Opening Pandora's Box (part 2)

Posted on Thu Dec 19th, 2013 @ 9:26am by Lieutenant JG Ronnie Wolfe & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe

1,004 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Falling Star
Location: Somewhere out there...

[OLD]

She looked out the door. The sun was indeed setting. And the shop was empty. Finally, Damion could make his move. "I think I'm good."

She turned to Damion. "Is there something you wanted?"

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"There is something I wanted." Damion said, in a slightly deep voice and walked over to the counter. He pointed out a meaningless trinket and waited for Mordu to look down before pulling back and punching him hard in the face, knocking Mordu back and onto the floor. "Get the door, Wanda!" He then leaped over the counter and removed the Klingon Disruptor from the back of his belt and aimed it downward to Mordu.

Ronnie turned her back on the two and went to secure teh door. She didn't like this side of Damion and would prefer not to watch -- or listen. "Door's secure, Jake."

"I have nothing of value. You are robbing the wrong person." Mordu blurted out quickly, sounding a bit nervous as he looked around. "Take the money if you wish, but I'll have you know I-I-I am very well protected and you two wouldn't make it past the main gates."

"Not here for the money, Mordu." Damion replied with a smirk. He kept his eyes focused on Mordu, tilting his head slightly under his hood. "Are we clear, Wanda?"

She did a quick check before replying. "We're clear, Jake."

Damion watched him careful and noticed the Mordu's eyes shift slightly. "Oh, you can stop thinking about going for your disruptor. You know, the one under the counter. By the time you reach for it I will have put one between your weasel head."

"I-I-I-I wasn't thinking anything." Mordu narrowed his eyes nervously at Damion. "Maybe we can come up with some kind of agreement. One that doesn't involve me being dead."

Damion smirked in response. "I don't know. I'm kind of leaning toward the dead option personally, but that's just me, Mo Mo."

"Do I know you, friend?" Mordu asked as he slowly started to get up.

"Does it matter? You've stabbed so many people in the back, I am actually surprised your still breathing."

"You'll be amazed as to the connections I have." Mordu smirked.

"Let's talk about one of those connections, shall we?" Damion took a step to him and held the klingon disruptor closer to Mordu's face. "Let's talk about Stryfe."

"You Federation?" Mordu asked quickly and nervously.

"I'm an old friend, looking to get back into the game. Been away for so long, thought I would start right at the top of the Most Wanted list and make my way downward." Damion let out a slight, and dark, sounding laugh. "Thought I would make a body count on the way. I've already killed one person, might as well keep it up. What's that old saying, Wanda? The one about dead bodies, Kings, and Gods?"

"You mean that quote by the dead guy? Rostand or something. Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror...." That one?"

"I just need 999,999 more bodies to go to become a conqueror" Damion smirked and held the disruptor closed to Mordu's head. "Want to a part of that number Mordu?"

"No... No!" Mordu yelled, cringing slightly at the sight of the disruptor easing closer. "What do you need? Just-just-just tell me what you need."

"I want Captain Gregory Stryfe! I want to know where his ship is! I want you to send him a message and ask him a simple question!" Damion grabbed Mordu by the throat and pressed the disruptor under his chin. "Is that too much to ask for?" He whispered softly.

"No... No... Of course not." Mordu answered nervously, feeling the Klingon disruptor against his chin now. He closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed hard. He looked like he was ready to faint or relieve himself in his pants. "What's thee... uhh.... whats the question?"

Damion smiled devilishly as he eased closer to him and whispered. "Ask him if he is going to let the wolf at his door into his house and feed it."

Mordu was suddenly confused. He looked over to the hooded figure and raised a brow, trying to make sense of what he said. "What?"

"I said." Damion shouted angerly and put the disruptor against Mordu's face, right between his eyes. "Ask him if He is going to let the wolf at the door into his house and feed it! Did I stutter?" He asked softly and to Mordu then shouted to Ronnie, keeping his eyes focused on the weaselly salesmen. "Did I stutter, Wanda? Was I not speaking clearly? Am I going to have to shoot this man for not paying... ATTENTION!"

"No, you didn't stutter. But if you have to shoot him, don't do it here. Knock him out and kill him where there won't be as much blood to clean up. Or better yet, transport him to the ship and ... miss."

"You see. It's not just the sex. I keep her around for her intelligence too. Sometime, I wonder, if she is as nuts as I am." Damion laughed and then took a step back. "So, your gonna want to go make that call now, Mo Mo. While you do... I'll decide how you die."

"That's not much incentive, is it?" Mordu replied, nervously.

"I beg to differ. You see, it could either be quick and painless. Or slow and painful. You keep stalling, I might just pick option 2 out of spite." Damion answered softly, speaking in a tone that almost came off as scary. He kept his disruptor aimed at him and motioned it towards the back room. "Let's go make that call. Shall we?"

(To be continued...)

Lieutenant Damion Wolfe
Chief Intelligence Officer

Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster
Assistant Chief Science Officer

Mordu
Bad Guy Merchant

 

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