Chapter 9: Rebellion
Hozenbur was looking at the angry men and women before her. The remains of her containment team were seated before her all of them were to say the least, very unhappy people. Their spokesman a man by the name of Cham was speaking.
“Look chief,” he said, “We started out with a ten man team, Foster was killed by the Thonians, the other by Kellogg. We haven’t gotten close to her since Kellogg took out Lopez. We can’t even talk to our usual contacts. No one is talking to us. The company’s disavowing us. Our pictures have been placed all over the known galaxy. We are the most wanted people in the universe. It’s time to cut our losses and get off world and be done with it.”
“All of you have suffered from that halfwits ministrations,” Martha Hozenbur replied, “She locked you into a cargo container and made sure you took the long way to Earth.”
“But she didn’t kill me, or any of us who didn’t try to kill her or the people she cared for!” Andre Cham retorted, “You just want to kill her. Why? Simply because she stopped you from killing a couple of people? Let’s face it Martha we don’t have any business doing this.”
“Look you bastard,” Martha said, “That bitch and her family, as well as all the escaped clones have killed our business and our way of life. I am pissed. If my way of life goes away I want to make sure it goes away with a bang.”
“Damn it Hossie!” a small woman that worked as Hozenbur’s aid decamp and was her sometime lover, “You just don’t get it! We want to live! If you carry this out we’ll all be dead!”
“You’re dead anyways,” She took out her side arm and put a single round through her aid’s left eye. “She wasn’t that good of a fuck anyways. I will do this alone if I have to. In case you guys haven’t figured this out this will be our last operation. I don’t expect anyone of us to get out of this alive. My goal is to kill that Vat, striking terror into the hearts of every clone on the planet and maybe help the company by letting these people know to keep their damn mouths shut.
“Now get rid of that piece of shit.” Hozenbur said, she pointed to the body of her aid. “The rest of you let’s go over the halfwit’s schedule. There’s got to be a way to get at her.”
“The only thing we can come up with,” one of the younger men said, “is to get her when she lands at the EVAC hospital for her checkup. They are incredibly lax at the EVAC hospital. We’ve noticed that they don’t mount as much of a detail when she goes to the EVAC hospital.”
“They don’t have too!” one of the other men said, “There is a standard marine corps security force around the hospital. There’s a Black Guard team based out of there. There’s always a landing craft with a Marine Corps fast response team on strip alert. There are also two armored ambulances patrolling within five minutes of the hospital.”
“Yes; but because they think they’re invulnerable, we can get in and out.” Hozenbur injected.
“But we’ll have to go in bloody. Make a combat drop on the hospital shoot all the guards and snatch her.” Someone suggested.
“Might be better to fake an emergency, land, go into the triage, unit snatch the vat, and then go for the landing craft. We can hide out in one of the abandon homes of Trenaport.” Cham also suggested.
“Yes that will work,” Hozenbur said looking forward to opening the clones belly and taking her unborn baby out while she was still alive and transmit the atrocity throughout the kingdom as she killed the clone. “I want it done soon.”
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