eimarra | Serial: Bodyguard of Lies, episode 34: New Assignment (Reply)

Bodyguard of Lies is a serialized science-fiction novel updating once a week on Tuesdays. If you missed last week’s episode, Digging up Background, it can be found here. You can catch up on the entire serial on this page with a description of the story and links to all published episodes.

Bodyguard of Lies
Episode 34
New Assignment

Johansen stared at the desk of his captain and let the words roll over him. Incompetence, shoddy work, letting other things drop to pursue tangents — he’d heard it all before. He didn’t care. He’d get his.

“Have you heard a word I’ve said, Johansen?” His captain finally asked. She leaned across the desk to catch his eye.

Not that she wasn’t nice to look at, in a mutie sort of way, grandfathered in when the laws on mutie employment went into effect. Pretty blue skin, almost like she’d od’d on glass, and eyes of a pale green. Breasts were nice, too, but he’d learned his lesson about staring at them.

He focused on her eyes. “Every single word, Cap,” he assured her. “I’ll go hit the streets today. I heard about some drugs being moved; I think I can bust the suppliers.”

“See that you do.” She didn’t move. “And this time, I want more than the street thugs. Get someone who’s up a level or two. Or you’ll be busted a level or two.” Her smile wasn’t friendly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, and Johansen — ” She called him as he was about to step out the door. “You’re taking a partner this time. Gena will meet you below.”

He nodded without looking at her, stepped out, and closed the door firmly behind him without slamming it, satisfying as that would be. Gena? That bitch who had been trying for months to get promoted to his spot? See about that, stupid fem. He was going to come out of this assignment in the captain’s good graces (for a change), and if there was any way he could do it, he was going to make sure Gena went down.

Sure enough, Gena sat on his desk, waiting for him. He didn’t mind her as eye candy. She’d have made a great hooker. Hell, even a fighter in the arena — her tits pushed up with one of those barely there leather bras, and her tan legs wrapped up in straps that held knives. Ooh, yeah. Make a fortune that way. But no, she had to follow dear daddy and become a cop.

Bitch.

“Captain Sala said you were going to partner me this time,” she said with a wide smile. “I’ve been looking forward to working with you for months.”

“Of course you have.”

Her smile slipped; she obviously hadn’t expected him to say that. He wasn’t responsible for what she wanted. Damn, if only she were a hooker, bang her right there on the desk. Shove her legs apart and dive into her.

He made a note to see if he could get vid footage from the locker room. Unlike the arena (which he had enjoyed visiting), cops still had separate locker areas for men and women. Probably protecting the women so they didn’t see how horny all the violence made the men. He licked his lips. Yeah, a little footage of her in the shower would do him nice.

Gena acted as though she hadn’t noticed his quiet. She swiveled to face him as he sat down. Her skirt rode up a bit, and he noticed a tattoo on the inside of her thigh — a little one that looked like it would glow in the dark. He’d have to sit here for another minute before they went anywhere, that was for damn sure. Another mental note — request codpieces again for undercover work. No need to specify what kind of undercover he meant it for.

“We got a lead about a shipment of glass going through Yellow tomorrow,” she said.

“I don’t care about glass. I know some reikatine’s set to move today, and I want to crash those suckers down.”

“Reik?” Her eyes opened wide. “Where’d you hear about that?”

“Another case.” He shrugged. He didn’t mind her looking at him like that. Maybe he could get her to come home with him — or he could go home with her, do her there, then leave. No need to trouble about breakfast.

She slid off the edge of the desk. Her skirt rode way up, and he reached over to tug it down. Her skin was as soft and smooth as he’d thought it would be. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go.”

“Gotta get some flatfoots there to back us up. These scum aren’t going to hand it over nicely.”

“Maybe I hadn’t intended to ask nicely.” She flashed a grin at him over her shoulder, and he felt himself hardening again. He definitely needed her tonight.

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