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Wonderful! Just fucking wonderful!
Riddick stood next to the space dock's loading office and cursed all the stupid motherfuckers on this planet. Somehow they'd managed to screw up his cargo's orders and he would be stuck planet-side for another two days.
The sheer panic in the eyes of the office clerk had been entertaining but not nearly enough to make up for having to stay in this shit hole for two days. Not to mention that he lost money every hour he sat here.
He ran his hands over his coarsely shaven head and tried to decide what to do for the next couple of days. He'd have to notify the company manager that he'd be late coming in with supplies. She wouldn't like it but she'd put up with it. It was hard to get a pilot who'd fly the dangerous route through the asteroid field to deliver the mining colony's shipments.
Next, find a place to lie low. Officially Richard B. Riddick was dead but he still hadn't lost the habit of keeping under the local authority's radar. Considered it good survival techniques.
Two hours later he found himself a restaurant in a seedier part of town. It had illegal red meat and real alcohol.
Okay, hanging out on a planet had some perks he thought to himself as he got a table.
Having no local currency he'd had to use his debit card, which was a little risky if there was a bust but he figured he'd be okay in this part of town. Not too many cops gonna come knocking on doors down here.
The steak was great. Bloody, just the way he liked it and the drinks were strong. Riddick pushed his glasses up on to his head to check out the waitress a little closer. He'd done a quick inspection when he entered but she was worth another look. She smiled at him from across the room and walked over with second drink.
"Nice eyes." She hooked her hair behind one ear and rested a hip on the side of his table.
He leaned back and folded his massive arms over his chest. "Hmmm."
"You a miner or an ex con?" Usual question when people saw his eyes.
"You really care?" He knew her type. Bored and looking for a little danger. Well---he definitely qualified for that he thought to himself.
She smiled and licked her lips slowly. "I get off in an hour if you're interested in --- going out for a drink or something."
Riddick pushed his glasses back down and stood up. "Maybe I'll see you in an hour."
She strolled away from the table her hips swaying gently. "Maybe you will."
He closed his eyes for just a second and imagined that she didn't have a grease stained uniform and wasn't exactly like every other woman that propositioned him like this. These women had begun to bore the shit out of him. Too predictable, too easy. It had been a while since he'd bothered to get laid and usually took care of business on his own.
He sighed and sauntered out. He wouldn't be back at the appointed time.
Back on board his ship, Riddick stood under a hot shower and took care of his tension without the benefit of the eager woman and then, after drying off, flopped down on his hard, lumpy bed. Jesus this ship was crappy. He really needed to do something about getting a new one but buying ships always meant computers and data trails. More traps that he could get caught in.
Running his hand over his eyes Riddick thought about the two boring days he was going to have to spend there. He realized that these two days weren't really the problem. He was plain fucking bored with life in general. He needed some excitement, a thrill. Memories of his life before the crash on T2 whizzed through his mind. Fucking thrills a minute. Then---something had changed inside him and he hadn't been able to return to that lifestyle.
It wasn't like he'd become a decent citizen or anything and he'd sure as hell caused enough mayhem but now he focused his energy on people he figured deserved it instead of anyone who happened to be nearby. Most of the time he just went about his business quietly and left shit alone. Sad motherfucker you've become he chided himself.
Goddamn Carolyn Fry and her sacrifice. Fucked him up royally. He turned the vision of her disappearing face away and drifted into an unsettled sleep.
Riddick came awake without moving. Something was wrong, someone was onboard his ship.
He maintained an even breathing pattern and kept himself completely at ease. He could hear footsteps moving towards his small room. One inhaled breath told him that it was a woman and another told him that she was young and clean. Not the usual smell of a merc but he supposed that this could be a rookie who got lucky and was trying to prove herself.
Big mistake little girl!
He lifted the double-edged blade off his nightside table, palmed it and then returned to a relaxed pose. Let's see how brave the bitch actually was he smiled to himself in the dark.
Jack crept along the inky black passageway with her tazer in one hand. God, what a piece of junk she laughed silently. The pipes were actually hanging down from the ceiling and everything smelled slightly stale, like the air circulation system wasn't working properly. The brief thought entered her mind that he should be living a hell of a lot better if he were taking murder contracts. Since she'd tracked him to this identity and delivery job Jack had assumed that this normal guy routine was just a cover.
It had to be!
Riddick was a cold-blooded murderer and she had plenty of net news stories showing the remains of his hapless victims over the years. According to her database of statistically probabilities, he was responsible for quite a few deaths in the last five years. She hadn't seen any evidence of the blood drinking and cannibalism that he'd been accused of before but she figured that the police didn't release all the details to every murder.
And she was going to bring him to justice. She'd even planned to donate the reward to a children's charity so that Riddick would know she hadn't done it for the money. Of course, she was going to exact a little justice of her own before she turned him in.
She stood in front of the sleeper cabin. He had to be in there. He wasn't anywhere else on the ship, she'd looked. Her gloved hand turned the tazer upwards so that it wasn't immediately visible and she put a knife in the other hand as a decoy.
The electronic swipe card hacked the lock on the room door just as quickly as it had the ship's door and she was inside. Her night vision lenses made it possible to pick up his sleeping form on the bed. She was in luck; he'd not even woken up. Jack couldn't stop the smile from showing on her face. This was priceless. The Big Evil, sleeping like a fucking baby as she captured him.
One foot in front of the other as she crossed the room, letting the knife flash in case he was faking it. She didn't want him to know what her real weapon was.
Shit!
She had balls; he'd give her that. Climbing right in the mouth of the monster to catch it. Most mercs would've stood at a safe distance and thrown a tranq into him, not realizing that tranqs didn't work so great on him until they were about to die.
Well, this little firecracker had just earned a few more seconds of life. He examined the heat pattern of her body. She wasn't overly excited for someone in this much danger. Not too fucking bright, he figured.
He let her get to the side of his bed.
"You plannin' on joining me lady?" His voice low and seductive.
He heard her gasp but she recovered quickly. "Actually, I was thinking you would be joining me."
"Think so, eh?" He moved so quickly that she didn't have a chance and suddenly she was pinned under him on the bed with her knife on the floor and his pressed up against the pale skin of her throat.
"Now what are you thinkin'?" He smiled, his teeth glinting in the darkness.
"I was thinking that you're awfully heavy Riddick. Maybe you need to go on a diet, you know, cut down on all that red meat." He caught the flicker of her teeth as she smiled back up at him.
How interesting.
She wasn't begging for him to release her, wasn't even scared and she'd obviously followed him today to that restaurant. This merc did her homework and she was tough. Maybe he'd let her live awhile for entertainment's sake.
"That's funny cause I was just thinking how hungry I was and how tasty you look." He whispered the last few words up close to her ear, letting his lips graze the lobe and felt her shiver.
This was going to be fun.
It was the last thought he had before she jabbed the tazer into his leg and the electrical charge zapped through his entire body rendering him unconscious.
