The White Sheep and The Black Wolf Part8
X twitched upon his sheets and grimaced. For the past 2 hours he had
been trying to fall asleep, managing only to get 15 minutes of sleep.
The numbers 10:15 glared into his exhausted eyes from the digital
clock.
Finally, X stood up, groaning as he stretched his stiff body. The
floor was not a desirable place to sleep, but it beat sleeping upon
the filthy bed his host had provided. There could be fleas or
intergalactic diseases that maybe teeming on it.
X yawned. He wondered if the pilot had finished making repairs on the
ship's engine. They were already far behind schedule.
He reached under his pillow, trying to find the case of money he had
stashed away from the Zulian.
X's eyes widened when he couldn't find it. Flipping over his pillow,
he found that the case wasn't there. He yelled in frustration. That
weasel! X swore he would ring the Zulian's neck when he got the
chance.
He rushed quickly out of his room, tripping over his bed sheets in
the progress. After searching the entire ship, which wasn't too hard
for its small size, he couldn't find the pilot anywhere.
As he rushed into the cockpit, he heard the sound of a small vehicle
start. X ran up to the dashboard and peered outside the windshield.
In the dim lights of the sewer, the Zulian tried to start the
ignition of his hovercycle. In the basket of it was X's case of cash.
But what outraged X the most was that the driver was wearing his suit.
X sprinted down the stairs. By the time he reached outside, the
Zulian had manage to start the engine.
The driver turned his head and gasped as he saw X in hot pursuit. He
hit the gas and the hovercycle sped away. "See you, sucker!" the
Zulian called out with a crackle.
X ran after the pilot until the cycle disappeared around the corner.
Then he slowed down and finally came to a stop. He kicked himself
mentally for letting his guard down and relaxing. He should have
waited until arriving home.
He sank unto the ground and held his head in defeat. Now he didn't
have any money to get off the planet, and he had a hunch that the
Zulian had sabotaged the ship's engine or the ship never could fly to
begin with.
For the first time in his life, he didn't know what to do. He
obviously couldn't earn cash by taking a job. Employers would be
asking questions or worse tell MIB that they found their missing
agent. X shivered at the thought. Being caught would mean being
locked in prison, possibly for life.
From his choices, X found that turning himself in was the most
logical decision. At least, he hoped the punishment wouldn't be so
severe.
Before deciding to do just that (and risk believing in that
assumption), X thought that if he could manage to fix the ship engine
he wouldn't need to turn himself in.
Sighing, X stood up and walked toward the ship. There was going to be
a lot of parts to fix in the old bucket.
X twitched upon his sheets and grimaced. For the past 2 hours he had
been trying to fall asleep, managing only to get 15 minutes of sleep.
The numbers 10:15 glared into his exhausted eyes from the digital
clock.
Finally, X stood up, groaning as he stretched his stiff body. The
floor was not a desirable place to sleep, but it beat sleeping upon
the filthy bed his host had provided. There could be fleas or
intergalactic diseases that maybe teeming on it.
X yawned. He wondered if the pilot had finished making repairs on the
ship's engine. They were already far behind schedule.
He reached under his pillow, trying to find the case of money he had
stashed away from the Zulian.
X's eyes widened when he couldn't find it. Flipping over his pillow,
he found that the case wasn't there. He yelled in frustration. That
weasel! X swore he would ring the Zulian's neck when he got the
chance.
He rushed quickly out of his room, tripping over his bed sheets in
the progress. After searching the entire ship, which wasn't too hard
for its small size, he couldn't find the pilot anywhere.
As he rushed into the cockpit, he heard the sound of a small vehicle
start. X ran up to the dashboard and peered outside the windshield.
In the dim lights of the sewer, the Zulian tried to start the
ignition of his hovercycle. In the basket of it was X's case of cash.
But what outraged X the most was that the driver was wearing his suit.
X sprinted down the stairs. By the time he reached outside, the
Zulian had manage to start the engine.
The driver turned his head and gasped as he saw X in hot pursuit. He
hit the gas and the hovercycle sped away. "See you, sucker!" the
Zulian called out with a crackle.
X ran after the pilot until the cycle disappeared around the corner.
Then he slowed down and finally came to a stop. He kicked himself
mentally for letting his guard down and relaxing. He should have
waited until arriving home.
He sank unto the ground and held his head in defeat. Now he didn't
have any money to get off the planet, and he had a hunch that the
Zulian had sabotaged the ship's engine or the ship never could fly to
begin with.
For the first time in his life, he didn't know what to do. He
obviously couldn't earn cash by taking a job. Employers would be
asking questions or worse tell MIB that they found their missing
agent. X shivered at the thought. Being caught would mean being
locked in prison, possibly for life.
From his choices, X found that turning himself in was the most
logical decision. At least, he hoped the punishment wouldn't be so
severe.
Before deciding to do just that (and risk believing in that
assumption), X thought that if he could manage to fix the ship engine
he wouldn't need to turn himself in.
Sighing, X stood up and walked toward the ship. There was going to be
a lot of parts to fix in the old bucket.