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upper hand. Finally, Loren stopped fighting back and instead ran towards the pirate, which sent the man against the bulkhead with Loren close up. He gave the man a knee to the ribs, then a right elbow to the jaw. The pirate's head snapped around and he tried to bring his face up to see his attacker. Loren just punched him in the throat, leading with his knuckles. The man fell right to the floor, gagging and retching as he tried to un-collapse his windpipe.
"If you puke on me, I will make you suffer," Loren warned, out of breath. Fights were hard, and he wasn't as skilled as someone like Halley Pascal. She knew about pressure points, using an opponent's momentum. All Loren knew was that if you hit somebody hard enough, they fell down and stayed that way for a while.
He spun around, rifle to his shoulder, to see what had happened to Velk. The Priman was standing there, patiently waiting for Loren to notice him, unconscious pirate as his feet.
"I am ready to proceed," he announced.
Loren could only nod. "To the bridge, then."
Halley, Web and Mithus had spent the first night carefully hand picking a small number of senators that would eventually be let in on the plan. Operational security dictated that the politicians not know until the last second, but the three of them assumed they'd be busy running the operation and not have time for counting bodies and keeping everyone in line. For that, they'd need some of the senators themselves to help take charge.
"Ok, so we have our chaperones picked out," recapped Web as the three of them sat at the end of a table in the commissary the next evening. "We know what each of us is doing during the evac and where our transportation will pick us up. But we still haven't decided on the distraction to kick off the festivities."
"We could fake a fight," Mithus offered as he looked at Web with a lopsided grin. "I could knock you out and during the confusion we jump them."
"Who says you'd take me out?" Web replied. "You're looking a little thin and weak there, you know. I might be able to take you."
"Boys," Halley interrupted. "The man we need is the guard on the outer perimeter, walking along the fence on the inside with us. He's wearing body armor and has a short range tactical comm setup; you can tell by the antenna stub on his shoulder. We need to eliminate him first before he calls in reinforcements from everywhere. If the guards inside the security station have to do it, they'll be scrambled and blocked by the virus that will attack their network when we start this." She glanced back at them to gauge their reaction. "Sent that one in last week; you're welcome. What's more, the guards on the inside here are lax; look at the way they shuffle around with their rifles slung half the time. They're used to guarding docile politicians, not combat prisoners. If we can grab even one of them, we'll control this courtyard in minutes. So, how do we get the guard with the radio?"
"I'll go up to him and get his attention," offered Web. "I'll do something to get him to focus just on me; maybe I'll make him mad and try to get him to smack me around a bit."
"Is that the part where you'll cry like a little girl?" asked Mithus innocently.
"Yes; I learned by watching you cry every time you ran out of steam after three or four pushups."
Mithus was trying hard not to smile. This officer was a cool operator; he wondered if Halley had tried to recruit him.
"So the guards eyeball him and we take them out?" asked Halley. "Seems too
"If you puke on me, I will make you suffer," Loren warned, out of breath. Fights were hard, and he wasn't as skilled as someone like Halley Pascal. She knew about pressure points, using an opponent's momentum. All Loren knew was that if you hit somebody hard enough, they fell down and stayed that way for a while.
He spun around, rifle to his shoulder, to see what had happened to Velk. The Priman was standing there, patiently waiting for Loren to notice him, unconscious pirate as his feet.
"I am ready to proceed," he announced.
Loren could only nod. "To the bridge, then."
Halley, Web and Mithus had spent the first night carefully hand picking a small number of senators that would eventually be let in on the plan. Operational security dictated that the politicians not know until the last second, but the three of them assumed they'd be busy running the operation and not have time for counting bodies and keeping everyone in line. For that, they'd need some of the senators themselves to help take charge.
"Ok, so we have our chaperones picked out," recapped Web as the three of them sat at the end of a table in the commissary the next evening. "We know what each of us is doing during the evac and where our transportation will pick us up. But we still haven't decided on the distraction to kick off the festivities."
"We could fake a fight," Mithus offered as he looked at Web with a lopsided grin. "I could knock you out and during the confusion we jump them."
"Who says you'd take me out?" Web replied. "You're looking a little thin and weak there, you know. I might be able to take you."
"Boys," Halley interrupted. "The man we need is the guard on the outer perimeter, walking along the fence on the inside with us. He's wearing body armor and has a short range tactical comm setup; you can tell by the antenna stub on his shoulder. We need to eliminate him first before he calls in reinforcements from everywhere. If the guards inside the security station have to do it, they'll be scrambled and blocked by the virus that will attack their network when we start this." She glanced back at them to gauge their reaction. "Sent that one in last week; you're welcome. What's more, the guards on the inside here are lax; look at the way they shuffle around with their rifles slung half the time. They're used to guarding docile politicians, not combat prisoners. If we can grab even one of them, we'll control this courtyard in minutes. So, how do we get the guard with the radio?"
"I'll go up to him and get his attention," offered Web. "I'll do something to get him to focus just on me; maybe I'll make him mad and try to get him to smack me around a bit."
"Is that the part where you'll cry like a little girl?" asked Mithus innocently.
"Yes; I learned by watching you cry every time you ran out of steam after three or four pushups."
Mithus was trying hard not to smile. This officer was a cool operator; he wondered if Halley had tried to recruit him.
"So the guards eyeball him and we take them out?" asked Halley. "Seems too
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