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Authors: Kevin Battleson
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everyday. This terrorist attack is an excellent opportunity for us.”
David looked into the mirrored closet doors, shying away from his all too feminine face, his slip of a body, trying to keep the soprano out of his voice. “So it would seem.”
She turned around toward him and smiled. “So modest. You were the one who placed the bug inside my father’s office.”
“The primus has his weaknesses. I serve him his Gin, it was simple.”
Coquette smiled wickedly, the curl of her lip arching up towards the left. The wolfish grin never left her face. “If the primus only knew that it was you, sweet, innocent David, who was betraying him. My father would curse himself for a fool a million times over. So clever. So handsome. Such a waste.” She turned back of her hand up and dragged the tip of her finger down the center of his chest, sending a slight shiver through his spine. “Tell me, when was it you gave up on women? And don’t tell me you were born this way, I can see it in your eyes.”
David struggled to meet her eyes, and said, “Ten years ago.”
Coquette turned around, and leaned over to pick up the gun off the bed. “This gun was used to kill the president of the American Empire, back when it was still a republic, in twenty-one thirty-four. Andrew Black was a reformist, wanted to replace all the nukes with F.A.E. munitions, had the whole nation behind him. But some old fuck, sipping bourbon and smoking cigars at his country club, hired some dirt poor immigrant with a family to feed to kill him with it, then disappeared into the scenery, hiding behind the clockwork of the political process.”
She leveled it at his chest. He jumped as she poked him playfully in the chest with the barrel. “Relax, David.” She upturned her hand and ran the barrel of the gun across the side of his face. A tear streamed down his cheek, and he whispered, “Please… don’t.”
She put the gun under his chin, and pulled back the trigger. “Or you’ll what?” She seemed to shiver a bit as she ran tip of the barrel down his neck, over his chest, down his abdomen. She shoved the gun into his pants, brushed her hand against his cheek, and kissed him gently on the lips. He stiffened against the barrel, now warm. She uncocked the pistol as she pulled it out of his pants, then patted him below with the gun, causing him to jump again.
She took the holoreader cylinder from his hand. “Relax. You’re too useful to kill. Go run to one of your precious companions. If I’m feeling generous you’ll have your money by the end of the day.” David rushed out the door, and Coquette opened the door of her end table, pulling out a bottle of bourbon and a glass. She poured herself a drink, then set the bottle aside and pulled up Raydin’s photo on the reader. “I think you will do quite nicely.” She whispered to herself.
She sat down, watched his face as the picture scrolled to the side and zoomed. She perused his record, and said, “Very nice, indeed.”
*
Raydin woke up in an elevator. He was on the floor, surrounded by people. He looked the chains around his wrists and his ankles, then immediately looked up at his captor. What he saw was a man who couldn’t have been more than five feet tall. He spoke, “Relax. You’re not going to iso and you’re not in trouble. The queen has taken an interest in you, but if you’re going to cause trouble, I’ll be happy to put you right back under.” Raydin held his breath, then sighed and leaned back onto the floor.
“You can stand up if you like.” Raydin stood up, and asked the guard, “You got a cig?” The guard pulled out a pack and handed him one. Raydin slid it up his sleeve took a look around the massive glass elevator. Crowds of people, looking eager, excited, sometimes desperate, were lined up in rows. The elevator was attached to a large shaft, and as he went up, he saw
David looked into the mirrored closet doors, shying away from his all too feminine face, his slip of a body, trying to keep the soprano out of his voice. “So it would seem.”
She turned around toward him and smiled. “So modest. You were the one who placed the bug inside my father’s office.”
“The primus has his weaknesses. I serve him his Gin, it was simple.”
Coquette smiled wickedly, the curl of her lip arching up towards the left. The wolfish grin never left her face. “If the primus only knew that it was you, sweet, innocent David, who was betraying him. My father would curse himself for a fool a million times over. So clever. So handsome. Such a waste.” She turned back of her hand up and dragged the tip of her finger down the center of his chest, sending a slight shiver through his spine. “Tell me, when was it you gave up on women? And don’t tell me you were born this way, I can see it in your eyes.”
David struggled to meet her eyes, and said, “Ten years ago.”
Coquette turned around, and leaned over to pick up the gun off the bed. “This gun was used to kill the president of the American Empire, back when it was still a republic, in twenty-one thirty-four. Andrew Black was a reformist, wanted to replace all the nukes with F.A.E. munitions, had the whole nation behind him. But some old fuck, sipping bourbon and smoking cigars at his country club, hired some dirt poor immigrant with a family to feed to kill him with it, then disappeared into the scenery, hiding behind the clockwork of the political process.”
She leveled it at his chest. He jumped as she poked him playfully in the chest with the barrel. “Relax, David.” She upturned her hand and ran the barrel of the gun across the side of his face. A tear streamed down his cheek, and he whispered, “Please… don’t.”
She put the gun under his chin, and pulled back the trigger. “Or you’ll what?” She seemed to shiver a bit as she ran tip of the barrel down his neck, over his chest, down his abdomen. She shoved the gun into his pants, brushed her hand against his cheek, and kissed him gently on the lips. He stiffened against the barrel, now warm. She uncocked the pistol as she pulled it out of his pants, then patted him below with the gun, causing him to jump again.
She took the holoreader cylinder from his hand. “Relax. You’re too useful to kill. Go run to one of your precious companions. If I’m feeling generous you’ll have your money by the end of the day.” David rushed out the door, and Coquette opened the door of her end table, pulling out a bottle of bourbon and a glass. She poured herself a drink, then set the bottle aside and pulled up Raydin’s photo on the reader. “I think you will do quite nicely.” She whispered to herself.
She sat down, watched his face as the picture scrolled to the side and zoomed. She perused his record, and said, “Very nice, indeed.”
*
Raydin woke up in an elevator. He was on the floor, surrounded by people. He looked the chains around his wrists and his ankles, then immediately looked up at his captor. What he saw was a man who couldn’t have been more than five feet tall. He spoke, “Relax. You’re not going to iso and you’re not in trouble. The queen has taken an interest in you, but if you’re going to cause trouble, I’ll be happy to put you right back under.” Raydin held his breath, then sighed and leaned back onto the floor.
“You can stand up if you like.” Raydin stood up, and asked the guard, “You got a cig?” The guard pulled out a pack and handed him one. Raydin slid it up his sleeve took a look around the massive glass elevator. Crowds of people, looking eager, excited, sometimes desperate, were lined up in rows. The elevator was attached to a large shaft, and as he went up, he saw
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