Ragnarok: Colonization, intrigue and betrayal. Andrew Claymore (primary phonics books .txt) đ
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Sushil frowned. âMcAdam⊠Youâre JohnMcAdamâs brother? The one who welcomed us aboard yesterday?â
Damn!âYeah, weâre brothers but that doesnât mean anything beyond megetting the invite. Iâm a farmer like you, Sushil. My nameshouldnât carry any weight with the colonial administration.â
âShouldnât,âSushil grinned, âbut probably will,I think. Nothing wrong with that. If theadministrators are getting in the way of honest farmers like us, wecan use your connections to straighten them out.â
âReally, Mr. Kawle?â Terry asked, eyes wide.âYou think Mr. McAdam could have that kind of pull?â
Sushil raised an eyebrow. âPull a man by theears and his head will follow. His brother is their boss. They canâtafford to ignore him.â
âSure they can,â Frank said but without awhole lot of conviction. He looked across to where a cargo transportwas still in the process of assembling itself from a block ofnanites.
He forgot all about his family connections.
A woman was peering in at the working parts of thevehicle as the pieces coalesced. Almost everyone down in the holdwere men so she stood out.
Heâd noticed her when several men talking nextto a mineral collector suddenly turned and stared in her direction.She looked to be in her thirties and she was talking to a muchyounger man aboutsomething sheâd noticed inside the vehicle, completely ignoring thestares.
Probably used to it, I suppose,Frank thought. He turned tolook out the loading portal where there was only empty space visible,not a single beautiful woman with lustrous dark hair in sight.
Be a bad start to this colony if Iâm oglingsomebodyâs wife before we even leave orbit, hethought, congratulating himself on his restraint.
âWhooah!â Terryexclaimed softly. âShe definitely gets a huzzah!â
Sushil grunted.âYes, Terry. Many huzzahs but sheâs noteligible.â
âNot eligible?âFrank looked at him.
Sushil shrugged. âSheâsa widow.â
A widow? Franklooked back at her with renewed interest but he quickly looked awaybefore it could be called staring. Ineligible,he reminded himself. Probably means sheâd never considera man from outside her faith, I suppose.
He sighed. âThatâsa shame.â
Sushil nodded.âPerhaps, but thatâs just the way of things, Iâm afraid.â
Neither man noticed thesly look of understanding creep across Terryâs face as he glancedat his boss. Sushil probably wouldnât have caught it anyway, sincehe didnât know Terry, and Frank was almost in the same boat.
It was so rare forTerry, after all.
âHow are youfinding your accommodations?â Sushil asked, apparently eager tochange the subject.
âNot bad,â Franksaid. âIâm surprised at how much room they have on these ships. Iwould have thought weâd be sharing rooms for the ride out butthereâs plenty of privacy to go around.â
âIâd be happier ifmy toilet worked,â Terry said.
âYour toilet?âSushil asked before Frank could.
âYeah, the one in myroom doesnât flush right. Kind of stinks up the place.â
Frank sighed.
âAh.â Sushilnodded. âWell, Iâm sure that kind of thing is easily fixed.Still, you should still count yourself fortunate. The room where myfamily sleeps has no toilet. We have only a receptacle thatfeeds down into the shipâs laundry service. Itâs⊠just insidethe door, on the left.â
Terry nodded thenanother look of understanding began to dawn. His eyes darted to Frankwho looked nonchalantly away, back at the widow, as it turned out.
âIâll, uhâŠâTerry muttered. âIâve got some things I need toâŠâ Hegrimaced, hoppeddown from the boarding-step and walked aft where a lift led to thepassenger quarters.
âI hope hehasnât complained about his toilet to anyone else,â Sushil saidquietly. âIf word got out in a small group like this,heâd never live it down.â Helooked at Frank. âYou know, having his own toilet when the restdon't.â He held out the flask.
Frank smiled. âYeah.Folks would get upset, I suppose.â He took the flask, holding it upin salute. âYouâre a good egg, Mr. Kawle.â
Sushil chuckled. âWhatan odd thing to say...â
In the Lionâs Den
Lincoln Park, San Diego
Luna parked in thedriveway. âDadâs in the garage,â she said a littleunnecessarily. The large overhead door was open so Gleb could clearlysee the man working on his outboard.
âYeah, and so areyour brothers,â he said, scratching at his arm, âwhich makes thisso much easier.â
âJust remember,âshe warned, âhe likes directness. He also likes asking questions,lots of questions.â
âGreat!â Glebmuttered.
âHey, itâs a bigpart of why heâs raised four successful kids. It was hard as hellto get away with shenanigans. Heâd almost always catch me out.â
He smiled. âAlmost?â
She looked at him,seemingly on the verge of saying something⊠for about ten seconds.âIâll go inside and say âhiâ to Mom.â
He sighed loudenough for her to hear as she scrambled out her door. Thelonger I sit here, the dumber I look.He got out the passenger side.
The boat was onhis right. He had no idea what its specs were but it looked prettynice. Focus on the mission. Heâdmet Eric Morales twice sofar.
Both times had beenfrightening and he was just the boyfriend, at the time. Now he washere to ask for Lunaâs hand.
Combat wasnâteven fractionally asscary as this.
âGentlemen,â hegreeted them, knowing how Eric liked to make him speak first.
âGleb,â he gruntedin acknowledgment. âHand me that ten-mil socket, will ya?â
Gleb turned to the tooltray, wondering what the hells a ten-mil socket was but Noah, Lunaâsolder brother, was holding it out to him with a wicked grin.
Gleb had beensurprised to hear similar names here on Irth but he wasnât thinkingabout that now. Noahâs grin seemed a pretty certain indicator thattheyâd figured out why he was showing up on a Saturday afternoon.Thebrothers here to watchthe show.
Luca, theyounger brother, was sitting on the workbench, legs dangling andteeth showing.
âThanks.âEric took the socket from Gleb and snapped it on a ratchet handle.âSo whatâs up?â
It was probablysupposed to catch him off guard, bring things to a head before heâdworked up his nerve. Gleb was relieved, though, because his brain hadresponded to the stress by slipping into tactical mode. He was readyto pull the trigger and take his lumps.
âIâm here to askfor your blessing,â he said calmly, surprising himself.
And Eric. âJust likethat?â he asked, half laughing. âI was planning on dragging thisout as long as I could and you go and spoil it by just⊠saying it?âHe nodded in guarded approval.
âSeems a little fast,donât you think, son?â
âSometimes youjust know,â Gleb replied
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