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“Just kill it,” I tell him, adding that he was an asshole after a brief pause.
“What? You said I could have a few drags,” he protests.
“Ya, that means have a few drags, not finish my last damn clove. You know how often you find cloves? Fucking never!”
“What about your friend who ships stuff from Europa? Those aren't illegal yet over there.”
“Right, I'll get Peyley to smuggle a single pack of cloves past customs, risking everything he's carrying, so I can smoke some perfume.”
“Well if it's so insignificant, don't bite my head off.”
“I should rip your irritating head off and throw it out the back!” I bellow as loud as my voice will shout, but not quite loud enough to cover that ominous metal on metal clink.
We both freeze, not wanting to look anywhere near the sensors, but we do. They tell us that nothing bigger than an ant is within 500km, but we both know exactly what we just heard. The absence of a readout just confirmed it. Another clink sounds on the hull, this time from the other side of the storage deck. It echoes off the bulkheads and stings our ears like feedback from a public address system.
“We're gonna die,” my crewman blurts out, scared as a rodent.
“Shut up and call distress!” I tell him, coming to my senses. “And work the radar until you get something! I want to know what I'm up against.”
I'm already out of the cockpit when I finish my sentence, and the ship starts shuddering around me. They're impatient, probably didn't help that we started broadcasting an emergency right away. Fucking pirates, can't let a man go anywhere.
The weapons locker never felt smart to me. Why have assault rifles on a craft that could depressurize when you fire them? This is why, apparently. In a minute the main cargo door's going to fly open, sucking out our shipments and filling the space with a raiding party.
“One thing you should know, sir” comes my hired hand over the intercom, “it's not personal.”
I can't believe my ears, but as I stick my head into the hall, it's irrefutable. I glimpse the rat bastard shrugging nonchalantly for a split second before the cockpit door closes. I've been betrayed. Shock gives way to urgency again, but this time with a different plan in mind. My ship's about to be torn up anyway, what'll a door matter? Eying the fire extinguishers I start to grin uncontrollably. Besides, I've got a minute.
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