Klous glanced over and up at Ling. Everyone was staring at him and he realized he’d been daydreaming about Talya. Or rather the last time she’d spent some quality time in his cabin. He pushed it aside and grunted, “Yeah.”
“ We won’t activate it unless it’s absolutely necessary.” Ling said, taking Klous’s terse statement to be agreement.
He dug deep and realized Ling was talking about JimBob, the modified sentinel robot he’d picked up a few years back. Relative years, considering the amount of time spent in hibernation units while traveling outside of the jump stations. The JB-1203 unit had been decommissioned and little more than scrap, but he’d picked it up off a fence who had salvaged it and had it retrofitted with pulse lasers. The radioactive isotope that powered the robot still had a half life of nearly 11,000 years. The robot’s programming on the other hand, had always been a little quirky.
“ Don’t suppose they left a trail for us?” Ling’s assistant asked. She was the Black Hole’s handywoman, capable of fixing just about anything short of the complicated ship’s engine. Now she just looked uncomfortable and hot, with sweat stains under her large breasts and running down her displayed cleavage.
Klous looked away from her before he let himself be distracted again. The sudden intense interest he was finding in sex alarmed him. Sasha was okay looking, he supposed, but she was a little big for his tastes. None of his crew was obese by any means, but Sasha had always been a little thicker than he preferred.
The pirate Captain scowled at his thoughts. Even fighting against it he was still distracted. “Brand, take the lead.”
Brand grunted and hefted his laser rifle. He’d put on a reinforced vest, muttering to the others how the Mule’s people had shot back with ballistic weapons. Klous doubted the vest would do the man any good but said nothing to stop him. A few minutes out of the wind from the ocean and he knew Brand would be less worried about it too.
Klous fell in behind Brand and glanced back to make sure the others followed him. Sasha came next, then Aran and finally Cooper. He thought it odd that Cooper would be in the rear — usually when it came to sniffing out fresh prey Cooper liked first dibs. Or at least he knew that’s what Cooper thought of it as.
Klous suppressed the shudder and refocused on Brand as the man pushed aside some fern-like vegetation and entered the jungle. Klous followed a few feet behind him and gasped as the wall of humidity and heat pressed against him. He kept moving, refusing to show weakness, and heard similar grunts, curses, and explosions from behind him as his crew followed.
Somewhere ahead something screeched. A bird or an animal, the sound pulled Klous’s attention from the fresh sweat beading his forehead to the tropical rainforest ahead. He glanced at the others and saw them staring into the distance as well. His eyes lingered on Sasha as a large bead of sweat ran between her breasts and out of sight.
Klous swore and ripped his gaze away from her. Brand had kept moving and had opened up several additional feet between them. He hurried to catch up, slipping on some moss that covered a rock as he did so. He grunted as he fell, but managed to catch himself with one hand while he held his laser rifle free of the ground with the other.
“ You all right?” Brand asked, offering him a hand.
Klous took it and pulled himself up. He tested his leg and back and nodded. “Fuckin’ garden here,” he grunted. Brand smirked, then turned away to head deeper into the jungle.
“ Look!”
Klous turned and stared at Sasha’s breasts, which had already become more pronounced as the sweat made her tank top not only cling to them, but mold itself around them.
“ Something’s over there!”
He followed her arm, where she pointed down a path in the jungle. Klous saw nothing, aside from some swaying leaves. He looked down, noting that the mixture of dirt and sand was moist but held tracks that were decidedly not human. “What’d you see?” He asked, not looking at her for fear he’d be unable to stare her in the eyes.
“ Something moved. It was there then it was gone. Kind of brown I guess, but I didn’t see it well. Like a big cat or something, maybe?”
Klous grunted. He knew nothing about tracking or footprints and staring at them wasn’t educating him. He looked up and forced himself to ignore Sasha, who’d stepped closer to him. He could even smell her, she was so close. It wasn’t an ugly or unpleasant smell; it was something appealing and earthy. His nostrils flared as he tried to draw in more of it.
“ Aran! Get up here,” Klous groaned. “Take her place.”
“ What? Why!” Sasha protested. She glanced back and hissed, “Captain, I don’t want to be next to — hey, where’s Cooper?”
The Captain followed her gaze that went all the way back to the line of undergrowth at the edge of the beach and the jungle. They’d barely moved twenty feet in, yet Cooper was gone. He turned to stare at where Sasha had seen the animal. Even the leaves had stopped moving.
“ Cooper!” He hissed once, then again more loudly. He was met with only silence and the buzzing of strange, and large, insects. Another screech from the forest, not as far away this time, sounded. Three answering screeches followed.
“ Captain?” Sasha asked, worry evident in her tone.
“ You think they survived?” Aran asked.
“ They’re out there,” Brand growled, staring into the depths of the jungle. He wiped his brow with the back of his arm before tugging on the vest to let some air in. “I can feel it!”
“ You’re fucking crazy,” Sasha hissed at him.
“ Better than being a fat coward!” Brand spat back at her.
Klous watched Sasha’s eyes widen. She started past him, hands already coming up. Klous grabbed her, reaching for her shoulder but finding his hand slid down her sweat-slicked skin too easily and fondled her boob even as she tried to slip away from him. His hand was tangled in the strap of her tank top, yanking it enough to let her boob slip free. She struggled for a moment then stopped and glared at him. She yanked her shirt free and tucked herself in, then glared at Brand.
“ I’m not fat!” She spat at him.
“ Shut up!” Klous yelled loud enough to silence the jungle around them for a moment. “We don’t know what the fuck’s out there. We lost one guy already — if you two don’t cut the shit I’ll burn the next one of you that steps outta line and leave you for whatever rats this place has got. Got it?”
Sasha glared at Brand a minute longer, even though he was ignoring her and staring into the jungle. She nodded and adjusted her shirt again, peeling the soaked fabric free of her ample breasts just enough to give Klous a glimpse that burned an image into his mind. She turned and stalked past him, but refused to follow behind Aran.
“ All right, let’s go. Keep your shit together. Nothing got Cooper. He’s just hoping we’ll be a distraction so he can do what he does.”
“ He’s fucking sick,” Sasha muttered.
Klous made sure his face didn’t show that he couldn’t have agreed more.
Chapter 3
Cooper slipped through the trees silently. He’d expected it to take a while before he had a chance to slip away but chance favored his prepared mind. Klous couldn’t keep his eyes off the chubby girl’s chest and the others had their own preoccupations. Only Aran was alert, but he’d never paid much attention to Cooper.
Cooper smirked at his brother’s actions. Klous had always appreciated the ladies a little too much. He didn’t know how to keep a proper distance between himself and them. Not like Cooper had, at least. Klous thought what Cooper did was disgusting but the truth was it kept him safe and sane. It always helped remind him of what was important.
