“Thank you, Ms. Greene,” said Daverex, grinning and nodding as Gaston patted him on the shoulder.
“Don't thank me. It was Melchor's idea. I just want you out of my damn hair. You are his problem now. I will, of course, have to carefully alter your paperwork a bit so that it appears to my superiors that you achieved remarkable improvement in your work as a level one Tech'er recently. I will therefore place your name as lead designer on a backlog of Melchor's more mundane inventions. My receptionist, Gwenn, already told me that you passed some of Gaston's sketches and drawings as your own and hacked my personal computer, so I know you have no compunction about my solution, but I need to know how Melchor feels about releasing his older inventions over to you in order to save your life.” Ms. Greene looked expectantly at Gaston.
Gaston looked serious and rubbed his chin contemplatively. “How much time do I have to think about it?”
Ms. Greene was about to answer Gaston when he laughed and said, “I'm kidding, of course! Daverex – mi numero uno amigo – saved my life and the life of the person to whom I owe my success. How could I possibly fault him for doing what he had to do to achieve that?” Gaston winked at Daverex who grinned in return.
“Then it's settled,” said Ms. Greene as she sat down behind her desk and started typing on her computer. “I will get started on the paperwork immediately. I am certain the two of you will be wanting to celebrate with copious amounts of objectionable alcohol, but I suggest a solid night of sleep instead. You both have a lot of work to do tomorrow.”
“Of course, Ms. Greene,” Daverex and Gaston said in unison.
“That will be all for now. You are both dismissed,” said Ms. Greene without looking up from her computer screen.
Daverex and Gaston left Ms. Green's office. Halfway down the hall, Gaston said to Daverex, “You know Ms. Greene'll be spying on us if we get drinks at the mess hall, right?”
“No doubt.”
“It's probably best we skip it altogether then. Wouldn't you say?”
“Yup.”
“So, drinks prepared by Benny at the recharge station then? He ought to be fully recharged by now.”
“Does Benny have what he needs to make a scotch and soda, no ice?”
“A GMD - One-Seven? Does a bear crap in the woods?”
“Onward then, to the storage facility recharge station!” Daverex said as he pointed ahead like Don Quixote charging at a windmill.
After a downing a few drinks, Daverex finally felt relaxed enough to let the chaos of his recent mission wash away. However, this left room for a gnawing realization to suddenly surface. He froze in place, struggling to remember any details about it.
“Something on your mind, Daverex?” asked Gaston.
“I can’t shake the feeling we forgot about something after leaving Danival’s garage.”
Gaston shrugged his shoulders and said, “It couldn’t have been that important if you can’t remember.” Then he polished off his third gin and tonic, pointed at his and Daverex’s empty glasses and said, “One more round, Benny. Make them doubles this time.”
* * *
Meanwhile, back inside Danival’s garage on the far away planet, Danival Jr. had just finished spit-shining the metal plating of Thunderclap. Stepping back to admire his work, the boy yelled, “Pa, I’m done! Can I go mess ‘round outside now?”
From somewhere inside the office, Danival Sr. yelled back, “A’yup. Don’t ya go far, now! Nearly supper!”
“‘Kay. Tanks!” As the boy ran past the dune buggy, he heard a THUD loud enough to make him jump! He stopped and turned in the direction of the sound, wondering exactly where it came from. After a few moments of not hearing anything else, he withdrew a pocket knife, took a tentative step forward and said, “Anybody there?”
A moment later, there was another THUD, only much louder this time and the locked chest attached to the rear of the dune buggy shook violently.
Danival Jr. dropped his knife, then scrambled to pick it up and yelled, “Pa! Dare’s somethin’ in a locked chest ‘ere!
“Dat’s my gun chest. It’s locked fer a reason. Leave it be ‘n go play,” his father yelled back.
“I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no gun chest, pa! It’s anudder chest.”
“Well, any chest what’s locked oughta be left alone, son. Now git!”
Danival Jr. locked eyes on the chest as it rattled violently and then suddenly burst open! The boy shielded his face against the splintered bits of the chest flying towards him as the very hungry and extremely angry dead ringer sprang out. It got behind the stunned boy, grabbed him around the waist and wrapped its long, pale fingers around his mouth so that he could not call out for help. Then, in desperation, the dead ringer began to perform the ritual that would allow it to take the form of the terrified child.
T H E E N D
Psst! Hey! Deadeye here. Guess what, chicken butt? This 'ere ain't my last rodeo, pard. No way! I have a lot more adventuring and misadventuring left to do! Try to keep up with me and my crew. You'll be glad you did! Deadeye: Episode III is just around the corner!
WICKEDLY WRITTEN
REALMS OF SPACE AND SPLATTER
Born a perfect angel in Wilmington, Delaware, author Dave Rex Bonnewell found his inner demon at the impressionable young age of nine when he first watched a movie called An American Werewolf in London. Since then, he has been inspired by countless horror, science fiction and fantasy movies and novels. Over the past decade or so, more than a dozen examples of his written work from short stories to poems in the genres of horror, science fiction and fantasy have been published. He is also being registered with the Writers Guild of America, narrates his own audio-books and is part of the creative writing team at Midian Entertainment LLC.
When he isn't writing, Dave enjoys traveling the world, fishing, playing computer games, long walks along the seawall while listening to Jimmy Buffett songs and, of course, reading and watching thrilling works of fiction. He has lived all over the country (including Kapolei, Hawaii) and currently resides in Galveston, Texas with his odd collection of horror, science fiction, fantasy and...nautical memorabilia? Deadeye: Episode I is his first published episodic novella, BLEEDER is his first published novel and Creepy Haunts Collection: Six Sordid Tales is his first short story collection. All are available on Amazon.com.
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Bugaboo Breakout (Coming Soon)
Bugaboo Brawlers (Coming Soon)
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