The ship called Veles

[Exsiled_one]

STORY III

- This is some powerful growth here, yanno.. - Number One mumbled while his eyes drifter along the poolside in the 6th sector of the Luxury Liner Hawaii.
He continued - Yanno, 'twas a good idea for waitin' this than takin action right away. We've unloaded the food, the passengers, and we aint boardin' nothin'
here.. More boxes to put people in. - He snickered lightly and took another drag.
- That thing is worse than cardamine to you man. Take it lightly.
- Oh what do you Junkers know anyway. - One grinned as his eyes wandered off towards the backside of a beautiful girl that just walked pass them.
- Right.. There they are. - Said the other man. - Cmon, put that out.
Mr one took another drag and then crushed the remains of the joint in the ashtray on the table, next to his Coconut Exposure cocktail.
They both stood up as the couple approached them
- I thought he'll be stronger.
- I though she's a he. What kind of name is Robin anyway.
- It was a type of a bird..
- Good jokes are so wasted on you.. - Said Number One and wiped his sweaty hand off his trousers before greeting the couple. Number One was nervous,
he was nervous alot. Entire thing was his idea, but he knew he wouldn't get this far without the Junker, OR without times like these, when he could
just let everything slide past him as he enjoys his cocktail and a quality smoke. Thing is, he needed people, and these people needed him as well, but
he made damn sure that they don't realize the first part of the deal before he had them in his fist.
He extended his hand.
- I'm Number One. This is Number Two.
The girl smirked - That's dumb. - Her smirk turned into a grin as she looked Number One in the eyes. The man next to her just shifted his weight from one
leg to another. - What's so dumb? The names? - Number One said with a frown.
- Yeah, its cliche. - She frowned.
- Okay, then lets use our real names - Junker interfered - we'll be flying together soon anyway.. - Right, Robin?
Three of them snickered bit louder as she eyed each one of them. - If you two weren't so stoned, and if you weren't my friend, I'ld so cut off your balls
right here.
- I'm not ston.. - Junker spoke with his grin widening but he got shoved to the side fast
- He so is. We both are. Anyway.. Alright, names are dumb. So, I take it introductions are in order?

They stood in one of the guest rooms with doors locked and curtains on windows just like in old times. Mister One asked himself few time that
evening is the safety because they're all stoned or because their two new friends are even more paranoid than he is. He liked the plan, it was simple and
obvious. Those are things that usually work in life. He liked even better because the big guy, Reinhalder Heimlich had to stay on the Hawaii and insure
everything went as planned. He also couldn't wait to actually see Robin's pilot skills in action. It wasn't an easy job to fly out the biggest pleasure
brick in space out of Sigmas into Cambridge. They all went their own ways that night for a night of pleasure before a night of hard work. Number One stayed
in his room tho. He was too nervous to score anything tonight.
He was waken up by the loud banging sounds on his doors. - What the..?
- Open up Johnny boy.. 'ts your Junker buddy. Heh..
- You're drunk Junker, sod off.
- Heh.. We've.. We've gotta go man.
- WHAT? - Johnny stood up, and glanced around the room. The clock. It's not even 3am. What the **** did these bastards do?
- Yeah.. that.. The.. That Heiml.. Zie Reinhalder, he got caught 'cause he gunned down captns and officers instead of poisoning them.. - There was a slight
pause - Robin says **** him.. Lets go now.
He couldn't believe what he just heard. He pulled his cargo pants up and pulled the Hawaii cruise lines lambada buttoned shirt over his sleeveless shirt
and bolted out of the room. - Tell me one thing before I blast your head out Junker. Is she drunk as you are?
- Worse.. - He grinned.. - She's a ****ing Corsair. Her real name is Isabella.

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