| question. “You’re the bounty hunter, you might have to decide what is best. You can perhaps get an audience with her if you pretend you want to strike a deal. Whatever it takes, just be aware of what might happen. This might be your last mission if you fail. If you succeed, then you will be the wealthiest man this game has ever seen.” Money… It all came down to the money for Vydenn. And it had once for Exxu as well. The captain expected such incentive to keep him loyal. But it had been a while since Exxu felt any kind of loyalty to Infinity. So, he said without hesitation, “I will get it done. One way or another. Even if I have to die in the process. I swear this, I can get to her.” “Very good,” Vydenn smiled, no doubt thinking he had Exxu wrapped around his finger like some kind of little personal hitman. “Remember, no one can know. They have spies everywhere. I’ll be keeping Infinity here today, so you won’t encounter them. But that also means you’ll receive no outside help.” He moved forward and put his hands on Exxu’s shoulders. “This is the final step. Once she’ll be dead, there will be no one else in her crew to man her ship and it’ll be free for the taking. We will have won. Now get it done. This is what you’ve prepared for.” Exxu bowed his head, sensing he was being dismissed. “I’ll |
kitchen. “You hungry, boy?” Warley asked as he set down his tablet and followed his companion. He opened the refrigerator, finding only a couple of freeze dried salads left. “Well boy, looks like we split it.” He took out one of the packages and open the hydrater, placed the package inside, and hit selected the button for salad. The timer lit up, and the glass went foggy as he waited. The hydrater made no sound, being the only thing in the apartment of newer quality. While he waited, he grabbed a plate for himself, and one for Max. “Here, boy.” He uncapped his water bottle he had filled up with a public fountain and poured some into a bowl for the turtle. The stripes along the animal’s head seemed to grow brighter as it bent over the bowl and drank. It was as though a drought had struck their apartment. When the hydrator beeped at him, he opened the door and took out the now-inflated bag. Pulling it open, he poured over half of its contents onto his own plate. Green and purple leaves, shredded carrots, radishes, and cucumbers colored his white eating surface. The remainder he poured onto a plate for Max, placing his friend’s on the ground before moving to his own. He opened a cupboard and found some oil and vinegar, drizzling them over the top of his leafy pile. Then, he stood at the counter and ate, watching Max slowly eat his own dinner. The water |
