Breaking the Ice- Chapter 6

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Submitted: March 04, 2018

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There isn't enough coffee in the world.

News of the disaster in Verandi reached the island around noon. Morice's Spearow flew into the guard house with her trainer's dogtags and Riker knew something was wrong. By the time they got there, Vanessa was out, the new girl was unconscious and the left side of Morice's rib cage was bruised.

He was the luckies of them all.

Save for Lars.


Riker's fingers clenched around the handle of his mug and squeezed.

Such a waste of time and money. His project wring them dry of resources and for what? Injuries and death?

Standing at his window with the grounds beneath him, he watched his men come and go. Some struggled through the knee deep snow while ice hung from the gutters. Said ice reflected the sunlight into the office, though the light itself did little to warm the frozen tundra.

Unless one managed to move into the tropic region further north, the entire region was a block of misery.

When they got there, to where Morice and that girl was, she was coughing up enough blood to swim in.

Then there was the Carter twins.

The one that's left.

The knock came shortly after, breaking him from his thoughts.

“Arlia.” He called over his shoulder to his long time friend, a Blazikin with golden, almond shaped eyes. She nodded before going for the door.

“Sir.” Ms. Morre, his secretary and childhood nanny, poked her head in. “Mr. Stotler is on line two.

Riker answered with a sigh. “I'm guessing everyone knows by now.”

“You won't know until you answer.” The secretary blew a huff of air upwards, whisking a grayed strand from her vision. “I'll bring lunch in at noon. I better see a clean plate when I come back.”

“I don't have time.” With the phone in his dominant hand, Riker paused with his finger hovering other the button. Glancing upon he caught her severe glare and reiterated. “Yes ma'am.”

“I better get a yes ma'am. I powdered your butt, remember that.” She turned to leave but backtracked. “Tuna casserole by the way. No mayonnaise. Just how you like it.” She was given a nod and took it as acceptance. “That boy worries me...” She mumbled this to herself as she trudged down the hall.

Riker waited until he was alone to answer the call. “Yeah?”

“Riker, I-”

“Heard about the mess up already, I'm sure.”

The voice on the other line paused. Knowing Stotler, it was to either light a cigarette or take a long drag. “I was just wanting to see if you needed any men. I have a few to spare.”

“I'm down two grunts. Lost a scientist too.” He thought of the great loss that was Caleb Carter and sighed into the phone. “Lost a damn good one.”

“How much as it cost you?”

“I don't want to talk finances.” Riker knew better than to snap. He and Stotler went way back, back to diaper days. They were neighbors with Stotler's father a high ranking member in the organization. Not for very long (it was a long story), but it there was ever a man he'd trust, it was Stotler. “Sorry, I'm just frustrated. I thought we had something with Lars' little project. Imagine, extra muscle without running out men into the ground...Now the League is setting up gyms and we have trainers poking around in our business.” He scraped his bangs into his scalp. Though as he glanced into the mirror on his desk, he noticed his natural roots showing through the black dye. “....I need to check in with the infirmary. I haven't heard from the nurse in a while.”

“Hang over?”

“No, our newest arrival hasn't left her bed. I'm making sure we haven't lost another one.” They said a few more words, mostly asinine, before Riker pressed the button to cut the call. From there, he dialed another number and waited for the ring. “Hey I need you to call the infirmary and check on the girl.....Also send a bouquet and my condolences to Miss. Carter....His death was on our watch, we're responsible....yeah sure.” There was a click on the other end. Examining the brewer from his desk, he wondered if he should bother making a third pot.

Lately, he was never sure of what to do next.


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