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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Blood And Profit: Chapter 14

The door to the docking bay opened without warning and weapon fire flashed through, harmlessly hitting the wall on the other side of the hallway. One of the soldiers threw some sort of grenade through as one of the other soldiers pressed the button to shut the door. Toll realized the grenade had gone off when he felt a wave of force press into him, the sounds of the energy weapon discharges hitting the door stopped and it was clear that the walls and distance must have greatly reduced the effects on everyone in the hallway. The invaders in the docking bay were most certainly shaken if not knocked totally unconscious. The soldiers opened the door this time and charged into the bay as a single unit. Carter looked back at Toll, who got up and moved over by the door, his pistol in hand.


“You're the only pilot I have access to right now.” Carter snapped. “Stay back with Rusty because if you get shot this will all be for nothing.” Toll nodded, handed his pistol to Carter and rejoined his friend. Carter did not enter the bay even as the sounds of the fighting got louder and more intense.


“You're not going?” Toll asked Carter. Carter shook his head.


“Hate to say it but I'm even more important than you. We can afford to loose a few soldiers. I absolutely have to get back to the Pacific Free Zone.” He said with grim determination. Neither Toll nor Rusty was comfortable thinking of the soldiers as expendable. They came from a planet that had a global population of less than one billion people and a history that included one 'war' in the entire time the colonists had been there. All three men were lost in their own thoughts as the fighting raged on the other side of the door. Then suddenly it was silent. One of the Decency soldiers opened the door.


“It's clear sir. We have one dead, four wounded or unconscious and three detained.” The soldier summed up. Carter stood up.


“Ok boys, they cleared the way, let's go.” He turned his attention to the soldier and handed him a card. “This is my personal information. Request to speak with the Captain. She will make sure that the penalty fee for the dead soldier and a bonus for you and each of your men is taken from my account. I appreciate what you did here today, its very likely you just saved the entire PFZ.” The soldier took the card and nodded. Carter entered the bay and headed for the nearest multi passenger ship. Toll and Rusty scrambled to follow him.


Rusty was the last one aboard the cruiser. Toll practically dove into the pilot seat and got himself acquainted with the controls and the layout of the flight systems. Rusty took in the rest of the ship. “Kind of overly dramatic with the soldier back there wouldn't you say Carter?” Rusty asked.


Carter was leaning over the pilots chair watching Toll's process. “not really.” He responded. “The PFZ has been growing a bio computer for a long range battleship that The Corporation ordered two years ago. The bio computer has exceeded the maximum size requirements for the ship we're installing it in. If I can't get the thing to loose some weight in two weeks, the PFZ has to refund a two billion dollar contract which is enough to sink the entire operation.” He explained with a relaxed tone that did not match the subject matter he was discussing.


The color drained out of Rusty's face. “You're growing a computer that costs two billion dollars?” he asked.


Carter nodded. “Pretty much, The other seven are much smaller and less expensive.”


Toll flipped out. “Everyone who's going to fly the ship needs to be where I am, everyone who is not flying the ship and talking smarty smart computer talk, needs to be not where I am.” He snapped. Carter stepped back.


“sorry, didn't mean to get in the way of an artist like yourself.” He joked.


“I'm not an artist, I just would like to not crash into the wall trying to get out of here.” Toll shot back. “You want me to get clearance or just go?” He asked.


Carter didn't hesitate. “Just go.” he said.


Toll nodded. “You might want to sit down and belt up, most passenger ships tend to have the turning radius of a house.” Both Rusty and Carter took their steats and buckled themselves up without further comment.