Spooks in Space part 5

As Antbro continued to lean against the door in case Space Judge- or anyone else- made an attempt at entering, Ray and Rob sat on the small, uncomfortable bunk and wondered where their lives went wrong. Ray knew exactly where his life went wrong.

“This is all your fault, Rob,” he said, “You signed me up for the stupid Space Marines and ruined my goddamn life. Now I’m going to starve to death or get blown up by a rocket launcher in a freaking jail in outer-space.”

“Yeah, but Ray,” Rob replied, “If I hadn’t done that, then we wouldn’t be on this grand adventure.”

 

“You’re the worst.”

Suddenly, the door started pounding open, even with Antbro pushing against it.

“OPEN UP, MEN!” shouted  Sergeant Thomson McMann, “YOUR SPACE-COUNTRY NEEDS YOU!”

Rob and Ray stood up immediately.

“Why’s Sergeant McMann here?” asked Ray.

“I don’t know, let’s ask him,” replied Rob, “Hey Sergeant McMann, why are you here?”

“I’m here to free you soldiers so you can do your GOT-DANG JOB and defend our freedom!” he said loudly.

“Yeah, but Space Judge said-”

“I DON’T CARE WHAT SPACE JUDGE SAID, I NOW OUTRANK HIM. THE SPACE PRESIDENT HAS NAMED ME THE WAR GOD.”

“War God? That’s a thing?” asked Antbro.

“You bet your ass that’s a ‘thing’,” answered McMann, “Now come on out, boys. I’ve sent Space Judge off-planet to perform some combat-judging.”

Antbro looked over at the other two for approval. They all nodded in agreement.

“McMann, go fuck yourself,” shouted Ray, “We’re not coming out to fight your war!”

“Wait what?” asked Rob.

[To Be Continued]

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