DEAD SPAC MARTYR PART THREE THE NOOSE TIGHTENS Part 30,31,
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DEAD SPAC MARTYR PART THREE THE NOOSE TIGHTENS Part 30,31,
30 Lenny Small, president of DredgerCorp, was still sleeping when the vid-link went active. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he became aware of it. At first he thought it was the maid, talking on her phone, and he yelled, “For God’s sake, shut the hell up and get the hell out!” putting the pillow over his head. “Wake up, Small,” said a voice. It was a deep gravelly voice, a certain edge to it. Definitely not the maid. Curious, he peeked out from under the pillow. The voice was coming from the holoscreen. “Oh, it’s you, Markoff,” he said. “Damn right it’s me,” said the man on the screen. Craig Markoff had white hair, slightly longer than a military man usually had, carefully combed back and gelled in place. He had an imposing, square-cut jaw and steady, ice blue eyes. He was wearing the dress uniform and insignia of government intelligence. As with all intelligence agents, his rank was not indicated even on his dress uniform. Small stretched. He moved to the edge of the bed and got out, nake…
