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glass again, and swapped it for
a full one. People started introducing themselves and offering personal thanks.
I shook hands, listened to words I didn't hear, and let Jane move them on as
fast as decorum would allow.
"So you’re the one," said a
voice.
I looked up, into the face of the old man
who'd been staring at me. Something made me stand up and face him properly.
"Have we met?" I asked him,
pretty sure we hadn't.
"No, we've not met. But I know you.
You’re the one who killed my older sons, put my granddaughter in prison, and
today killed my younger son. Now it's your turn."
He placed the end of his walking stick
exactly where the Meson Blaster had hit me earlier, and pulled a semi-hidden
trigger.
Nine
I woke up in a hospital bed. I was still
fully suited. I tried to sit up, but agony prevented movement. My medical
monitor showed a large area of red on my left side.
"Don’t move," said a voice.
"You've been shot with a projectile weapon. It didn’t pierce your suit,
but it's probably left a major bruise, where you apparently already had a
bruise forming. We need to check for broken ribs, and we haven't been able to
treat it, as your suit is locked. Can you release it please?"
I shifted it back into a belt.
A doctor came into view, with several
nurses. She made an examination of all my bruises, then my ribs, and gave me a
shot for the pain. The agony subsided to a major ache. Where the Meson Blaster
had hit me, was a deep blue-purple colour.
"I'm going to give you something to
make you sleep. In the morning, we'll see if you need additional treatment. I
doubt it though. There are no bones broken, and as it's mainly bruising, it just
needs time to heal. You should know, your heart stopped for about twenty
seconds after the impact, but your medical monitor restarted it. There don't
seem to be any residual effects, but I recommend a complete checkup at a
medical facility after the bruises fade."
I nodded, and ….
I woke some time later, feeling a bit
better.
"How do you feel Jon?" asked
Alison.
I turned my head to look at her. Amanda and
Aleesha were sitting with her. They looked like they'd been up all night. A
quick check of the time told me they had been. I'd slept for nearly eight
hours.
BA was standing in the doorway, hands on
guns, ready to kill anyone who looked at her wrong. Or so it seemed from her
stance.
"I'm not sure."
I slowly sat up in bed. Amanda jumped up,
and jammed some pillows in behind me. It hadn't hurt. There was just the ache
now.
"Better I think," I said.
"The agony I felt when I first woke up is gone. Just the ache remains.
What happened?"
"That old codger shot you with a
hidden projectile gun," said Amanda. "You went down hard, and for a
moment we all thought you were dead. But your suit was intact. The bullet
didn’t penetrate. It actually bounced off your suit back into the barrel of the
gun, and severely hurt the old man's hand. The walking stick the gun was hidden
inside, disintegrated. As bullets go, it was a very large one. Without the
suit, the resulting wound would have had you bleeding out too fast to get you
help in time."
I checked my suit. It was down to eleven
percent integrity. And it wasn’t recovering. I’d need a new one by the look of
it.
"What happened to him?"
"I killed him," came from the
doorway.
"BA practically tore his head
off," said Aleesha. "He was dead before he hit the floor. Nose driven
up into his brain."
I shivered. That was too much information
the way I felt.
"He must have known it was a suicide
mission," said Alison. "There was no way to escape. Not with all of
us around you."
"I don’t think he cared anymore,"
I said.
"Who was he?" asked Amanda.
"Santiago Senior, at a guess," I
answered. "The father of the pirate who almost killed us all."
"We think so," said a new voice,
from just beyond BA. "Lance Freelander, Station Security Chief. Admiral
Hunter, will you allow me to enter please?"
"Let him in BA."
"Thank you."
a full one. People started introducing themselves and offering personal thanks.
I shook hands, listened to words I didn't hear, and let Jane move them on as
fast as decorum would allow.
"So you’re the one," said a
voice.
I looked up, into the face of the old man
who'd been staring at me. Something made me stand up and face him properly.
"Have we met?" I asked him,
pretty sure we hadn't.
"No, we've not met. But I know you.
You’re the one who killed my older sons, put my granddaughter in prison, and
today killed my younger son. Now it's your turn."
He placed the end of his walking stick
exactly where the Meson Blaster had hit me earlier, and pulled a semi-hidden
trigger.
Nine
I woke up in a hospital bed. I was still
fully suited. I tried to sit up, but agony prevented movement. My medical
monitor showed a large area of red on my left side.
"Don’t move," said a voice.
"You've been shot with a projectile weapon. It didn’t pierce your suit,
but it's probably left a major bruise, where you apparently already had a
bruise forming. We need to check for broken ribs, and we haven't been able to
treat it, as your suit is locked. Can you release it please?"
I shifted it back into a belt.
A doctor came into view, with several
nurses. She made an examination of all my bruises, then my ribs, and gave me a
shot for the pain. The agony subsided to a major ache. Where the Meson Blaster
had hit me, was a deep blue-purple colour.
"I'm going to give you something to
make you sleep. In the morning, we'll see if you need additional treatment. I
doubt it though. There are no bones broken, and as it's mainly bruising, it just
needs time to heal. You should know, your heart stopped for about twenty
seconds after the impact, but your medical monitor restarted it. There don't
seem to be any residual effects, but I recommend a complete checkup at a
medical facility after the bruises fade."
I nodded, and ….
I woke some time later, feeling a bit
better.
"How do you feel Jon?" asked
Alison.
I turned my head to look at her. Amanda and
Aleesha were sitting with her. They looked like they'd been up all night. A
quick check of the time told me they had been. I'd slept for nearly eight
hours.
BA was standing in the doorway, hands on
guns, ready to kill anyone who looked at her wrong. Or so it seemed from her
stance.
"I'm not sure."
I slowly sat up in bed. Amanda jumped up,
and jammed some pillows in behind me. It hadn't hurt. There was just the ache
now.
"Better I think," I said.
"The agony I felt when I first woke up is gone. Just the ache remains.
What happened?"
"That old codger shot you with a
hidden projectile gun," said Amanda. "You went down hard, and for a
moment we all thought you were dead. But your suit was intact. The bullet
didn’t penetrate. It actually bounced off your suit back into the barrel of the
gun, and severely hurt the old man's hand. The walking stick the gun was hidden
inside, disintegrated. As bullets go, it was a very large one. Without the
suit, the resulting wound would have had you bleeding out too fast to get you
help in time."
I checked my suit. It was down to eleven
percent integrity. And it wasn’t recovering. I’d need a new one by the look of
it.
"What happened to him?"
"I killed him," came from the
doorway.
"BA practically tore his head
off," said Aleesha. "He was dead before he hit the floor. Nose driven
up into his brain."
I shivered. That was too much information
the way I felt.
"He must have known it was a suicide
mission," said Alison. "There was no way to escape. Not with all of
us around you."
"I don’t think he cared anymore,"
I said.
"Who was he?" asked Amanda.
"Santiago Senior, at a guess," I
answered. "The father of the pirate who almost killed us all."
"We think so," said a new voice,
from just beyond BA. "Lance Freelander, Station Security Chief. Admiral
Hunter, will you allow me to enter please?"
"Let him in BA."
"Thank you."
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