Vatican Ambassador Read Online Free
Author: Mike Luoma
Tags: Fiction, General, Science-Fiction, Action & Adventure, Science Fiction - General, Fiction - Science Fiction
crackles.
“Father Campion? This is ‘Lunar Prime News Service’, we just want to ask you a few questions about Daniel McEntyre’s allegations today that you are a…”
“No comment!” BC shouts. “Door lock secure! No interruptions! Do not disturb!”
Goddamn him!
BC paces across his stateroom.
“Com unit! Get me Governor Marc Edwards,” BC barks.
“Governor’s office,” a young sounding male voice, not Edwards, answers.
“Governor Edwards, please. It’s Bernard Campion and it’s kind of important I speak to him immediately.”
“Yeah, I can see why,” the guy answers back.
Jeesh, a comedian… who is this kid? I don’t remember him.
“Yeah, okay, please, just put me through to Edwards, okay?” BC tries asking nicely.
“He’s in a meeting right now.”
“This is an emergency!” BC stifles the urge to crawl through the com unit and strangle the kid. He tries to keep his voice even toned. “I think the governor might want to talk to me right now .”
“He’s talking to my dad ‘right now’. They’re busy. I’ll give him the message you called.”
“Your dad? Who is this?” BC demands.
“I don’t have to tell you,” the kid teases BC. BC scowls.
“Visual on!” BC commands. He can now see the young teen sitting at the governor’s reception desk.
“Capture and ID!” BC orders.
“Visual off! Com off,” the boy yells. The viewer blinks as the picture disappears and sound clicks off.
“Subject is a minor,” BC’s com unit tells him. “Justin Spear. Only child. Son of Julius Spears and Margaret “Maggie” Spears. Maggie Spears deceased, December 25, 2109.”
Mother died in the Christmas attacks. Don’t know the mother or the father…
Heh… I do like these new security features!
“Identify Julius Spears?” BC commands the com unit.
“Spears, Julius,” the com unit begins. “Born July 13, 2061. Earth. United States sector of Universal Trade Zone. Graduated with honors, Jersey City Polytechnic Institute for Media, May 2082. Employed by MediAdvisors of Lunar Prime.”
“MediAdvisors?” BC queries.
“Advertising agency,” the com unit informs him.
MediAdvisors? I don’t know them. Marc must have brought them in to help on the campaign. I’ll have to tell him the guy’s kid is a brat…
“Com unit, get me Marc Edwards, please,” BC asks.
“Governor’s off… oh, you again,” the kid answers, then cuts off the com. Why you little prick…
BC hears something rattle. The sound comes again. It’s a rattle, coming from somewhere near the door to his stateroom. And again. BC places the sound.
It’s the glasses up on my shelf up next to the door, shaking together… someone must be hammering the outside door pretty hard! That’s beyond knocking!
“Com unit, get me security.”
“LSC. This is Security,” a woman answers.
“Yes, this is Father Bernard Campion, the Vatican Ambassador,” BC tells her. The glasses rattle again, louder this time. “There are people right now trying to break down the door to my stateroom, I was hoping you could send some officers over to stop them from doing that.”
“They’re trying to break into your stateroom? Right now?” the officer asks him. Rattle.
“Right now,” BC says.
“Yeah. I can see them on our security viewer. Looks like a few media teams. We’ll clear them away for now, but you know them, they just keep coming back,” she tells BC.
“I know,” BC says with a sigh.
“Sorry,” she says. “We’ll call back when it’s all clear, Father.”
“Thank you,” BC says, and cuts the com.
Should I bother… what the fuck?
“Com unit, get me Marc Edwards, please,” BC asks again.
“Governor’s Office. Oh. Why do you keep calling?” Justin Spears asks him. “Good buh…” he’s cut off as a voice echoes in the background over the com unit, shouting, “Justin! What are you doing?”
“Visual on!” BC commands in time to see an older man who looks like the boy come into
“Father Campion? This is ‘Lunar Prime News Service’, we just want to ask you a few questions about Daniel McEntyre’s allegations today that you are a…”
“No comment!” BC shouts. “Door lock secure! No interruptions! Do not disturb!”
Goddamn him!
BC paces across his stateroom.
“Com unit! Get me Governor Marc Edwards,” BC barks.
“Governor’s office,” a young sounding male voice, not Edwards, answers.
“Governor Edwards, please. It’s Bernard Campion and it’s kind of important I speak to him immediately.”
“Yeah, I can see why,” the guy answers back.
Jeesh, a comedian… who is this kid? I don’t remember him.
“Yeah, okay, please, just put me through to Edwards, okay?” BC tries asking nicely.
“He’s in a meeting right now.”
“This is an emergency!” BC stifles the urge to crawl through the com unit and strangle the kid. He tries to keep his voice even toned. “I think the governor might want to talk to me right now .”
“He’s talking to my dad ‘right now’. They’re busy. I’ll give him the message you called.”
“Your dad? Who is this?” BC demands.
“I don’t have to tell you,” the kid teases BC. BC scowls.
“Visual on!” BC commands. He can now see the young teen sitting at the governor’s reception desk.
“Capture and ID!” BC orders.
“Visual off! Com off,” the boy yells. The viewer blinks as the picture disappears and sound clicks off.
“Subject is a minor,” BC’s com unit tells him. “Justin Spear. Only child. Son of Julius Spears and Margaret “Maggie” Spears. Maggie Spears deceased, December 25, 2109.”
Mother died in the Christmas attacks. Don’t know the mother or the father…
Heh… I do like these new security features!
“Identify Julius Spears?” BC commands the com unit.
“Spears, Julius,” the com unit begins. “Born July 13, 2061. Earth. United States sector of Universal Trade Zone. Graduated with honors, Jersey City Polytechnic Institute for Media, May 2082. Employed by MediAdvisors of Lunar Prime.”
“MediAdvisors?” BC queries.
“Advertising agency,” the com unit informs him.
MediAdvisors? I don’t know them. Marc must have brought them in to help on the campaign. I’ll have to tell him the guy’s kid is a brat…
“Com unit, get me Marc Edwards, please,” BC asks.
“Governor’s off… oh, you again,” the kid answers, then cuts off the com. Why you little prick…
BC hears something rattle. The sound comes again. It’s a rattle, coming from somewhere near the door to his stateroom. And again. BC places the sound.
It’s the glasses up on my shelf up next to the door, shaking together… someone must be hammering the outside door pretty hard! That’s beyond knocking!
“Com unit, get me security.”
“LSC. This is Security,” a woman answers.
“Yes, this is Father Bernard Campion, the Vatican Ambassador,” BC tells her. The glasses rattle again, louder this time. “There are people right now trying to break down the door to my stateroom, I was hoping you could send some officers over to stop them from doing that.”
“They’re trying to break into your stateroom? Right now?” the officer asks him. Rattle.
“Right now,” BC says.
“Yeah. I can see them on our security viewer. Looks like a few media teams. We’ll clear them away for now, but you know them, they just keep coming back,” she tells BC.
“I know,” BC says with a sigh.
“Sorry,” she says. “We’ll call back when it’s all clear, Father.”
“Thank you,” BC says, and cuts the com.
Should I bother… what the fuck?
“Com unit, get me Marc Edwards, please,” BC asks again.
“Governor’s Office. Oh. Why do you keep calling?” Justin Spears asks him. “Good buh…” he’s cut off as a voice echoes in the background over the com unit, shouting, “Justin! What are you doing?”
“Visual on!” BC commands in time to see an older man who looks like the boy come into