Lumwak's duty shift at Siruss's "shop" was not due to begin for over an hour, and he was permitting himself a much-needed break. The pay was good, excellent in fact, but Lumwak could not help but notice the high attrition rate of the crime lord's "staff."Lumwak considered himself a bit of a philosopher—something unusual among the Kodhar'Khans. And after three years of working for Igon here in Big Market, he had formed a philosophy about it. He leaned back in the café seat, sipping something sludgy and potent and wonderful while his enormous gun—which ensured his privacy; few wanted to chitchat with someone who had his weapon out and obvious—lay on the table within easy reach and examined his thoughts as he watched the tourists bustle and buy.There were three kinds of people who came to Big Market per Lumwak's philosophy. One was the original, intended customer base: tourists, with too much money and too much room in their homes, who wanted the delight of visiting a thousand worlds w
In the time it took for Igon's goon to meander toward him, Jasper had already spotted a means of escape. A grate a few inches away opened to something below. He didn't know what, and right now, he didn't care. Slowly, both to not attract notice and, well, because he couldn't move quickly even if he had wanted to, Jasper forced his sleeved arm over the grate.Then, with an effort that made him grunt and the sweat pop out afresh on his forehead, he lifted the sleeve with his other arm as high as he could, and then let it fall."Perhaps my friend, had you not been acting alone, you and I would not now be—hey!"For the briefest of instants, as his superweighted arm smashed through the grate, Jasper allowed himself to snicker in triumph. But, too late, he realized that not only did the sleeve pull him down to the next level—it took him through the next level.And the next... and the next...Crash.Crash.Crash.By the fourth floor, Jasper had figured out that he needed to align the rest of
The next several minutes or... however long it was, were a blur. Igon Siruss's team was highly coordinated, restricted, apparently, only by the fact that they seemed to want to take the spatio-temporal agent alive. For now, at least. Siruss struck him as someone who could easily change his mind about such niceties.So for now, Jasper ran. He scrambled onto the virtual representations of expensive antiques, launching his rubber-soled feet off the heads of ancient alien rulers to scrabble atop a roof. He ran across illusionary old tiles, unable to see his own body—well, most of it, anyway. He tried to judge if his single available arm was strong enough to grab onto a thick, dangling creeper and swing from one faux rooftop to another—or in one case, crash through a window right in the middle of what appeared to be a formal ceremony involving priceless dishware, which he shattered."It's okay," he shouted back over his shoulder, "remember, they're only virtually real dishes!"This appeare
Jasper raced to the end of a street that led to a wall that was wonderfully, magnificently solid. Not just any wall— the wall, the outer wall of the compound. He had never thought chunks of rocks piled atop one another could be so beautiful. He almost wanted to kiss it.He perused the wall, wondering if he could get over it in time. It was old and weatherworn, if thick, so he could easily find footholds…And then he thought of the oversized shoebox attached to his arm and realized it would be impossible to climb with just his right hand. He swore, colorfully. Nonetheless, he gave it a try. He had no other option.He extended his left arm and pulled himself up, scrabbling for toeholds and bracing himself with the Sleeve-encased arm while attempting to cling and release with the other. It was every bit as frustrating as he had anticipated.Frustrating, and potentially deadly. Could he reach the gate? He turned, intending to start following the wall, to see how far away it was, and his e
Igon Siruss did not often move swiftly, and even when he did, it was not particularly fast. His guards had notified him that they had Agent Jasper trapped, and he had come with mild rapidity. Now he stood at the end of the street, but all he saw were some unhappy-looking guards and some dead—or baffled—Pit-Ghors, who scampered around, futilely sniffing the ground."Sorry, boss," one of his Kodhar'Khans said."He made it to his world," another supplied. "We're not sure how, but he did."Fury welled inside Igon. His first impulse was to rip the guards apart with his bare hands. He could; it was messy and he preferred to leave that sort of thing to others, but he certainly could.But no. There would be time to deal with them later.He had learned a human saying a long time ago: Revenge is a dish best served cold. Most of the time, Igon found this to be true. But not today. Today, he wanted his revenge swiftly, speedily, and preferably bloodily."Bring me a Megaptor!" he roared.*****Maj
Three of the soldiers opened fire through the bars, trying to concentrate on that awful eye and the open mouth. The Megaptor clung on with its hind legs and one of its gigantic forepaws and brought the other one back, then slammed it forward. The bars bent as easily as if they had been made of saplings. The black claws closed around one of the soldiers, piercing his body effortlessly. He screamed and jerked as blood spurted. The Megaptor hauled him out, bit at him, then tossed the body back inside as it reached in for more, murderously swiping at the men with a forepaw now dripping scarlet.Over the screams and the firing, Jasper shouted into his mic, “Alex! We need you!”“On my way, Major,” Alex replied. Eliza thought she had never been so happy to hear a computer’s response in her life.The Megaptor appeared to be unstoppable. It turned its attention from the windshield to the roof, rending it with teeth and claws until, with a protesting groan, the roof at the rear of the bus peele
The Megaptor was hungry, and the small things that had peppered his skin stung a little. He was angry with his prey for being so elusive; he had not been fed all day. Normally prey was soft and juicy and easy to eat, but this prey hid in a strange box and had been so hard to catch. This box was very large, but the Megaptor had seen them leap into it, so it knew they were there. It roared, angrily, but could not smell their fear. Could not smell them at all, only the metal of the box. Fresh irritation made him bite and scratch vigorously again at the large box. Then, all at once, the box was no longer beneath him. Nothing at all was beneath him, and as he started to fall, somehow he understood that it was a long, long way down.Once they had lost the unwelcome stowaway and confirmed with Gibson that there had been no further casualties, Eliza changed out of the few ratty strips of cloth that was all the Megaptor had left of her dress and decided it was time to take care of their new gu
Five star general? Jasper reached for the pearl again, enjoying the smoothness of it as he held it in his fingertips. "The princess, in my dream... she wore a pearl just like this around her neck.""Noted, sir," Alex replied properly.Eliza entered, and she was smiling."How's the converter?""He was in fairly bad shape, but the regenerator helped. He's so cute! And a real charmer. I have to tell you, you have onboard competition."She smirked at him, hands on her hips, as she stood by his chair.Jasper reached up and took her by the hand."I'm fine with competition," he replied, running his thumb over her fingers. "But I'm still waiting for your answer.""The mission is not over yet, Major," she replied professionally, although she made no attempt to remove her hand. "There's still the whole 'top secret' part to come. Or is your perfect memory failing you again?"Jasper tugged gently on her arm, pulling her down into his lap. She settled in, draping her arms around his neck."Come on