your thoughts, Marine.” Dee hadn’t realized it but she had finished her beer without even touching the slightly browned protein dog. She studied the blackened stripes on the pink meat left by the radiator grate metal. She took a bite. Then another. It was good .
She nodded and shrugged behind a mouthful of hotdog. “Oh, I was just remembering the first time I ever saw a big ship like this.”
“Do tell, sheila.”
“I told you not to call me that.” Dee swatted at him. “I was like six or so and we were on Mars. It was the day of the Seppy Exodus.”
“Yeah, I recall seeing that on the webs.” Dee was a Marine like everybody else, but she was also part of history as a famous and recent president’s daughter. She sometimes forgot that everybody knew all about her life. Hell, most of her life was in history books—most of it. There was, of course, the part involving the secret war within her family and the maniacal AIC that had abducted her grandmother. Dee didn’t want to think about that presently. Maybe someday there would be a man in her life that she could tell that story to and maybe it would be Davy. For now, that part of her life was still for a very small group of family and friends. She was more in the mood for that night of drinking and sex she and Nancy had joked about in the hospital bay.
“Well, that was the day that I truly learned just how big of a badass the old man is.” Dee grinned and took another bite. The glow of the cooling grate danced slightly, washing the room with a faint red hue. “He took on soldier after soldier. I even recall him attacking a Seppy tank with nothing but an HVAR he’d commandeered. I was . . . I guess inspired is the word.”
“No doubt about that. History books don’t paint near as good a picture as seeing him in action. When I was asked if I was interested in this mission I didn’t even have to think twice. I mean are you kidding me? What badass Navy SEAL wouldn’t want to serve with Alexander Moore, even if he is just a Marine.” Rackman smiled a broad toothy grin at Dee.
“Watch it, squidboy.” Dee punched at his arm but Rackman reflexively blocked it and threw her hand away in an akido circle. “Oh really. You did not just pull some SEAL akido shit on me?!” She grunted and dropped her plate as she jumped up from her lounge chair into a flying jump front kick. Dee had literally been trained to fight by the best there was—her father had seen to that. And she had fought for her life on several occasions since she was a kid.
Oh no, he didn’t , she thought.
Kick his ass , Bree cheered her on.
Rackman stepped back holding his beer aside in his left hand and downblocking the kick with his right. But Dee didn’t stop there. She pressed her advantage by following up with a left leg roundhouse kick to his right leg taking him off his feet.
“Shit. You made me spill my beer. It’s on now, Marine.” Rackman spun on his shoulders up into a kickover onto his feet. Dee stepped back into fighting stance dancing on her toes in the ancient Bruce Lee style.
Rackman stood a solid twenty centimeters over her and his arms were damned near the size of her legs. He was a big ass strong boy. Dee hoped she could use that to her advantage. She was smaller, but she was faster and way more flexible. Rackman waved her to attack.
“Sure you can take it, squidboy?” Dee smirked as she pursed her lips and stretched her shoulders back. The microthin material of her tank top was stretched to the elastic limit across the chest.
“Bring it on girl!” Rackman pounded his fist into his hand and turned sideways. Dee noticed that her posture had created the diversion she was going for—Davy clearly was not looking at her eyes.
Dee jumped with a right roundhouse kick followed by a flurry of jabs and crosses then spinning into a jump back kick followed up one, two, three style with a spinning backfist and a left cross. With each kick, punch, or spinning motion she
She nodded and shrugged behind a mouthful of hotdog. “Oh, I was just remembering the first time I ever saw a big ship like this.”
“Do tell, sheila.”
“I told you not to call me that.” Dee swatted at him. “I was like six or so and we were on Mars. It was the day of the Seppy Exodus.”
“Yeah, I recall seeing that on the webs.” Dee was a Marine like everybody else, but she was also part of history as a famous and recent president’s daughter. She sometimes forgot that everybody knew all about her life. Hell, most of her life was in history books—most of it. There was, of course, the part involving the secret war within her family and the maniacal AIC that had abducted her grandmother. Dee didn’t want to think about that presently. Maybe someday there would be a man in her life that she could tell that story to and maybe it would be Davy. For now, that part of her life was still for a very small group of family and friends. She was more in the mood for that night of drinking and sex she and Nancy had joked about in the hospital bay.
“Well, that was the day that I truly learned just how big of a badass the old man is.” Dee grinned and took another bite. The glow of the cooling grate danced slightly, washing the room with a faint red hue. “He took on soldier after soldier. I even recall him attacking a Seppy tank with nothing but an HVAR he’d commandeered. I was . . . I guess inspired is the word.”
“No doubt about that. History books don’t paint near as good a picture as seeing him in action. When I was asked if I was interested in this mission I didn’t even have to think twice. I mean are you kidding me? What badass Navy SEAL wouldn’t want to serve with Alexander Moore, even if he is just a Marine.” Rackman smiled a broad toothy grin at Dee.
“Watch it, squidboy.” Dee punched at his arm but Rackman reflexively blocked it and threw her hand away in an akido circle. “Oh really. You did not just pull some SEAL akido shit on me?!” She grunted and dropped her plate as she jumped up from her lounge chair into a flying jump front kick. Dee had literally been trained to fight by the best there was—her father had seen to that. And she had fought for her life on several occasions since she was a kid.
Oh no, he didn’t , she thought.
Kick his ass , Bree cheered her on.
Rackman stepped back holding his beer aside in his left hand and downblocking the kick with his right. But Dee didn’t stop there. She pressed her advantage by following up with a left leg roundhouse kick to his right leg taking him off his feet.
“Shit. You made me spill my beer. It’s on now, Marine.” Rackman spun on his shoulders up into a kickover onto his feet. Dee stepped back into fighting stance dancing on her toes in the ancient Bruce Lee style.
Rackman stood a solid twenty centimeters over her and his arms were damned near the size of her legs. He was a big ass strong boy. Dee hoped she could use that to her advantage. She was smaller, but she was faster and way more flexible. Rackman waved her to attack.
“Sure you can take it, squidboy?” Dee smirked as she pursed her lips and stretched her shoulders back. The microthin material of her tank top was stretched to the elastic limit across the chest.
“Bring it on girl!” Rackman pounded his fist into his hand and turned sideways. Dee noticed that her posture had created the diversion she was going for—Davy clearly was not looking at her eyes.
Dee jumped with a right roundhouse kick followed by a flurry of jabs and crosses then spinning into a jump back kick followed up one, two, three style with a spinning backfist and a left cross. With each kick, punch, or spinning motion she
Similar Books
