Resistance (Black Talon Book 1)
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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What did you do? Ben asked, drawing each word out. Well, I didn't start a fire. Liam replied, breathing heavily into his microphone. You said no fires. So he didn't start one had everything I needed. Sorry, excuse me, sir. But no fires. Just like you said, boss, his voice was full of mirth. Ben put his face in his palm. You realize that even if your plan, whatever you did worked, she's going to be that much more ****** when she finally catches up to us. Right? Yeah, Liam acknowledged still laughing and breathing hard, but that was fun. He laughed out loud before coughing. I'll be there in a minute. Boss warm her up. Ben kept his face in his palm a moment longer. He was torn between the pride of having such a close friend, one willing to sacrifice everything for him and the repercussions of what that loyal friend might have done. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice here. A sultry woman's voice said something soft with sharp edges pressed against Ben's chest. He looked down and found himself staring at a fancy woman's purse, a bag really but sparkly with exquisite stitching and little shiny bobbles hung on the outside. When he looked up, his eyes squealed with joy at the sight that filled them. A raven haired woman about an inch shorter were staring at him looking him right in the eyes. Her lips were pressed together into a small frown and her eyes, her wonderful brown eyes stared at him with something other than contempt. Ben was in love. Well, hello. He said as he leaned against the umbilicals wall, he pasted the most charming smile he could muster onto his face and tried to appear casual while still holding the fuzzy purse to his chest. There's 60,000 credits in there. The woman said a bit of panic in her voice. I agreed upon price. Let's get out of here. Ben's mask fell for a moment. Did she say 60,000 credits? That's more than I make in 10 shipments. This must be a joke. His smile slowly melted from his face without thinking, he unzipped the purse and took a peek inside credit chips. Hundreds of them and all different denominations snuggled together like they were trying to make babies. He could have cried. His money problems were over uniforms. He thought that would increase morale. Maybe a paint job for the boat. Some real food. Instead of the nasty rations we've been eating. Yeah, that would be good. Hard finger poke into his chest, yanked him from his daydreaming. Are you going to unlock the ship or what the beautiful woman asked. Ben. Still wasn't sure what she just hired him for, but for 60,000 credits, it didn't matter much. Yes, of course. Right. This way, he bowed and ushered her to the hatch.