Chronicles of a Space Mercenary 0: Tanya Read Online Free Page B
Author: Ronald Wintrick
home-planet to maintain Senatorial eligibility and as far as Tanya knew Handler may have been waiting quite a while for this opportunity when Senator Geble had to spend his allotted time on the surface of Mordalin. It would be the only time Tanya would have any chance at all to make contact.
Contact would be all that she needed. Long range, short range, it mattered little, but she wouldn't be able to do it inside an armed Federation Warship, or the Halls of Government on Earth itself. No amount of money could induce her to take a job where she wasn't sure she could get out afterward. She was a paid assassin, no more and no less, in it for the money and the money alone. The only Political Party she was interested in promoting was the Tanya Party, and it wasn't a Democracy.
Chapter 6
The mansion was guarded electronically by the most sophisticated security system credits could buy, and was actually monitored by trained human specialists. The grounds surrounding the mansion were wired. The woodlands around the grounds were wired. All monitored twenty-six hours a day. The significant factor was that the Feds were no longer guarding him however . Not on the surface of Mordalin. He was now being guarded by a Mordalin Civil Security Unit supplemented by mercenaries, undoubtedly well trained and every one of them expe rts, but they weren't the Feds.
Still, the more Tanya studied the problem, the less she liked it. She would be able to get in with some very careful planning, but getting out was going to be the problem. It was a great deal of money to do this job, but hiding-out in the woods on Mordalin for months after waiting for an extraction while things cooled down following the assassination would not be fun. It could also prove to be extremely dangerous. If the Security Forces were confident of her continued presence they wouldn’t give up the hunt . With an entire planet's Security Forces searching for you, and knowing your general whereabouts . . . . !
Tanya had accepted the assignment, however. She had never attempted to back out of a job before, once she had agreed to it, and she was sure Handler wouldn't take it well. Especially if Tanya’s first time backing out of a job was this job. There wouldn't be enough time for him to set up another O perative. Tanya wasn't sure there was another O perative who could do it. The hardest jobs always fell to her. The money was right as rain on this one though, and Tanya had let her greed talk her into something she was now mildly regretting.
Starlark, her small ship, would never get into Mordalin airspace without setting off every alarm on the planet. If she landed and docked legally there would be a record of it, and using her real name was out of the question. If she used an alias it would still be her alias, and that too much information to allow them to have in connection to such a big case.
She would be recognized as the assassin after thorough investigation, after every other rock had been turned , and even if her real identity wasn’t uncovered they would still know a great deal more about whom they were looking for. That was far too much risk on a job this big. No such records could be allowed to be generated . They could not be allowed to garner even the slightest scrap of intelligence. The assassination of a Senator would result in the largest m anhunt Mordalin had ever seen. Tanya had to get in without leaving a record, and then she had to get out after, without leaving any evidence!
She was in Mordalin’s orbit now, high above that world, docked at the Grand Palomino Resort and Casino, and acting the part she played the best. The society girl out on a lark and a whim spending daddy's credit notes at the tables and all the while drinking heavily and then back to her ship to sleep it off. Or so it appeared. Tanya's metabolism was much too high for that, part and parcel of her enhancements. She could get drunk if she wanted, but it took effort.
Mordalin's orbit
Contact would be all that she needed. Long range, short range, it mattered little, but she wouldn't be able to do it inside an armed Federation Warship, or the Halls of Government on Earth itself. No amount of money could induce her to take a job where she wasn't sure she could get out afterward. She was a paid assassin, no more and no less, in it for the money and the money alone. The only Political Party she was interested in promoting was the Tanya Party, and it wasn't a Democracy.
Chapter 6
The mansion was guarded electronically by the most sophisticated security system credits could buy, and was actually monitored by trained human specialists. The grounds surrounding the mansion were wired. The woodlands around the grounds were wired. All monitored twenty-six hours a day. The significant factor was that the Feds were no longer guarding him however . Not on the surface of Mordalin. He was now being guarded by a Mordalin Civil Security Unit supplemented by mercenaries, undoubtedly well trained and every one of them expe rts, but they weren't the Feds.
Still, the more Tanya studied the problem, the less she liked it. She would be able to get in with some very careful planning, but getting out was going to be the problem. It was a great deal of money to do this job, but hiding-out in the woods on Mordalin for months after waiting for an extraction while things cooled down following the assassination would not be fun. It could also prove to be extremely dangerous. If the Security Forces were confident of her continued presence they wouldn’t give up the hunt . With an entire planet's Security Forces searching for you, and knowing your general whereabouts . . . . !
Tanya had accepted the assignment, however. She had never attempted to back out of a job before, once she had agreed to it, and she was sure Handler wouldn't take it well. Especially if Tanya’s first time backing out of a job was this job. There wouldn't be enough time for him to set up another O perative. Tanya wasn't sure there was another O perative who could do it. The hardest jobs always fell to her. The money was right as rain on this one though, and Tanya had let her greed talk her into something she was now mildly regretting.
Starlark, her small ship, would never get into Mordalin airspace without setting off every alarm on the planet. If she landed and docked legally there would be a record of it, and using her real name was out of the question. If she used an alias it would still be her alias, and that too much information to allow them to have in connection to such a big case.
She would be recognized as the assassin after thorough investigation, after every other rock had been turned , and even if her real identity wasn’t uncovered they would still know a great deal more about whom they were looking for. That was far too much risk on a job this big. No such records could be allowed to be generated . They could not be allowed to garner even the slightest scrap of intelligence. The assassination of a Senator would result in the largest m anhunt Mordalin had ever seen. Tanya had to get in without leaving a record, and then she had to get out after, without leaving any evidence!
She was in Mordalin’s orbit now, high above that world, docked at the Grand Palomino Resort and Casino, and acting the part she played the best. The society girl out on a lark and a whim spending daddy's credit notes at the tables and all the while drinking heavily and then back to her ship to sleep it off. Or so it appeared. Tanya's metabolism was much too high for that, part and parcel of her enhancements. She could get drunk if she wanted, but it took effort.
Mordalin's orbit
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