time to stew about how four grown men were slapped around by a mere slip of a girl. See if we can get a copy of the video Whyte was talking about. Make sure our boys get to see it…repeatedly…whether they want to or not. If we can prime them right, their fuse should be easier to light and our involvement less obvious.”
Chapter 8.0
Frank lin rubbed his bald head with both hands. He dropped his hands to his crotch and gently shifted his testicles to a more comfortable position. Even after having spent two days in a medbox, his genitals still hurt a week later. The medbox had fixed any permanent damage, but the pain would take a while to go away. The anger over the Whyte girl was going to take even longer to dissipate. He glanced across the bridge at the short man sitting at the ship’s controls and cursing.
“Damn that bitch!” the short man complained.
“Okay Hunter, I’ll bite. Which bitch: Whyte or Queene?” Franklin asked.
Hunter did not look up from the readouts. “Either one or both, I don’t care which. The last thing I remember I was getting comfortably drunk. Then I have some police goon shoving a detox pill down my throat and throwing me in jail, or whatever they call that open air cage in the park.”
Franklin shifted uncomfortably in his chair, “ Why don’t you just shut up, Hunter. At least you didn’t spend any time in a medbox. And would you relax at those controls? You know there isn’t anything you can do. The course is all laid in and we are headed in the right direction.”
Hunter shook his head. “You shut up. I ain’t no spaceship pilot and neither are you. We shouldn’t be out here by ourselves.”
“ No, you shut up, moron. We aren’t by ourselves, we have McNally and Cooper,” Franklin replied.
Hunter snorted in derision, “And they aren’t any more pilots than we are.”
“Shut up , both of you,” a voice at the hatchway said. “It isn’t any more difficult to run one of these mining spaceships than it is running the pallet-loader in the warehouse.”
Franklin looked up as McNally stepped onto the bridge. The big man’s face was not exactly bruised, but it was more multicolored than usual.
Franklin asked, “Where is Cooper?”
McNally indicated with a nod of his head and then winced, “The fatso is already in the galley working on fixing lunch.”
Franklin said. “Lunch? I am still about ninety percent sick to my stomach and I have seen you look better yourself.”
“Yeah , I get sick to my stomach looking at you, too. The medbox put my cheek and jaw bones back in place, but it still hurts like it’s all broke to pieces. I don’t think I am gonna be able to chew for a month.”
Hunter said, “I think the after affects of those detox pills last twice as long as any decent hangover. I am not going to be able to eat either, maybe ever.”
Franklin and McNally said in unison, “Shut up, Hunter.”
Franklin continued, “I don’t see how Cooper can eat. He spent time in the medbox just like both of us.”
McNally replied, “That is why he is fat and we ain’t. I’ll bet the fat s.o.b. would keep eating if you sewed his rectum shut.”
McNally looked at the navigation console “So, we are still on course.” It was not a question. “On course or not, I don’t have a complaint against Queene. She did what she had to do.”
Hunter said, “Had to do? Why? We didn’t do anything to cost us our jobs and a month worth of paychecks.”
McNally said, “Shut up, Hunter. I don’t know why you can’t see what a favor she did us.” Before Hunter could interrupt he continued, “Yeah, I said favor. Look, first she finally got someone to pay our fines and get us out of the tent city jail. It was money we did not have and money we could not earn while we were locked up. She may have paid it, maybe that assistant guy of hers, and maybe she just found some back alley loan shark to get us out the lockup. It don’t matter. Second, we used to just be
Chapter 8.0
Frank lin rubbed his bald head with both hands. He dropped his hands to his crotch and gently shifted his testicles to a more comfortable position. Even after having spent two days in a medbox, his genitals still hurt a week later. The medbox had fixed any permanent damage, but the pain would take a while to go away. The anger over the Whyte girl was going to take even longer to dissipate. He glanced across the bridge at the short man sitting at the ship’s controls and cursing.
“Damn that bitch!” the short man complained.
“Okay Hunter, I’ll bite. Which bitch: Whyte or Queene?” Franklin asked.
Hunter did not look up from the readouts. “Either one or both, I don’t care which. The last thing I remember I was getting comfortably drunk. Then I have some police goon shoving a detox pill down my throat and throwing me in jail, or whatever they call that open air cage in the park.”
Franklin shifted uncomfortably in his chair, “ Why don’t you just shut up, Hunter. At least you didn’t spend any time in a medbox. And would you relax at those controls? You know there isn’t anything you can do. The course is all laid in and we are headed in the right direction.”
Hunter shook his head. “You shut up. I ain’t no spaceship pilot and neither are you. We shouldn’t be out here by ourselves.”
“ No, you shut up, moron. We aren’t by ourselves, we have McNally and Cooper,” Franklin replied.
Hunter snorted in derision, “And they aren’t any more pilots than we are.”
“Shut up , both of you,” a voice at the hatchway said. “It isn’t any more difficult to run one of these mining spaceships than it is running the pallet-loader in the warehouse.”
Franklin looked up as McNally stepped onto the bridge. The big man’s face was not exactly bruised, but it was more multicolored than usual.
Franklin asked, “Where is Cooper?”
McNally indicated with a nod of his head and then winced, “The fatso is already in the galley working on fixing lunch.”
Franklin said. “Lunch? I am still about ninety percent sick to my stomach and I have seen you look better yourself.”
“Yeah , I get sick to my stomach looking at you, too. The medbox put my cheek and jaw bones back in place, but it still hurts like it’s all broke to pieces. I don’t think I am gonna be able to chew for a month.”
Hunter said, “I think the after affects of those detox pills last twice as long as any decent hangover. I am not going to be able to eat either, maybe ever.”
Franklin and McNally said in unison, “Shut up, Hunter.”
Franklin continued, “I don’t see how Cooper can eat. He spent time in the medbox just like both of us.”
McNally replied, “That is why he is fat and we ain’t. I’ll bet the fat s.o.b. would keep eating if you sewed his rectum shut.”
McNally looked at the navigation console “So, we are still on course.” It was not a question. “On course or not, I don’t have a complaint against Queene. She did what she had to do.”
Hunter said, “Had to do? Why? We didn’t do anything to cost us our jobs and a month worth of paychecks.”
McNally said, “Shut up, Hunter. I don’t know why you can’t see what a favor she did us.” Before Hunter could interrupt he continued, “Yeah, I said favor. Look, first she finally got someone to pay our fines and get us out of the tent city jail. It was money we did not have and money we could not earn while we were locked up. She may have paid it, maybe that assistant guy of hers, and maybe she just found some back alley loan shark to get us out the lockup. It don’t matter. Second, we used to just be
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