Surpirse flash fiction time!
It wasn't originally in my plans, but I decided to write something up to expand the storyline I have about the president of Lance's fan club. Enjoy!
"So, do you believe that breather?" The first bone trooper asks as they left the tiny cluttered survey vessel named The Sixth Zenith.
The second walks silently across the low-gravity planetoid. "Chipped skull." she answers, tapping her head. "Had the video revealed our agent, the breather surely would have tried to communicate with Harker. The obsession was obvious from the moment we entered the ship."
"This is the worst assignment I have had in two centuries," the first says after five minutes of crossing a jagged field of rock.
"There is no way he is coming here."
"They want us here just in case," sighs the first.
Ahead of them lie their Cairncarver. The spikey bone spurs forming the vessel's hull blend readily into the jagged rocks of the planetoid. The ECM equipment loaded in one of the cargo bays covers the rest of the camouflage protecting their vessel, Malleus.
"There might be another way," says the second as she activates the door from her comm unit.
"To do what?" asks the first.
"Another way to succeed at our mission while expediting things."
The first stares hard at the second. "How?"
"It starts with that breather." I know someone in the area that could help. Another breather. Remember hormonal-based desire?"
The first bone trooper's mandible opens and shuts. An old habit of chewing the inside of his cheek while deep in thought that somehow continued into undeath. "I remember. It was disgusting. Not only the desire, but the act of intimacy."
The second chuckles. "You should have experienced it as a female. Far worse. But breathers crave it the way vampires need blood."
"And you know someone?"
The door to Malleus seals behind them as they board.
"Let me just make a quick call."
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