Our dynamic duo are about to write the poor kidnapped woman off in favor of heading back to Earth to collect a modest profit after various governments collect their crippling taxes.
Alas, conscience pangs set in…
Jones was at ease in the pilot’s seat, monitoring an array of buttons, lights, and knobs.
“Why would Sourcemind kidnap a female for?” he asked. “He doesn’t even have a…”
“That’s what I said.”
Good ole Jonesy. A better friend you’ll never find though don’t tell him I said that. It’ll go right to his head. Speaking of, his was typical of the Vek species. It was big, bulbous and sat atop a skinny, green, three foot tall body, which was rarely, if ever, covered. He wasn’t big on clothing and didn’t need to be, because he was asexual.
In layman’s terms, he had no junk to speak of. Even so, it wouldn’t have killed him to put on pants, but I’ve learned to pick my battles.
Izok’s head sat on the control panel, his eyes still open, it was almost as…
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