced for the bullet's impact. There was none. He turned to Grayson only to see him looking up to the catwalk. There stood Mobbex, auto rifle in one hand scatter gun in the other.
“Didn’t see that coming did ya? ” Mobbex said smiling broadly.
Grayson spun his side arm back to Colt, but he was too late, Colt had closed the space between the two and gripped his pistol hand at the same time he landed a vicious blow to Grayson’s ribs. Colt smashed Grayson’s gun hand into a support shaft and the pistol skittered across the cargo bay floor. Wash kicked the guard neatest her hard in the knee and rolled across the floor coming up with the loose firearm. More strafing fire let loose from the catwalk freezing the extraction team in place.
Colt and Grayson were blind to all of this, they only saw blood. Grayson came at Colt with a flurry of blows most of which found their mark. Colt's body reeled back and he dropped to one knee. As Grayson came in for a quick finish Colt met him with a punch to the abdomen, then grabbed the back of his ankle and pulled him off balance. Rising he caught him across the bridge of his nose with an elbow and Grayson fell back, blood gushing from his freshly broken nose. He charged again with a wild swing that Colt ducked easily. It was a sucker play and Colt paid for it when Grayson connected with a roundhouse kick that sent Colt to the deck.
Grayson stood over him ““I seem to recall this didn’t work out well for you last time. You can’t hide behind Abbey this time”
“I assume you have a Doctor on your ship? You’ll be needing him” Colt replied.
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