Last Ride of the Blood Letters Part 2: 1

Two years before…


In all their time on the streets of New Earth, Rab could count on one hand how many times he’d seen Reese smile. Which was a shame—for a woman who grew up without any kind of dental care, there were plenty of women (Human or otherwise) who would have killed for her teeth. It wasn’t surprising—they spent their days scrounging for food and money and their nights hiding from GC police and adults who would take advantage of street-children. There wasn’t much to be smile about.

Even now, as the leader of a group of mercenaries who were finally getting jobs that paid well, Reese rarely smiled. The one time Rab had asked, Reese had said that she didn’t like smiling in front of the crew—she wanted them to respect her, not think of her as a friend.

Rab didn’t understand why those two things were exclusive.

But now, behind closed doors and only in front of Rab and T-12, Reese was smiling from ear to ear.

“So the GC wants us to take out the leader of a cell of slavers?”

“Get in, hit the target, get out.”

“For how much?”


“Fifty each is…that’s a damned good deal.”

“If I might interrupt—Being paid three-hundred-thousand currs by the Galactic Coalition to go to a remote planet and assassinate a criminal leader who is enslaving a race not deemed sentient enough to be a part of the Galactic Coalition seems…I believe the idiom ‘smells like a Chig who has not seen water in a week’ is fitting?”

“I know my source is good, T-12.”

“Very well.”

“But there is…one hitch.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know if Trig will go along with it.”

Rab was disappointed to see Reese’s smile go away so quickly.


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