From the journal of Fleet Commander Toasty Warren, FC of 7th Fleet.
So this is how I got even with that bastard nephew. First, me an' Liver took a trip back to the space port where I found a disreputable delivery service. I then made a real nice "thank you" letter for that ass that stuck me with Liver and asked for it to be discretely deilvered. I also said under no circumstances that the delivery service was to look at the message.
I knew the bastards couldn't resist. I made the the thank you note somewhat vague and put some confusing references in it. I then sent a simuliar message to the nephew's rival. When both messages were read together, it would look like the nephew was playin' both sides of the rivalry an' land him in hot water.
To seal the deal, I arranged for a taxi to arrive at the rival's house under the nephew's name so there'd be a record that looked like he was visitin' the bad guys.
Then, me an' Liver high-tailed it out of there, headin' for a nearby Hub Base where we could continue missions.
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This is great fiction, but who's writing it? Why no profile, no feedback channel? Please consider telling us something about yourself.
Okay, GS, I've added an email address on my profile. The reason why I want to maintain a low profile is because I work in a highly competitive business environment where things like science fiction and blogs could mean the death of a career.
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