By Tim Sevenhuysen
Posted June 30, 2012
320 words
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Via a projection on the wall of the hold, Tic watched, horrified, as acres of land surrounding the Dunter Yeti Security building crumbled like a collapsing soufflé, dropping into a gaping, shadowy hole. The HQ itself began to rumble, shake, lean, and then sink down into the pit. Faster than it could descend, however, the acid effusion ate its way upwards, dissolving floor upon floor into a shimmering spray that roiled in the moonlight. In seconds, the acid had devoured the immense skyscraper to its very tip.
All fell still.
Gal levelled out.
“PROTOTYPE MUST’VE BEEN A DUD,” sniffed Libden.
“You call that a ‘dud’!?” said Tic.
“IF IT HAD FIRED PROPERLY, THE WHOLE CITY WOULD BE GONE BY NOW, AND IT WOULD STILL BE SPREADING. SOMEONE MUST’VE SABOTAGED THE DESIGN.”
Not exactly, thought Tic. Bye, Doc…
Overard choked. Tic gave Libden a kick—she was harmless now—and grabbed Overard under his arms. “Don’t die on me,” he grunted. “You’re going into the Revita Tube!”
“S-stop!” gasped Jeffries. “Put me in, Bolter.”
“Sorry. You may lose your legs, but Mak’s dying, here.”
“No, Bolter.” Jeffries’ tone was icy, and the compact blaster that had appeared in his hand backed up his words. “Galactic Pelican, deactivate the Revita Tube until I’m inside it.”
“Yes, sir!” trilled Gal.
“What?” said Tic. “Gal, don’t listen to him! I’m the Captain.”
Jeffries chuckled, then winced. “This ship is ours now. Right, ‘Gal’?”
“Absolutely, sir!” said Gal.
Tic carefully lowered Overard to the floor, raised his hands… and bolted for the cockpit.
“Stop him, Gal!” screamed Jeffries.
But the order didn’t come fast enough. Tic whipped out the thumb drive Dr. Fester had given him and jammed it into an input port on the dashboard.
“…Bolter?” said a female voice.
Tic grinned broadly. “Pelly!”
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