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Authors: Lindy Cameron
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Please, call me Jana.'
'Sure,' Gideon agreed. 'If you head back to the de-briefing room now, I'll check this out for
you.'
Bugger . 'Do I have to?'
Yes. And enough now . Gideon pointed to her earlobe. 'Clearance, remember.'
'But,' Jana frowned.
'What?'
'I wanted to talk to you about, um, about what happened on the island.'
'Oh. Yeah, sorry.' Gideon cocked her head. 'That's actually why I wanted to see you; to talk
before Agent Brand started his debrief. Are you okay? I mean, did that guy hurt you before I came
back?'
'No,' Jana said hurriedly. 'Well, not really. No, he didn't. But he would have. So I wanted to
thank you,' she held up a hand when Gideon shrugged, 'and, um, verify that you did in fact kill
him.'
'Why? You want to go back and make sure he's dead?' Gideon asked, puzzled.
'No,' Jana raised her hands. 'That's not what I meant.'
'Oh,' Gideon said, remembering that a civilian might actually be concerned about a bloke, even a
bad guy, being taken out like that.
'Yes, I shot him. He's very dead. Coop could have taken him out with a T-dart, but I,' she
hesitated, and rubbed the back of her neck. Dr Rossi's frown was prompting her to elaborate
- again. 'It's a dart from a long-range weapon, a bit like a stun gun, that's designed to
incapacitate not kill. But I only had the real deal. So it was the rebel with my gun, or you with
his knife.'
Jana nodded.
'Are you okay with that?'
'Oh yes,' Jana nodded again. 'With the me not being dead part, I mean. The other will take a bit
of getting used to.'
'Don't lose any sleep over him Doc. Jana. He would have raped you. Then he would have killed
you.'
Jana's skin crawled, but she smiled. 'I know. And again, I thank you.'
Gideon shrugged. 'I've already apprised Agent Brand of the incident, so we don't expect you to
talk about it in front of your annoying ex-roommate.'
'That's a relief.'
Easy Spur Ranch, Carthage, Texas
Tuesday 6.10 am
Jesse-Jay Bagget looked at his dumb-fuck pseudo-stepbrother and decided this may
indeed be the best way to go about things. If Kero wanted to drive the truck so much, then he could.
He could drive it straight in, make his point and that'd be the end of it. Either way, the Colonel
would be way pleased, and Jesse-Jay would've shown his delegating skills. The timing would be better
for him and the other thing too.
And even if shit-for-brains Kero screwed the first part up, which was so possible, well then - as
long as he screwed it up proper - then it'd be no great loss.
Jesse-Jay checked his watch for the umpteenth time since rising and eating breakfast in the dark.
Once the boys arrived and the stock was loaded, the drive to Dallas would take a bit over three
hours. That'd put them midtown about mid morning. Perfect. The city would be open for business, the
Colonel would make his call, and the deal would be done.
Jesse-Jay saw the orange fog-lights reflecting all spooky-like off what was left of the misty
morning, and then the small convoy crested the rise on the road at the border of his land.
He hit the Star Brigade icon to save Level 8 of his Global WarTek game and switched off
his TekBox. It was time for the real game to begin.
'Wake up Kero,' he said, slapping the guy on the chest. 'We got important company. The Colonel's
here.'
Tokyo, Japan
Tuesday 8.20 pm
Scott had squeezed behind 11 noodle-eaters arrayed along the inside counter,
avoided a knife-waving chef and his 'you no go that way' and collided with a kid hauling a box of
fish - and he was still about 20 feet from the back door which had just slammed shut in front of
him. He apologised in several languages - none of them Japanese - to the two old women still
startled by the previous invader of their back room, then wrenched open the door and threw himself
into a badly lit laneway.
There was no sign of Kaisha. There was a faulty flickering light; of course. Scott swore in frustration.
So, it's dark . He waited.
Light, dark, light. And it's
'Sure,' Gideon agreed. 'If you head back to the de-briefing room now, I'll check this out for
you.'
Bugger . 'Do I have to?'
Yes. And enough now . Gideon pointed to her earlobe. 'Clearance, remember.'
'But,' Jana frowned.
'What?'
'I wanted to talk to you about, um, about what happened on the island.'
'Oh. Yeah, sorry.' Gideon cocked her head. 'That's actually why I wanted to see you; to talk
before Agent Brand started his debrief. Are you okay? I mean, did that guy hurt you before I came
back?'
'No,' Jana said hurriedly. 'Well, not really. No, he didn't. But he would have. So I wanted to
thank you,' she held up a hand when Gideon shrugged, 'and, um, verify that you did in fact kill
him.'
'Why? You want to go back and make sure he's dead?' Gideon asked, puzzled.
'No,' Jana raised her hands. 'That's not what I meant.'
'Oh,' Gideon said, remembering that a civilian might actually be concerned about a bloke, even a
bad guy, being taken out like that.
'Yes, I shot him. He's very dead. Coop could have taken him out with a T-dart, but I,' she
hesitated, and rubbed the back of her neck. Dr Rossi's frown was prompting her to elaborate
- again. 'It's a dart from a long-range weapon, a bit like a stun gun, that's designed to
incapacitate not kill. But I only had the real deal. So it was the rebel with my gun, or you with
his knife.'
Jana nodded.
'Are you okay with that?'
'Oh yes,' Jana nodded again. 'With the me not being dead part, I mean. The other will take a bit
of getting used to.'
'Don't lose any sleep over him Doc. Jana. He would have raped you. Then he would have killed
you.'
Jana's skin crawled, but she smiled. 'I know. And again, I thank you.'
Gideon shrugged. 'I've already apprised Agent Brand of the incident, so we don't expect you to
talk about it in front of your annoying ex-roommate.'
'That's a relief.'
Easy Spur Ranch, Carthage, Texas
Tuesday 6.10 am
Jesse-Jay Bagget looked at his dumb-fuck pseudo-stepbrother and decided this may
indeed be the best way to go about things. If Kero wanted to drive the truck so much, then he could.
He could drive it straight in, make his point and that'd be the end of it. Either way, the Colonel
would be way pleased, and Jesse-Jay would've shown his delegating skills. The timing would be better
for him and the other thing too.
And even if shit-for-brains Kero screwed the first part up, which was so possible, well then - as
long as he screwed it up proper - then it'd be no great loss.
Jesse-Jay checked his watch for the umpteenth time since rising and eating breakfast in the dark.
Once the boys arrived and the stock was loaded, the drive to Dallas would take a bit over three
hours. That'd put them midtown about mid morning. Perfect. The city would be open for business, the
Colonel would make his call, and the deal would be done.
Jesse-Jay saw the orange fog-lights reflecting all spooky-like off what was left of the misty
morning, and then the small convoy crested the rise on the road at the border of his land.
He hit the Star Brigade icon to save Level 8 of his Global WarTek game and switched off
his TekBox. It was time for the real game to begin.
'Wake up Kero,' he said, slapping the guy on the chest. 'We got important company. The Colonel's
here.'
Tokyo, Japan
Tuesday 8.20 pm
Scott had squeezed behind 11 noodle-eaters arrayed along the inside counter,
avoided a knife-waving chef and his 'you no go that way' and collided with a kid hauling a box of
fish - and he was still about 20 feet from the back door which had just slammed shut in front of
him. He apologised in several languages - none of them Japanese - to the two old women still
startled by the previous invader of their back room, then wrenched open the door and threw himself
into a badly lit laneway.
There was no sign of Kaisha. There was a faulty flickering light; of course. Scott swore in frustration.
So, it's dark . He waited.
Light, dark, light. And it's
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