FIRETEAM - A science fiction military adventure
FIRETEAM - a sci fi adventure
"We think the Chinese had help."
"I don't got nothing against the Chinese," said Dink.
"Matter of fact, I'm a big fan of their food. Kung Pao chicken sounds
pretty good right now."
"Quit the tough guy act Pliskin," Colonel Gage
growled. "It won't work on me."
"I'm not a tough guy Colonel. That s just my face."
Gage stepped away from the gray door and pointed to the wire
inset in the tiny square window.
Piggish eyes squinted through the metal grid, glaring at Dink.
"See that?" Gage grinned.
Dink shivered
"That is one fonking ugly motherfucker," he shimmied
in the metal chair. The legs scratched against the bare concrete floor.
"That s just his face," said Gage, glee dripping in
his gravelly voice. "And the rest of it is ugly, I can assure you. Right
now, that face wants nothing more to be doing what I tell him to do. If I tell
him to beat you to a bloody pulp, he would do it. If I told him to make sweet
love to you prison style, he'd do that too. Hell, he might enjoy it. Normally,
that's not my style. But I might just watch him do it to you just to get that
fucking smirk off your face."
Dink gulped, and tried to hide it.
"The fighting?" He whispered. "Or the
fucking?"
His eyes were a few sizes larger than normal. Sweat trickled
from his forehead, tracing a path past the corner of his eye. He want to reach
up and swipe it away, but he was afraid any movement would set the Colonel off
and he would unleash the pig eyed man into the room.
"Maybe both you smart ass son of a bitch," he
grumbled. "Let’s open the door and see how this cookie crumbles."
Gage took a step toward the door.
"Okay, okay," Dink held up his hands in surrender.
"I'll help. Just don't let him in here."
Gage put his hand in the door.
"Help? I think you have the wrong idea on how this is going
to go."
He opened the door and stood back. Dink bit back a groan as the
man with pig eyes stepped through.
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