Reenlistment. Part 18

"I will kill you if it is the last thing I do!" threatened #1 as medics carried him to a medivac shuttle. "This is not over yet! There will be one more chapter, and it will end with your slow, torturous death as I tear you apart limb by limb with my bare claws!"

Imperial Feet Commander #1 left with Charlie Brown and the detail of medics. We kept John Wayne.

That was the last I heard from the Spider Fleet Commander. I should have taken the Fleet Commander's threats seriously and let Spot finish him off. Enemies are best dealt with while they're down. But no, confident of my invincibility, I let the Fleet Commander escape. I blew off his threats as the mere rant of a spider going into traumatic shock. It did look that way. I never expected to see him again soon anyway.

Now was time for celebration. I got drunk with my men at the North Slope Tavern. At the end of the night, I staggered off alone, back to my cold dark office. "Can you believe it?" I complained aloud. "Colonel Joey R. Czerinski, hero of the Legion, savior of the world again and I can't get a date at the end of the evening!" No matter. I was tired and needed rest.

As soon as I reached for the light switch, I knew I had made a fatal mistake. I had lowered my guard for just an instant, but that was an instant too long! I could smell the pungent odor of spider in the air. They had been waiting for me all night. Immediately I reached for my sidearm, but quick claws deftly s.n.a.t.c.hed my pistol away. Eight limbs wrapped around me, pinning me to my desktop. Vicious fangs pressed to my neck, drawing a slight trickle of blood. Stifling breath moistened my face. I gagged. Conceding death, I closed my eyes and waited for the end.

"Joey, Joey, Joey! We had a date, and you stood me up! Did you really think I would forget, and not collect my due?"

"Amanda?" I asked, terrified, but relieved. Her fangs still pressed ever tighter against my neck. "I'm so glad to see you!"

"Sure you are! You stood me up!"

"There was a thermal nuclear war. Remember? What could I do?"

"Is that the best excuse you can come up with? h.e.l.lo! You could have called me!"

"Please don't kiss so hard. I'm bleeding!"

"I can taste it. Yum yum! Oh, Joey, my darling, I could never stay mad at you for long, my dearest love. But I am not a one-night-stand kind of girl. I have my pristine reputation to keep intact. You will make an honest female out of me yet. Tonight I will not be denied. It is our destiny."

"Help! Someone help!"

"Joey, darling, fight me to the end if you must. You're such a hot, wretched little fur ball. Your human pestilence mating rituals are so kinky, I love it!"

"Help!" I yelled again, unsheathing my jagged combat knife. It too was knocked away.

"Naughty boy!" hissed Amanda, even more excited. "You are so handsome in your spiffy new Legion uniform. I'll try not to rip it. I'm so glad you reenlisted. Now all is as it was before. All is right in the galaxy, my love. The stars are aligned. The galaxy is safe, protected by the Legion and my brave and powerful legionnaire. And, I have you babe!"

~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~.

Walter Knight

Walter played football on Tucson High School's last state champions.h.i.+p team (1971). He served three years in the army, and the GI Bill paid for his college education, helping him earn degrees from Fort Steilacoom Community College, Central Was.h.i.+ngton State College, and the University of Puget Sound School of Law.

Walter lives a very quiet and private life, residing with his family and horses, dogs, cats, and fish atop a hill in rural Was.h.i.+ngton. Walt enjoys taking road trips to explore ghost towns and casinos.

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