Ascension II: Prosecution
The prosecuting attorney for Juno Station was next to speak. He demanded jurisdiction over Bates for reckless flying, evasion of customs inspection…
The prosecuting attorney for Juno Station was next to speak. He demanded jurisdiction over Bates for reckless flying, evasion of customs inspection…
Judge Maynard rapped his gavel. “The court will come to order.” A mixed party of late arrivals was still being seated. They were Navy personnel in rumpled…
Two guards brought Bates into the conference room, one on each arm. Full of Haldol, he walked with a slow, shuffling gait, concentrating on the floor. They put…
Bates went into the apartment bedroom. A potted red venerem certis fungus, commonly called lover’s lips, occupied one of the nightstands; it looked hideous…
Bates saw reflections in a pair of lenses. The shooter wasn’t alone after all; he had a lookout with night-vision specs. Bates spun and ran, heedless of his…
Bates hit the broken and rather nasty pavement in front of the permanently open entrance to Hooligan’s. As he lay there amid splashes of used beer and squished…
Tunnel lights flowed around the tram. Nobody seemed to appreciate having a volunteer driver. A cop and two of the more-intelligent riders thrust the…
Red lights were flashing. “Security alert. Colonial police have been summoned,” chanted a mechanical voice. Bates drove the floor-scrubber at the platform…
Bates walked around a man driving a floor-scrubber; the Authority believed in sanitation as a deterrent to crime. He stepped up to the turnstile. A pleasant…
Bates peered down the stairs as he approached the woman. Was the convict that wouldn’t kill him lurking down there? “Hey, sailor; you buying?” she coaxed…
Landing the stolen shuttle at an airstrip would have meant the end of his escape. So Bates had to ditch in wilderness; but Juno’s terraforming was too…
After Bates stashed the knife in his pants, he sat up casually. He found himself looking up Ishikawa’s pistol. “It’s rude to steal the cutlery,” said the rebel…
“Reckall hired me on Phobos,” Bates lied easily. “I’m a private contractor; so, no uniform. I just don’t fit in with them.” And he indicated the outnumbered…
Bates walked into what had once been Threetown’s most popular eatery. Now it served as the mess hall for the survivors of the Synod-spawned plague and the USNE…
The steel lattice of Threetown’s dome cut the sea of cold stars into fractal bytes. Inside were warmth, air and light; outside, nothing. But despite its…