Angry Jasper-Seven

“The most powerful weapon ever built. Put an end to the Earth-firsters once and for all!”

She might have guessed, but the words still stabbed through her. She managed a smile, which is what made her by far the best spy in the rebel alliance. Inside she was scared as hell, figuring how she might get word back to Earth without blowing her cover. By the looks of things time was running out. It appeared that the weapon was almost finished. Just when the Corporation was likely to put it to use was the real question.

“Nearly ready, huh?” she asked, working at any crumb of information. Maury eyed her suspiciously. He had always harbored some quiet suspicion of her. He was suspicious of everyone, the consequence (or attribute) of growing up in a crime family. Nothing he could necessarily put into words, but definitely something. For so long he merely counted it as his natural suspicion of every woman’s quiet intention. Women played by different rules. They could make passionate love with a man while planning his demise at the same time. But more than that he never quite grew comfortable with the way she so completely and quickly disappeared after each tryst.

“A month, maybe two.” It was lie and he knew it. The weapon was nearly ready. Despite the frenetic pace around the contraption, his men were going through the final system checks. By all reports the weapon would be working within the week.

“How much to keep me quiet?” she flirted.

He stood and wrapped a sheet around his rotund little body, like some overstuffed Caesar. Maury turned abruptly, suddenly jealous and curious all at the same time. Not that he had any concrete cause to be either, but then a man in his position could not be too careful.

“What do you do with all your money? Certainly I’m not your only client.”

“That’s my business.”

“I could find out.” His eyes narrowed slightly, as though trying to see through her.

She stood and stepped into her white leather corset. A shiver of dread ran down her spine. She smiled nervously, pulling on long knee-high boots. “You could, and the next time you get horny call a hybrid.”

“Ha, at least they don’t argue all the damn time!”
“Lot’s of things they don’t do, or know how to do,” she cocked her brow knowingly. “And that, my love, is why you pay me the big credits.”

“Indeed,” Governor Maury chuckled as she turned and left his chamber. He groaned slightly watching Kate's womanly ass rise and fall with each step. She did indeed do and know to do all sorts of things hybrids didn’t know to do. And she was an expert, but there was just something about her. There was something behind those eyes Maury didn’t trust.

His curiosity was enough to have her followed. He could do that as the regional Governor. He could do almost anything he wished. It was jealousy pure and simple, and the thought of someone else tapping that gorgeous ass pushed him over the edge.

An aid entered in Katy’s wake to remind Maury of his schedule. He was a small, officious looking bean-counter in a tailored pin-striped suit and glasses far too big for his gaunt face.

“I should remind you,” he began in a thin, nervous voice, “there is a meeting of the finance comm….”.

“Never mind that,” said Maury, cutting him off. “I want Katy Did followed. Monitor her transmissions. I want to know where she goes and who she sees. And I want to know what she does with my credits!”

“You suspect something, boss?’
“I suspect everything, and something is not right about our little space skag.”

“One more thing, Governor. One of our ships is missing somewhere near Chicago.”

“Casualties?”
“Unknown, boss, but ambassador  was on board. There are indications some of those on board survived and were captured by the rebels. We have an unofficial message indicating the rebels are interested in a prisoner exchange.”

“Any intelligence on the rebel base?”

“Not yet, sir. They are far too careful, masking their movements and guarding their transmissions.”

“Get someone on the damn ground!” exclaimed Maury.

“Our patrols simply disappear without a trace, Boss.” His tone was almost pleading. Maury gave a throaty sigh and waddled across the room where he could look out at the Earth. The sheet slipped baring far too much of that fat hairy crack of Maury’s for the Aid to stomach. Dirt was caked there among pimples and pustules, some of which looked on the verge of infection. The Aid looked sharply away and tasted the acidy bite of bile in the back of his throat.

“And what of this Thomas?”

“The rebel leader?”

“Yes, the rebel leader, you pug!” Maury grunted. The Aid, who was well use to the Governor’s infamous tirades and insults, pulled an antacid from his pocket and swallowed it quickly.

“Almost nothing,” the Aid replied. “He seems as much of a mystery to them as he is to us.”

Maury turned and narrowed his eyes at the man, who probably weighed less than his last meal. He went over and straightened the man’s lapels in the most suggestive and threatening way. “You’ll get me that information.”

“It is quite impossible to crack their security, Governor.” He regretted the words the instant they left his lips. He was already cringing, closing his eyes. Not so much for the expected explosion, but for the usual shower of spit and rancid bits of old food that accompanied those explosions. Only this time it didn’t come. He warily opened one eye, surprised to find Maury pacing the room, as if in great thought.

“Prisoner exchange, huh?” Maury was naked now. He pressed his hands to the glass, his man boobs and protruding stomach crushed there too.

“The rebels have made a tentative offer.”

“Signal the rebels and tell them we are interested in what they have to say, but make no promises.” He turned and regarded the Aid for a moment. “If my hunch is correct we might deal with the rebels on Earth once and for all.”