This is the third section of the sixth chapter of Sonnets from a Proton. The novel starts here.
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“Where to now?” Jane asked
“I don’t know” Laurence tried his palm print on a number of doors “Seems we’re in a secure section here." He stared longingly at a door marked ‘Weapons Locker 3’
Jane realised what he was doing and placed her palm on the door. Seeing Laurence’s surprise as the door opened she simply said “Who owns the company again?”
He pecked her on the cheek and came out with a number of small hand guns, an assault rifle and a fair amount of ammunition. he threw her a handgun and two clips of ammunition “Just in case”
“How long since your battle training?” she asked trying not to sound too dubious. Knowing full well his experience with guns had been limited to reading the invoices for large orders placed several decades ago when he used to look after the fine details before giving that job to her.
“I once played paintball. Remember Bernard’s stag do?”
“Oh yes.” she remembered “We’ll be fine then.”
“Did you not see me in the cargo hold?”
“You weren’t a threat to them then.”
“Good this will be a surprise to them.”
“Laurence, you’re a coward, you know that I know that. That’s not an insult just a statement of fact. What are you doing?”
“What I should do.” he cursed under his breath struggling to load an ammunition clip into the assault rifle. Finally it clicked into place.
The ship lurched underneath them knocking both of them off their feet leaving them gently floating.
“Was that?” Jane started to ask as the ship banged again “I think it was.”
“Sounds like the engines. Come on I’m going to look”
“I thought I was supposed to be the impetuous one?”
“You must be a good teacher then. Come on” she flew off down the corridor and Laurence reluctantly followed.