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bringing to Tehran?” Max asked.
“Well, let's find out.” I said as I inserted the stick into the terminal by my chair.
Mohammed’s face filled the view screen as he said. “You will be carrying the two containers of Carliteume you so recently recovered for us. When you land on Tehran you will be contacted by a man named Harrod. He is one of our agents. He will make the arrangements for the delivery of the Carliteume, but knows nothing about your real errand. Still he may prove valuable to you.
He went on to explain the how’s and why’s of kidnapping Anwar, and he stressed what we already knew. This job would be no walk in the park. He was protected at all times by a phalanx of bodyguards, his every move choreographed to the second. He never slept in the same location twice. Yes indeed this was going to be a challenge.
I ordered Shadow to set course for New Tehran I didn’t order pursuit mode as I had no desire to be turned into a milkshake this trip, I was mixed up enough.
As we sat on the acceleration chairs I couldn’t help but think about that term. No one has had to suffer the rigors of acceleration since the gravity repulse drive, and the artificial gravity generator had been invented late in the twenty first century making the initial colonization of space possible. For the first time any person or freight could safely be lifted off of a planetary surface and once in space could walk about their ships and space stations as if they were in an office building on Earth. For the next two centuries mankind had spread over Earth’s solar system, colonizing in space stations or domes on most of the solid bodies. Mars and the moons of Jupiter and Saturn were all heavily populated. In so doing the Earth was stripped of minerals, water and oxygen. Until, despite the constant warnings of environmental groups, the planet died, no longer able to support life. What population was left had to live in domes, just like all the other dead planets in the solar system.
With the invention, and final perfection of the hyperspace drive at General Electric’s vast research and development facility on Mars. Mankind was finally freed from the bonds of the solar system. Within ten years more than a hundred planets had been discovered that were capable of supporting human life with little or no modification necessary. It only took about one hundred years for the last outpost to be closed, as mankind abandoned their ancestral home leaving behind a dead planet and a raped solar system.
“I think I may have a plan.” Max announced.
“Really? That’s good because I don’t.” I replied.
“It was Mohammed who actually gave me the idea, with his little warning about the slave market. You do remember that detail don’t you?”
Remember it! My stomach was still queasy with the thought. “Yeah.” I said, knowing I wasn’t going to like the rest of this.
“According to the data we have, all Mohammed told the people on New Tehran was that Harrod would deliver the Carliteume, no mention of us at all. And all Harrod knows is that a couple of mercenaries would be bringing the Carliteume. Also that he was to cooperate with them no matter what they asked. Now what would be more natural for a couple of mercenaries, than trying to make some extra profit on the trip? Now who I hear you ask would a couple of mercenaries like us deal with? Why the black market to be sure.”
I didn’t answer because of the anger building up in me... If this was going where I thought it was...
“And what does the black market on Tehran deal with? Why their top commodity is female slaves. So now I ask you again what would be more natural that two mean and nasty mercs showing up with a couple of slaves to sell? Not just any slaves mind you, but two of the most beautiful women in the galaxy, very expensive women, very, very expensive women. Now who can afford such luxury? Why only one at the very top of the pyramid, and his name is Anwar! Well what
“Well, let's find out.” I said as I inserted the stick into the terminal by my chair.
Mohammed’s face filled the view screen as he said. “You will be carrying the two containers of Carliteume you so recently recovered for us. When you land on Tehran you will be contacted by a man named Harrod. He is one of our agents. He will make the arrangements for the delivery of the Carliteume, but knows nothing about your real errand. Still he may prove valuable to you.
He went on to explain the how’s and why’s of kidnapping Anwar, and he stressed what we already knew. This job would be no walk in the park. He was protected at all times by a phalanx of bodyguards, his every move choreographed to the second. He never slept in the same location twice. Yes indeed this was going to be a challenge.
I ordered Shadow to set course for New Tehran I didn’t order pursuit mode as I had no desire to be turned into a milkshake this trip, I was mixed up enough.
As we sat on the acceleration chairs I couldn’t help but think about that term. No one has had to suffer the rigors of acceleration since the gravity repulse drive, and the artificial gravity generator had been invented late in the twenty first century making the initial colonization of space possible. For the first time any person or freight could safely be lifted off of a planetary surface and once in space could walk about their ships and space stations as if they were in an office building on Earth. For the next two centuries mankind had spread over Earth’s solar system, colonizing in space stations or domes on most of the solid bodies. Mars and the moons of Jupiter and Saturn were all heavily populated. In so doing the Earth was stripped of minerals, water and oxygen. Until, despite the constant warnings of environmental groups, the planet died, no longer able to support life. What population was left had to live in domes, just like all the other dead planets in the solar system.
With the invention, and final perfection of the hyperspace drive at General Electric’s vast research and development facility on Mars. Mankind was finally freed from the bonds of the solar system. Within ten years more than a hundred planets had been discovered that were capable of supporting human life with little or no modification necessary. It only took about one hundred years for the last outpost to be closed, as mankind abandoned their ancestral home leaving behind a dead planet and a raped solar system.
“I think I may have a plan.” Max announced.
“Really? That’s good because I don’t.” I replied.
“It was Mohammed who actually gave me the idea, with his little warning about the slave market. You do remember that detail don’t you?”
Remember it! My stomach was still queasy with the thought. “Yeah.” I said, knowing I wasn’t going to like the rest of this.
“According to the data we have, all Mohammed told the people on New Tehran was that Harrod would deliver the Carliteume, no mention of us at all. And all Harrod knows is that a couple of mercenaries would be bringing the Carliteume. Also that he was to cooperate with them no matter what they asked. Now what would be more natural for a couple of mercenaries, than trying to make some extra profit on the trip? Now who I hear you ask would a couple of mercenaries like us deal with? Why the black market to be sure.”
I didn’t answer because of the anger building up in me... If this was going where I thought it was...
“And what does the black market on Tehran deal with? Why their top commodity is female slaves. So now I ask you again what would be more natural that two mean and nasty mercs showing up with a couple of slaves to sell? Not just any slaves mind you, but two of the most beautiful women in the galaxy, very expensive women, very, very expensive women. Now who can afford such luxury? Why only one at the very top of the pyramid, and his name is Anwar! Well what
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