Seven's Plumbing by Marco Bracci

Author:Marco Bracci [Bracci, Marco]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-12-28T16:00:00+00:00

Panzer stood by the Kondor, cigar dangling from his lips like a deflated balloon. Peter was laid out on the ground before him, blood still oozing from a hole in the head. He was too late. He took a long, contemplative drag on his smoke, held it in, then breathed it out through his nostrils. The scientist, Peter, was dead. Yet strangely enough, so was his killer. The heavy looked to the almost headless corpse that rested opposite of the scientist.

All that was left of Jaw-Long’s head was a gore-coated mandible, a tongue, and a couple lingering chips of his lower skull. The rest was scattered over an area far too large to search. Panzer looked back over at the little pistol that was still in Peter’s hand, then once more at the aftermath of Jaw-Long’s craniectomy. He gripped his cigar and forced his bushy eyebrows together. “What in the…?”

He looked around at some of the rooftops in the distance. A tiny, single-man shuttle was taking off from the top of an abandoned parking garage. His eyes followed the little ship until it vanished from sight. Not due to distance, but from a cloaking device. The heavy squinted and took another puff of his stogie, coughing out his following words. “Damn Ruskie tech.”

His attention was dragged away when he heard the squabbling of the other mercenaries. He glanced over as they jogged out of the broken down facility, only to slow to a stop once they got outside. The Captain wrenched his helmet off and started flapping his gums before he was even in throwing distance, hands gesturing wildly like an Italian in a parking conflict. “Boy oh boy, you will not believe what kind of next-lexel fucked up this Ziegler guy is.”

Panzer scowled and put his fists on his hips while Seven continued to rattle off. “I’m really hoping this guy just had a big Jell-O party that caught fire, because I’m not sure I want to process the other possibilities.”

Larry read through a stack of papers the two presumably gathered from downstairs. “I’m not sure we should leave this place without bringing it down. You got pictures, what else would Peter need?”

“Peter won’t be needin’ anything no more.'' The heavy spoke up, cutting their conversation short. “‘Cept maybe a casket.”

“Panzer, what the hell are you talking about?” The Captain calmed his mannerisms, his tone changing to one Panzer rarely heard. Concern. He stepped aside as the two picked up the pace, guiding their gazes to the dead scientist. “Oh, shit.”

“Jesus, right between the eyes.” Larry let his arms go limp, though he kept his grip on the papers. “Poor bloke.”

“I knew he should’ve stayed back at base!” Seven began to pace around, sticking a hand in his hair. “Fuuaack, why did I agree to let him come here?”

“Jaw-Long do this?” The engineer craned his neck back to look Panzer in the eyes.

“Yeah, but things don’t make much more sense beyond that.” The heavy jerked his head to the side as he flicked the ash off his cigar.

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