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like that!
The general was close to losing his temper. Enough Taylor,
he ordered with a grunt. Stand down.
Your lover? The mayor wore a smug grin. What& so we
have a bunch of faggots running this army is that correct? He
looked to the general s embittered expression. You never told
me you ve got a pansy as the head of the weapons division,
Michael what were you planning on doing, have Mr. Igerman,
here, screw the enemy into submission?
Reeve saw nothing but red. No offence, but fuck you! He
bashed Slade into the wall and went for the mayor, who fell into
Sue. You re dead, asshole!
Cowboy! Slade gripped the wall, trying to get his footing
back.
The man just wouldn t listen to reason. After the first blow,
the general stepped in and his voice thundered inside the
confines of the cramped space, vibrating the metal walls until the
commotion ended. Everyone, including the mayor, was silent,
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and he nervously dabbed a hanky to his bloody mouth.
The general dismissed the incident as irrelevant. That s
enough bullshit for one day! he barked.
The cowboy stood down, glaring at Todd. Forgive me, sir,
he angrily muttered.
I want this asshole faggot arrested, Michael, for hitting me,
The overweight man stabbed a chubby finger in Reeve s
direction. I wish to press charges!
Michael slowly bent forward and Todd fumbled into the door.
The man s deep voice resounded off the walls once again. Get
out, Todd! Get out before I see to it that you become a statistic
and the city council never recovers your body!
* * * *
Sue had visions of milk cartons with the mayor s pudgy face
plastered on the back and she coughed into a fist to stop from
laughing. The elevator started to move again and when it hit the
main lobby, the whole box bounced and the doors slid open.
* * * *
This isn t over! Resentful, the mayor yanked his jacket down
and glared at the cowboy. If it s the last thing I do, I ll see to it
that your faggot freak show never works the valley again! The
stout man marched from sight with the hanky at his mouth.
Which floor, sir? Sue hesitated with a finger poised over the
buttons.
The tenth.
Michael was a huge man, formidable and sturdy with a
square jaw and thick brow line. His dark eyes were forever
scrutinizing and his black hair cropped impeccably short. He
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was almost always in uniform, never spoke unless it was
necessary and hardly ever smiled. The man was living inside a
pressure cooker that was ready to blow. The Delta had been
losing money for several years. The older soldiers demanded
higher wages and with the rising cost of expenses, the Delta was
on the verge of bankruptcy. Every time a mission came up, the
Zone took centre stage. Grant s soldiers came at a cheaper price
and though they lacked experience, it proved more economical
to sacrifice quality for the cost.
Are you attending the dance this evening? he asked no one
in particular.
The two men and secretary looked at one another.
Yes, sir, Sue said.
What about you, Igerman?
Of course, sir.
And you, Taylor? The huge man glanced at Reeve.
I think it s important we support the less fortunate.
Agreed. Michael watched the numbers flash overhead.
Sir& Slade came away from the wall. I know it s none of
my business, but the mayor mentioned something about the
Traece Corporation& the brochure you gave me was for the
Helix Corporation. Are we not testing the Helix weapons?
We are testing them, Commander. Helix has lost significant
sales due to the last war because the less wealthy military bases
purchased Traece weapons, instead. Traece weapons are cheap
and cheerful.
They re utter garbage, sir. I read an article, just recently,
which stated that their inferior chip technology might be causing
brain aneurisms. Something in the data discharge can cause
severe headaches and internal bleeding. Having said that, I refuse
to endorse technology that could possibly kill our soldiers. Their
weapons are unstable and unreliable.
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Michael caught the smaller man with a crooked frown. Oh
don t think for one minute I m in agreement with that fat bastard,
Slade, because I m not. This whole weapons farce has got me on
edge. The last thing I want is to see is my men gallivanting off to
war with a gun that might jam. I mean what the hell is that, I ask!
I ll lose more recruits faster than I can count to ten for shits-
sake! And if that s your recommendation, as my weapons expert,
then I am truly screwed!
Is there anything we can do, sir? asked Reeve.
In plain English, I can t afford to purchase new weapons and
Helix can t afford to donate them. I ve lost on both ends of the
ruddy scale. And of course every contract I bid on, we lose to the
Zone. Grant s undercutting me and I can t compete. Michael
looked at the cowboy. If you can figure out a way to find the
Delta work and get those weapons, Taylor, I m all ears, but until
then, you d better pray.
The general s secretary followed, holding the clipboard.
Reeve blinked as the door closed. Shit, he is not a happy
man. He pushed the twentieth floor button and looked at the
swordsman s blank expression. What s up? You look to be in
deep thought.
Slade had a fist to his mouth and the other arm across his
chest. Hu&
Speak before I grow old and I can t ball you anymore. The
large man squished the commander into the corner with his
pelvis, then his palms touched the walls. I m hard, sweet
cheeks& and I want to love you. Reeve bent down and kissed
Slade s collective features, then his hand slid to the man s crotch.
Slade didn t seem to care or notice that he was being
molested. Every time the cowboy kissed him, his head lightly
bumped the steel wall.
Do you want a blow-job? Reeve whispered, then with a
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devious smile, unsnapped his belt and tugged his jeans open.
Slade vacantly stared at the man. Can you not see I m busy
here, cowboy?
Yeah, and so am I, he retorted with a hand down the
swordsman s pants, eager to grope.
Let go. Slade wiggled away and did up his jeans. And
bloody don t do that!
Reeve sighed, folding his arms. Don t do what.
That look. Whenever I deny you sex, it s always the same
look. You pout like a spoilt child.
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