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Private Pirate by Mike Wilson (c) Mike Wilson |
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| Benny was a taciturn sort, for a raider. Most of his peers in the "business" tended towards swagger and braggart; not Benny. He played his cards close, and it paid off for him well. "So how much does James think it's worth?" said Benny to his close companion, Alban. They both stood just in Benny's private cabin near the command bridge of the Renegade, a raider-ship feared in many Star Systems. "Close to a trillion credits, give or take." Alban grinned. "Given our initial investment of a couple billion credits, I would say that is one sweet reward." "And given the planet is thinly defended at best, and only one Galactic Patrol within weeks' distance, it seems like a sure thing..." Alban finished, looking thoughtful. "Aye. Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'? It seems too easy." "Seems that way, doesn't it?" said Alban. "But all the signs look good. Unless they are sitting on some hidden army or superweapon of some sort, the planet looks like our plum for the picking." "Mmmmm," Benny stroked his goatee thoughtfully. He had not shaved it in recent weeks, but now that Alban was back onboard the Renegade, he might have to tidy up. "I tell you what, Alban. We wait, stay hidden, listen to their traffic some more to be sure. We can always line up some help from Erik if we have to...," said Benny. "Erik? You know we can't trust him," said Alban huffily. Benny made sure the door to his cabin was fast, and then put his hand on Alban's shoulder. "Easy, my lad. I didn't say for sure. And if we have to, we can give him a cut." Alban looked at Benny eye to eye, then looked down. "Well, if you insist. But we better keep a couple of ion cannon aimed at Erik's ship, to keep him honest." "As he will probably do to me, er I mean us. Neither one of us is fools." "Okay, then. We wait, listen, and hail Erik for a possible deal, am I right?" Alban looked at Benny, searchingly. "Right you are, my man, right you are. And it will give us some time to catch up on other things, too. I haven't been able to breathe a word to anyone about us, and I missed you so much." Benny grabbed Alban's lean frame and drew him close, hugging him and giving him a kiss. "Oh, I've missed this, I have," Alban breathed; his hard cock was already throbbing against the fabrics he wore. "So have I. Now, help me out of these drab rags - I think it's time we treated ourselves to that rarest of luxuries in space..." Benny grinned. "Hurrah! A shower?" Alban asked "Indeed, a shower together. Come, my beloved, warm water awaits us!" With that, Benny grabbed Alban's hand and led him to the small shower compartment located aft of his cabin on the Renegade. Full shower facilities were a luxury even on larger spaceliners; on a compact raider frigate, they were nearly impossible to find. The two hardened space criminals giggled like schoolgirls as they splashed and soaped and gave each other that ultimate relief they both craved so much. Especially from each other. The rest of the crew were left in the dark, as usual. |
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