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Biolab 69 - Duke and Jack
Chapter 5 - Job Offer
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The first thing I was aware of was an image.  A sleek brown head, half
covered by a combat helmet, was looking up at me.  The dog, somehow I knew he
was male, was studying me intently.  "Think you could work with a half-mad
Doberman?"

"Sniff my crotch..."

The image vanished.  I saw the same dog on the ground, with blood spurting
from his mouth...

Pain washed over me, the new image vanished, my eyes snapped open--and I
screamed the dog's name:  "Duke!"  

I felt something cold touch my neck.  "About time you woke up."

"What happened?"

"Don't you remember?"

I closed my eyes, searched...  and found myself looking down at a sleek brown
head that was partially covered by the distinctive headgear worn by combat
structs.

"Duke, the only thing I remember is meeting you for the first time."

There was a long silence.  "Nothing?  You don't remember our last battle, or
taking the hit meant to finish me?"

I tried to roll over to face him.  I couldn't move so I settled for looking
at the ceiling.  "I remember we're partners.  Your name.  The image of our
first meeting, forever burned into my mind."

I felt the bed shift as he jumped on it.  He carefully straddled my prone
body and the ceiling was replaced with his sleek head.  His ears were flat
against his skull and those expressive brown eyes were filled with worry.
"OK, Jack.  They told me you were mind-lost.  They also told me to tell you
to build on what you *do* remember.  Eventually it will all come back--if you
really want to remember it all.  You didn't suffer any brain damage.  It was
your side that was blown away, not your head."

We looked at each other for a long time while I thought about it.  "I saved
your life?"

"Yeah.  Then I saved yours.  Nothing we haven't done before--lots of times."

Lots of times.  Something in the way he said it triggered a brief glimpse of
another image.  I saw him straddling me but this time I was looking up at his
swollen penis.  "I see your dick."

He tilted his head slightly.  "Yeah?  And?"

I sighed.  "That's it.  Just a glimpse and then it was gone."  I tried to
reach up and pet him.  My arm didn't move.  "I can't move my arms.  Oh, your
dick was pretty big.  Swollen."

This time his voice held a note of interest.  "Yeah?  It was?  You figured
out why?"  Then he moved his head and licked my face gently.  "Thought I'd
lost you, love.  You decided to stick around?  Partner?"

Everything hit me at once.  Duke, on the ground, lifeless.  The woman holding
the antique rifle, lining up for another shot, to make sure he was dead.  My
scream of hatred and loss, followed by my desperate lunge.  The deafening
blast when she fired.  The impact and pain.  "Duke!  You're alive!..."

He turned his head away, embarrassed.  "Yeah.  I guess you remember now."

"The blood.  It was pouring from your mouth.  I thought..."

"Only stunned.  Damn bullet hit my headgear and knocked me out for a few
seconds.  Impact slammed my jaws shut--nearly bit my tongue in half."  He
moved and settled so he was stretched out by my side with his head on my good
shoulder.  I felt him press gently.

"The bullet shattered your lifesigns monitor and drove the shrapnel into your
side.  When I came to and didn't have a signal from you I went berserk.  So
used to facing lasers that I never thought the monitor was destroyed, assumed
you were dead."  He shut up and pressed again.  "Yeah.  Berserk.  Got us
promoted to a desk job.  Can't have a field op go crazy and shred a woman in
public.  Started with her throat.  Went from there.  Saw the after incident
pics.  Pretty messy, Jack.  Nobody kills my Jack.  Nobody kills my lover and
lives to brag about it.  Yesterday, got a private note from the opposition.
Apology.  They knew she'd fucked them as surely as she thought she'd killed
us.  Truce.  Peace negotiations begin as soon as you can get out of this bed
and into a cart without dragging half the floor with you for life support.
They want to live, too.  Bio Partners Security was going to declare vendetta
if you died.  I couldn't stop them and they made sure the opposition knew
it."

"Vendetta?  BPS?"

"Yeah.  The recovery techs managed to pull her monitor records.  Turned out
she was a senior op for an organization we'd never heard of.  Our crew did a
data dump to BPS and all hell broke loose.  Anyway, she was more than just
another field op in a small merc outfit."

I winced.  We were good, damn good--but compared to BPS we swatted gnats and
we knew it.  Hell, Duke and I had learned that the hard way when a BP team
had asked us to do a few training sessions with them.  They'd scored easy
kills in every test and we never got a shot off.  The wolf had apologized
later and made a gentle comment.  'You two are good, but neither one of you
is a wolf.  Don't let it bother you.'  "Duke?  Who the hell did we run into?"

He sighed.  "A wolf-killer, Jack.  A fucking renegade wolf-killer."

"Damn.  No wonder BPS went nuts."

"Yeah.  Something like that."  He snorted  "Remember that team we played with
a few years ago?"

"What about them?  Yeah, I was just remembering what the wolf told us about
not being wolves."

"They showed up in full combat gear a few minutes after the data dump.  Get
this.  *Both* of them pissed on what was left of the body and then *thanked*
me for doing such a good job on her."

I managed to turn my head so I could look at him.  He was telling the truth.
"Ah...  Duke?   I had the impression those two are consummate professionals.
Lethal as hell, but still so professional that after the combat is over
they'd buy a round for the folks they just finished trying to kill." 

Duke laughed.  It was that evil, filled with gruesome promises laugh that
only came out when the Doberman in him made all of his decisions about
justice.  "Yeah.  Professional.  Pros until they run into one of these
wolf-killers.  When that happens they get personal.  Very, very personal.  As
in *lethal*.  No mercy.  I understand the other side is the same way.  Hatred
doesn't begin to express how those two groups feel about each other."  

