Terminal Velocity - Day 3

The next time I opened my eyes there were a couple of dwarf stars in the sky. The planet's own wasn’t there so technically it was night. My watch beeped at me, 10 am, to make matters even more confusing. Whatever, it was time to pick up my refund and leave this planet before Harry started getting anxious. I packed my gear and told the hotel to come and get it then sat back and waited.
The door said “Someone to see you Mr Tyrson”
”Come in”
The door exploded in a blaze of light, the concussion flinging me over the back of the sofa, falling, diving into the bedroom, rolling under the bed. There were footsteps and voices.
One said “Where is he then?”
Of course I could have shouted out “I’m in here” but I had other things on my mind. After all what were they being paid for?
They began tearing the place apart, one came into the bedroom, moved about a bit and left. Evidently they weren’t being paid a lot.
I coughed politely. The footsteps stopped and turned.
”Hey Creta”
”Yeah?”
”He’s in here, under the bed”The other one came into the room.
”I thought they said he was a pro”
”Easiest 10 thou…”
His words cut of as he and his friend exploded into thousands of pieces. I eased myself out from under the bed and looked around.”You bloody idiots” I said to a crisped finger “Couldn’t you have just opened the door?”
I lent down, reaching through the charred hole in the bed and pulled out the force cannon I kept there for emergencies. Good job I wasn’t staying another night. Come to think of it I should have just shot them in the feet, and then I could have asked them some questions. But that’s life, you learn from your mistakes, next time, next time.
”You called Sir?”I span, a fresh cartridge clicking into the cannons breach, then spotted the trolley and relaxed. I piled my cases onto it.
”Take these to my ship and charge my bill to this account” I dictated Harry’s number.
”And that Sir?”
I glanced at the cannon. Thought for a while and then tossed it on top.
A little too noisy.