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Pulp Fedcom
by Andrew Borelli |
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24 FEB 3063
SILESIA, BLACKTHORNE DISTRICT
STEINER ZONE, SOLARIS CITY
SOLARIS VII
Greer lunged forward suddenly and swung the phone around, landing a direct hit on Dutch's jaw; Dutch grunted and spat blood. The phone smashed into pieces. Dutch swung the cutter but missed as the agile Dr. Greer leapt and ran toward the rear of the store.
Rather angry by this point, Dutch ran in pursuit of Dr. Greer. As it would turn out, there was no need.
The enormous roar of a shotgun shook the walls of the room. Dutch heard Dr. Greer call out and stopped in his tracks. Standing at the head of the steps was the large, wounded, still shirtless form of Marcus Flint gripping the anti-mech shotgun.
"Step aside, Dutch. Me and the Doc here got some things to talk about."
Dr Greer was on the floor, one of his legs badly mauled by the shell.
There was an awkward moment of silence as the two men stared at each other.
Dutch spoke first. "So, now what?"
"Now what? I'll tell you now what. I'm going to call up some of my baddest gangsters to come on down and put Doctor Sick Psychotic Bastard here through hell in the last few hours of his soon-to-be short-ass life."
Flint turned to address the unfortunate Dr. Greer. "You hear me, medical man? I ain't through with you by a long shot. I'm gonna get Stefan Amaris on your ass. You gonna wish that Warhammer had burned you up."
Dutch surmised that Dr. Greer had given Flint the same spiel he had given Dutch.
"Well, I meant... what now, you know, with you and me."
"Oh, that."
Flint sighed.
"I'll tell you what. There ain't no more you and me. We cool. Except for two things. Number one, what happened here never leaves this room. This is between you, me, and the future dead man on the floor over here. Second thing. You leave Solaris today, and you never come back. You lost your right to hang on the Game World. I ever see your face after this, you end up like Dr. Dead Guy there. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Now get out of here."
Dutch threw the cutter down and walked out of the store as quickly as he could. He checked his father's watch, the cause of this entire bizarre incident. Ten fifteen. There was still time to get to the spaceport. Fortunately by this time there were cabs for hire mixed in with the light traffic. He jumped to the curb past a pair of surprised wealthy locals and hailed the nearest cab he saw. It pulled in at the curb and came to halt.
Twenty minutes later Dutch was back at the Marathon Motel, having thrown the cab driver an extra S-bill for his speed and discretion, then told the driver to wait there with the meter running. He ran to the door of their motel room where he hoped Veronica was waiting.
"Veronica! Open up! Let's go, baby!"
The door opened half a moment later. Dutch was met by a frantically worried Veronica.
"Darling, what's wrong? What, what happened to you? Are you hurt?"
Dutch burst into the motel room and began grabbing their things.
"Never mind all that now babe, we gotta go! Now!"
He ran back down to the cab, literally threw half of their belongings in the trunk, then ran back to the motel room and grabbed Veronica, who had taken the rest of their bags.
"Dutch, what-"
"Baby, PLEASE! Let's go, will ya?"
She began to sniffle.
Oh God, not now.
"Sugar pie, I don't mean to yell, but we gotta get going, okay? Did you have a nice breakfast?"
"It was okay," she mumbled as they ran to the cab. "What about the gangsters, did they-"
"We don't have to worry about them no more, baby. We just gotta get going."
He hustled her into the back seat, then jumped into the cab himself, which took off before he could close the rear door.
"Spaceport, buddy, and quick as ya can." He turned to Veronica. "Baby, without a doubt this was the weirdest day of my entire life. I'll tell you all about it once we're in space."
"Where did you get all those wounds from?"
"Oh, that's nothing." He thought for a moment. "Uh, I got 'em from Dr. Greer."
"Who is Doctor Greer?"
Dutch sank back into the interior of the passenger seat, closed his eyes, and smiled the satisfied smile of a winner.
"Doc Greer is dead, baby. Doc Greer is dead." |
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