He stopped.  "It's them.  They're here."  I felt the bed start shaking.  Duke
was shivering in terror.  He also whimpered and tried to hide his head in my
armpit.

"Who?..."  I realized.  "Oh.  Shit."

I heard a man sigh.  "Relax, you two.  Duke.  Did that bullet addle your
brain that much?  We're friends, damnit."

Duke pulled his head out of my armpit.  "You expect me to believe that when
all I can smell is death?"

There was a long, tense silence.  Then the wolf spoke.  "Duke.  Did anyone
check you for olfactory damage?"

"No."

"Of all the..."  His tones changed, became those of a wolf used to giving
orders.  "Seal this room.  I'm calling in an evac team and a field trauma
squad.  I want these two fixed right and I want it done last week.  If anyone
objects, tell them BPS has just quarantined this area and if they want to
keep their job they can get out of our way."

Four hours and a trip halfway around the world later we found ourselves being
escorted into an imposing facility.  Duke was taken away to have his nose
sorted out and I was settled in the most luxurious hospital suite I'd ever
seen.

The wolf was gone on some business of his own and that left the man to settle
me in.  "Sorry about the poor accommodations.  This was all we had
available."

I adjusted the bed so I could look out the window.  "Poor?   I've never seen
anything this luxurious.  Figured it must be some sort of VIP ward.  Thanks,
whoever you and your partner are.  I've managed to forget your names.
Remember playing those games a few years ago but that's it."  I turned the
bed so I could look at him.  He was settled in a chair with his legs
stretched out.  He looked relaxed but I was looking for, and found, the
lethal layer I remembered seeing.   "Nice pose but I see past it, killer."

He nodded his head.  "Wasn't trying to hide.  I'm Mark, partner to Heth and
right now we're the Alpha command team in BPS.  This is the recovery area for
those injured during training.  The support facilities are pretty basic.  The
team recovery wards are a lot more sophisticated.  Anyway, the structs take
damn good care of those of us who can live and work with them at any level.
He leaned forward.  "How are you feeling?"

"Miserable.  Can't move, except when I play with this fancy bed.  Wondering
what's going on.  Wondering what my new job will be now that Duke and I are
desk pilots."  I closed my eyes, sighed deeply and then reopened them to look
at Mark.  "Grateful as hell for everything but wondering what sort of price
we'll be paying for all of this attention from BPS.  Why the hell is the
Alpha team of BPS spending time with a combat struct team that almost got
killed?  Oh yeah, I almost forgot.  Where are we?  Four hours travel time
covers a hell of a lot of territory."

"You're at BPS headquarters.  Don't look so surprised.  After what happened
to Sophia and Ted...  Oh.  That's right, you don't know our history.  You and
Duke didn't partner through the usual channels..."

The man was actually embarrassed.  "Heth and I studied your records.  Pretty
sketchy."

He went on before I could comment.  "Never mind.  I'm not here to talk about
our past, or yours."  He grinned briefly when I reacted.  "Yeah, Heth and I
know more about you and Duke than we do anyone else in the entire Bio
Partners organization."

I snorted.  "Must be a damn good reason for that.  Duke and I are a combat
team, one of so damn many that I can't believe we're of much interest...
Wait...  Duke mentioned she was a wolf-killer.  This have anything to do with
that?"

"Only after the fact.  Kinda nice to know our future bosses are familiar with
death--and delivering it."

"Duke and me?  Boss BPS?  He called me mind-lost, not out of contact with
reality, like you are.  We aren't killers except under stress.  I know that
much about us."

He laughed so hard he fell backwards.  Still chuckling he righted the chair
and resettled.  "Didn't say anything about you two bossing BPS.  We've been
looking you over for something else."  He sobered.  "Something we knew we
needed but never had anyone to head.  Until now, until you and Duke proved in
the field that you can do the job--if you accept it."

I figured he deserved a glare and he got the best one I could come up with.
"Fine.  We blow it in the field, nearly get killed and *YOU* sit there and
tell me you want me as your boss?  Want me to punch holes in that dream?"

He reached into his shirt pocket and produced an ID card.  "Is this a dream?"
He turned it so I could see the front.  The faces on it were familiar.
Everything else was wrong.  He flipped it on my chest, stood up and of all
the impossible things... saluted me.  "You and Duke can punch all the holes
you want when you write the rules as heads of Bio Partners' new Diplomatic
Section."  He started to leave then turned back and grinned again...  "Oh,
your last job as a combat team will be to finalize the peace negotiations
between us and those mercs.  After that?  Well, you can sit behind a desk and
be my personal secretary... or accept this and be my boss when I need a
diplomatic team.  Be warned.  If you stay a combat team you'll get held in
reserve for the diplomatic work.  You're no good to us in the field.  We
can't afford to put known berserkers in the field.  Sorry.  You aren't the
only team we've pulled in over the years."  He smiled lopsidedly.  "First
team that hasn't been summarily retired, though."

He softened his voice and I could swear there was something wistful coloring
his next words.  "You and Duke aren't wolves and Heth and I envy you that
lack.  Too many wolves these days.  We need more dogs--and all that implies.
Maybe, with the help of teams like you and Duke, Heth and I can retire in a
world filled with peace, not combat."

He gazed at something only he could see and then walked out the door, closing
it gently.

I snarled at the closed door and then sighed.  "Have I got any more buttons
you can push?  Put that way, I don't have much choice, do I?  We'll take your
damn job."
----

"Community togetherness can lead to a consensus outlook that seeks and destroys any dissident element, no matter how small and really harmless"

Dean R. Koontz - "A Darkness in My Soul" - published June, 1972

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