In the face of danger, Cameron caved faster than a tissue paper
umbrella. He’d just come back to base from his dozenth mission - the
dozenth mission he’d tackled on pure luck.
Cameron hadn’t always wanted to be a secret agent. He’d wanted to be
- <b>a lumberjack!</b> But that career failed too. Deep down,
Cameron was a storyteller and he knew it. He may have very little to
his credit in terms of action, but damned if he was going to
disappoint his Spaceleague comrades.
Once he was safely in the informal setting of the off-boundaries bar,
he could let his true talents shine. His buddies, most of whom had
been saddled with less illustrious patrol boats, looked at him over
their beers and waited expectantly. Roland, a warrior wielding office
supplies, had been hastily quieted by a firm nudge to the arm. Too
bad. Cameron was silently hoping the rambling tale of bureaucratic
policy would have continued on a bit longer, as he was still
tightening up a few details of his own adventure.
Oh, well. No time like the present.
“Roland, shut it,” said Bill.
“Yeah,” said Sammy. “How ‘bout a <i>real</i> story?”
Cameron took his cue and grinned at his friends.
“So there I was,” he began. “Back to the wall with the Chiromantians
closing in. Wasn’t worried, of course, ‘cuz I had my bluelight
blaster with me.”
“Damn,” said Roland. “I’d be freaking out.” Cameron waved
dismissively.
“Nah,” he said. “You get used to it.” He took a swig of beer. “Now,
where was I? Right, the bluelight blaster. So I fired a warning
shot, which those warty buggers took as a challenge. One of ‘em
charged at me. Then the rest of ‘em followed.”
“Oh, Jeez.”
“So what did I do? I charged right back at ‘em, firing all the way.
Exploded a few skulls there, I’ll tell you that much.”
“All headshots?”
“Of course.”
“Nice.”
“Yeah. The problem with that, though, is those jibs really fly. The
handle got all slippery. Made it tougher to aim.”
Sammy shuddered visibly.
“But I didn’t have time to think about that, because one of them
jumped me from behind. Yeah. I smashed his slimy green face.
Knocked him out, but I lost Baby Blue in the process.”
“Wait a sec,” said Bill. “Wouldn’t it have just fallen on the floor.
Like, you could pick it up right?”
Cameron thought quickly. “No,” he replied. “Because it was dark.
And there were a lot of open pits around, so it probably fell right
into one of those.”
“Wouldn’t you be able to tell.”
“Well, you know. If it hit the ground, which I know it did, it must
have got kicked in there in the skirmish.”
“Uh...okay.”
“Yeah. So I was left with no choice but to fight with my fists.
There must have been another 50 fighters down there with me. Hard to
tell, it was so dark.”
“I thought your mission was during the day.”
“It is. It’s just...it’s dark there during the day. It’s like the
moon, you know, one side is always dark. It’s like that.”
“Ah, I see.”
“So I’m fighting them. Left hook, right hook, uppercut, on and on.
And then, you’ll never believe what happened.”
Cameron had another long drink of beer, biding his time. He snuck a
look out of the corner of his eye to see his friends’ rapt
expressions.
“What happened?” Roland demanded.
“My watch beeped.”
“Your watch?”
“Yeah. I’d set it to know how long I had until the bomb went off. I
knew there wasn’t time to fight them all, so I picked one of them up
and I threw him at a pile of nearby rocks.”
“What?”
“Just listen. The impact was at the perfect spot, triggering the
avalanche. The rocks crashed down, killing the lot of them! Me, of
course, I jumped out of the way at the last second. I went into a
roll and jumped up next to the bomb, which I cracked right open.
There were a million little wires in there, and I didn’t know which
one to cut. So you know what I did? I guessed.”
Cameron swung his arms around in a wild gesture. “And you’ll never
believe - ow!”
“What happened?” Sammy asked.
Cameron didn’t want to admit it. His shoulder was sore as he’d pulled
a muscle getting out of his ship. Bounding out from the driver’s
side, excited to finally be back at base, he slammed the door so fast
it caught the back of his jacket. He continued forward. His jacked
didn’t. He wrenched a muscle in his arm and was starting to feel the
pain again.
“What happened?” Cameron repeated. “I was judo flipped by a
platypus.”