Reunion Part 5
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“Fry, where the hell have you been?” Meier snapped out as soon as Fry was on
deck.
“Patching up my ship,” she replied, then under her breath, “so your stupid
ass won’t get
sucked into the void of space. Then again, that might have been better.”
She slid into
the pilots seat, but didn’t strap in, and clicked at her console, cutting the
klaxon’s off.
“I want immediate lockdown of the ship,” Meier ordered and Fry got to it.
She couldn’t
make herself look suspicious. The ship groaned as large bay doors closed and
locked
tight, even the bridge door lowered. Fry stared back at it as it finally
closed and locked
itself. No way in or off the bridge now. She turned her attention back to
her console and
pulled up a star map, and set it on automatic search for the nearest
life-supporting planet.
“What are you looking for?” Torrel asked over her shoulder. Fry stilled the
urge to jump.
“Vacation spots,” she said, a quirky grin on her face. Torrel studied her
and Fry tried not
to make her features emotionless, because that would surely tell Torrel that
something
was wrong. After a few moments Torrel shifted and moved back to her stations.
“Man, did you check out that bounty hunter? I was always into butch
chicks...” one of
the crew started with the second member, their boredom setting in, which
immediately
led them to talk of women. Fry tuned them out.
Jack’s eyes were focused one her fingers as they worked to pull the metal
sheet out of the
floor panel. She did, revealing rows of wire. A smile grew on her lips as
she crouched in
the shadow of a corner and went to work, pulling the radio she had gotten
from Fry out of
her pockets.
As soon as the klaxon’s sounded she, Riddick, and Imam had automatically
scatted in
different directions, knowing they’d meet up with each other later. And if
they didn’t
that simply meant that one of them had met with the wrong end of a gun.
Click.
Jack turned her head fractionally, and found herself staring down the barrel
of a gun.
Her
eyes slid upwards, expecting to find the bounty hunter, but seeing one of the
army
personnel that Fry had been talking about. A charming smile split her face
and she rose
from her haunches to her full height as gracefully as a panther. The man’s
gun slid
lower, his eyes roaming. Typical male, Jack thought. As he shifted his
attention to her
body she brought her right leg up and slammed him in the balls. He dropped
to his knees
as anticipated and his gauge was ripped from his hands as her elbow slammed
into his
temple with a sick thud.
Jack bent to put the panel back in it’s place and
stepped into the
hallway. Gunfire ricochet off the walls around her, forcing her back inside
the small
space. The second military man.
Jack hugged the wall, wincing as gun fire slammed all around her. There was
a sudden
hiss and she was hit full in the chest as pipe torn loose and slammed her.
She heard
footsteps running towards her and sank to her knee’s, out of breath, pushing
the pipe off
her.
And a gun was suddenly at her temple. Jack stared boldly up at the man and
smiled.
“I got one, Captain,” came Military Man’s voice over the speakers. Fry’s
hands stilled on
the keypad.
“Well, which one?” Meier griped.
“The chick,” came the slightly derisive reply.
Fry cursed softly, and no
one heard, or saw
her drop her head in her hands.
“Good, get rid of her.” It was the bounty hunters voice.
“No!” Fry yelled, looking back at them and encountering curious and damning
stares.
“They’re supposed to be going to Slam,” she said, the defense feeble.
“Yes, for execution. Won’t matter if it happens now or then,” replied the
cold bounty
hunter.
“It’s against regulation, Fry argued.
“Never heard of it,” she replied. Fry turned back in her seat and breathed
deeply.
A loud
pop over the speakers, a gunshot, and then silence.
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