Thursday, April 17, 2014

Short Story: Transfer (Chapter 2 of 3)

Team Savant is on hiatus for a few weeks. Here is an adventure of an outlaw set three centuries into the future. Have fun as you follow the adventure of Tyson. To read the previous chapter of Transfer click Here for the Transfer short story Chapter 1

Tyson stood up and walked forward. He ran his fingers along the side of the walls. “Where are you?”

“Over here,” she said. “What are you doing?”

“I am trying to get close,” Tyson said. “Give you a good look at my eyes.”

“Don’t try anything funny.”  

Tyson opened his eyes. By sheer force of will, he changed the color.  

“Your eyes,” the soldier stood there with her mouth opened. “How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Change your eyes from—I don’t know...electric white to blood red?”

“That’s all? Look closely, you can see concentric circles.”


“From your perspective, they appear to be rotating, and your body is relaxing. Your eyes feel heavy. You want to close them but you can’t, not until I tell you.”

“How are you—“

“My ship’s computer taught me when I was just a kid. Now, open this door.” The officer opened the door. ”Take me to your fastest ship.” The UP officer turned around and strolled away. “Wait.” Tyson took her personal weapon and released the clip. He gave the empty gun back to her. “I am your prisoner, remember?”

The officer shook her head to say yes. She held the gun to Tyson’ back and gently guided him out of the holding cell. They met another officer along the way. Tyson averted his eyes in an attempt to hide his eye color. “Sanchez,” the other officer said. “Has he already been processed?”

Sanchez didn’t answer. Tyson grabbed Sanchez’s gun faster than the other officer could react. “Don’t move,” Tyson said.

He stiffened. “You won’t get away with this, there are security monitors everywhere.”

“We are at a blind spot right now.” Tyson said. “I sensed all of them on the way in. Besides, no one will raise an alarm if an officer has a gun on a prisoner.”

A small amount of concern formed on his face. “Sanchez?”

“Sanchez has checked out for the time being,” Tyson said.

“What do you want?”

“I just want to get off this rock. Sanchez is going to take me to the fastest ship and I am going to fly out of here.”

“Won’t work. Even with the fastest ship, you will be blown away before you reach high velocity.”

“Already, thought of that,” Tyson said. “Haven’t you noticed my eyes?”


“Relax,” Tyson said as he stared intently at the new officer. He placed his hand on the man’s shoulder. “You have a job to do.”

“Yes, I have to do my job.”

“If you want to stop me from escaping, you will have to cut the power to all of the external weapons of this post so I can’t use them to escape.”

“Yes of course,” he said.

“You will be a hero.”

“I will be a hero.”

Tyson took the officer’s gun and placed the weapon inside of his jumpsuit. “Let’s go,” he said to Sanchez.

 Moments later, he made it to the ship. The government escort ship was a sleek work of art. A work of art meant to hold only a crew of four, but capable of being piloted by an individual.

Sanchez opened the ship’s door. “Ready this ship for departure.” Tyson lifted his foot, reached into the heel of his boot and pulled out a data crystal. He heard the blare of a post-wide alarm.

His time was up.

He found an access panel, slid the crystal into its proper place and turned counter clockwise. Computer’s data, programming and essence uploaded into the new system. Tyson checked a holographic readout. “A fifth of an hour,” he said. “Don’t have that much time.” He checked Sanchez. She was still under his influence. “You will wake up and remember everything,” Tyson said as he placed his hand on her shoulder. The scales of a dream dropped from her eyes. She grabbed his wrist and sent him tumbling five feet away. She pulled her gun out and pulled the trigger.

“It’s empty, remember?” Tyson stood up.

She threw the gun at him and charged.  He ducked and picked her up. She flipped over him and continued to kick and pummel him until he pointed the barrel of a gun to her face. “Trying really hard not to kill you,” he said.

“What are you going to do with me?”

“Well, if you behave yourself, I will try not to kill you.” Tyson directed her to the door. “When your boss gets here, I am going to trade you in exchange for safe passage out of here.”

“Chief Officer Warren will not negotiate.”

“I am sure he will, I doubt if there are a lot of women on this rock.”

“You are wrong. He didn’t want me here in the first place.”

Tyson checked the outside monitor. A platoon of officers was gathering outside. “We will find out eventually.” He pressed the button to open the ships door but remained in the shadow. He sent Sanchez out. “One false move and I will shoot you in the back,” he said to her.

 “Throw out your weapon and come on out, Tyson,” Warren said.

“If you know my name, then you know that it would be in everyone’s best interest to just let me go.”

“With our fastest ship? I don’t think so. You are going back to Prison Planet Europa. You cannot take all of us.”
“I have a better plan,” Tyson said. “Let me go and you get your officer back in one piece.” Tyson heard a laugh, a gun blast and Sanchez flew some four feet into the ship. Tyson pressed the button to close the door.  He stood over her and watched as she gasped for air. The wound missed the heart by a couple of inches. She would die but not anytime soon. He picked her up and carried her to the medical room.


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