She had the most colossal headache, and her stomach hadn’t stopped rolling since she’d learned of Tyler’s current situation. She wished The Excalibur could go faster. But even though it could outrun most spaceships, it was no Star Speeder .
They heard a loud crackling noise as the ship’s AI materialized in front of them. They had affectionately called the female Artificial Intelligence Lucy, and she stood at attention in front of them, with her hands crossed behind her back.
Lucy was programmed to resemble Samantha, although she had bright purple hair at the RECKLESS BOUNTY Marly Mathews 30
moment, and was dressed in a Neon pink jumpsuit. Lucy certainly didn’t have any fashion sense.
Samantha stared over in annoyance at Lucy, and scrunched her features up. She snorted and whispered to her sister, “Remind me to kick that husband of yours in the ass the next time I see him. I hate the way he made Lucy look like me. I can’t even change it, because he knows that I don’t have a clue about those sorts of things,” she lamented angrily, sipping at her dark brew. “And to add insult to injury he made her hair purple because of the unfortunate display my abilities make when they decide to make an impression.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it, dear. I think Dylan thought that he was paying you a compliment. We most certainly can’t change Lucy’s look now that she is used to it.”
“Dylan could just wipe her memory,” Samantha suggested. It wasn’t the first time that she’d suggested wiping Lucy’s memory, and probably wouldn’t be the last.
Lucy cleared her holographic throat so as to catch their attention.
“What is it, Lucy?” she snapped, wincing at her overly harsh tone, as Johanna served her with a disapproving stare. She stuck her tongue out at Johanna. For some reason, Johanna insisted in treating Lucy as an equal.
“I have been monitoring vital communications through the large network of the United Bounty Hunters Federation, and have also been monitoring all vital communications on New Monaco. Now please, stop congratulating me for such diligence to my job,” Lucy said, putting up her hand, as Samantha kept herself from kicking Lucy’s non-existent butt. Lucy also had a habit of going on ego trips.
“What have you found out?” Samantha demanded. Her senses were heightened, and she tapped her foot restlessly against the floor.
“Well, I was just getting to that ....” Lucy said, calling up a recording that she had made.
Samantha tensed, instantly recognizing the nasally voice.
“Veronica!” Samantha muttered. “I so did not need to hear her whiny assed voice.”
Johanna gave her a worried gaze.
Veronica Hutchins’s voice streamed out through the speakers, and Samantha balled her hands into fists as tears of frustration welled in her eyes. She didn’t need this.
“That woman will have Tyler for dinner,” she murmured. Her heart jumped.
There was one thing that you could always count on in Veronica, and that was her vicious attention to detail. Samantha wasn’t surprised that Veronica had managed to capture Tyler, she had just been praying that Tyler would have had the capacity to elude his hunters until his family arrived to bail him out.
“This is going to complicate matters,” Johanna said below her breath. Right at that moment, Dylan appeared on the main bridge.
He looked weary and defeated, and Samantha could already guess that he had overheard Lucy’s update.
“That
woman
hates men,” Dylan said, shuddering. He leaned against the nearest bulkhead, and rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, and she doesn’t like women much better,” Samantha declared, instinctively rubbing the spot where Veronica had dislocated her shoulder two years ago.
She hated the woman. Hated her because she had her husband, and hated her because she matched her skill for skill. It would be bloody difficult rescuing Tyler from her. But hell, she was always up for a
They heard a loud crackling noise as the ship’s AI materialized in front of them. They had affectionately called the female Artificial Intelligence Lucy, and she stood at attention in front of them, with her hands crossed behind her back.
Lucy was programmed to resemble Samantha, although she had bright purple hair at the RECKLESS BOUNTY Marly Mathews 30
moment, and was dressed in a Neon pink jumpsuit. Lucy certainly didn’t have any fashion sense.
Samantha stared over in annoyance at Lucy, and scrunched her features up. She snorted and whispered to her sister, “Remind me to kick that husband of yours in the ass the next time I see him. I hate the way he made Lucy look like me. I can’t even change it, because he knows that I don’t have a clue about those sorts of things,” she lamented angrily, sipping at her dark brew. “And to add insult to injury he made her hair purple because of the unfortunate display my abilities make when they decide to make an impression.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it, dear. I think Dylan thought that he was paying you a compliment. We most certainly can’t change Lucy’s look now that she is used to it.”
“Dylan could just wipe her memory,” Samantha suggested. It wasn’t the first time that she’d suggested wiping Lucy’s memory, and probably wouldn’t be the last.
Lucy cleared her holographic throat so as to catch their attention.
“What is it, Lucy?” she snapped, wincing at her overly harsh tone, as Johanna served her with a disapproving stare. She stuck her tongue out at Johanna. For some reason, Johanna insisted in treating Lucy as an equal.
“I have been monitoring vital communications through the large network of the United Bounty Hunters Federation, and have also been monitoring all vital communications on New Monaco. Now please, stop congratulating me for such diligence to my job,” Lucy said, putting up her hand, as Samantha kept herself from kicking Lucy’s non-existent butt. Lucy also had a habit of going on ego trips.
“What have you found out?” Samantha demanded. Her senses were heightened, and she tapped her foot restlessly against the floor.
“Well, I was just getting to that ....” Lucy said, calling up a recording that she had made.
Samantha tensed, instantly recognizing the nasally voice.
“Veronica!” Samantha muttered. “I so did not need to hear her whiny assed voice.”
Johanna gave her a worried gaze.
Veronica Hutchins’s voice streamed out through the speakers, and Samantha balled her hands into fists as tears of frustration welled in her eyes. She didn’t need this.
“That woman will have Tyler for dinner,” she murmured. Her heart jumped.
There was one thing that you could always count on in Veronica, and that was her vicious attention to detail. Samantha wasn’t surprised that Veronica had managed to capture Tyler, she had just been praying that Tyler would have had the capacity to elude his hunters until his family arrived to bail him out.
“This is going to complicate matters,” Johanna said below her breath. Right at that moment, Dylan appeared on the main bridge.
He looked weary and defeated, and Samantha could already guess that he had overheard Lucy’s update.
“That
woman
hates men,” Dylan said, shuddering. He leaned against the nearest bulkhead, and rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, and she doesn’t like women much better,” Samantha declared, instinctively rubbing the spot where Veronica had dislocated her shoulder two years ago.
She hated the woman. Hated her because she had her husband, and hated her because she matched her skill for skill. It would be bloody difficult rescuing Tyler from her. But hell, she was always up for a
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