CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
Lord Fragg held out the two huge stacks of bills toward the Wolvark bounty hunter. “$15,000 to each of you.”
McAvi accepted the bills without a word, but there was some gratitude in the toothy grin stretched across his ugly mug. He shoved the two wads of bills into his conveniently large pocket.
“You may go and pursue more bounties,” Fragg said dismissively. “I have no more time for you.”
“I think that may change,” McAvi said with a laugh. “Haven’t we proved out worth by performing a job you never could, even with hundreds of Sligs at your command?”
Fragg shrugged. “Perhaps so…but you bounty hunters aren’t to be trusted.”
“That’s true.” The Wolvark’s smile faded. “We’re not trustworthy, but we are powerful.”
“I have no use for you now.” Fragg motioned to one of the Snoozers. “Go.”
The Wolvark bounty hunter had a sneer to his lips as he turned to exit the room. Fragg didn’t bother to watch McAvi leave; perhaps the Wolvark had done some work for him, but he had much more important business to see to at the moment.
He pulled out his Info Pad and began searching through his most recent messages. Requests to visit factories and bestow his blessing, endorsement requests, new magazines, new weapons –
At the bottom of the list was a message labeled Urgent. Fragg shrugged, and tapped the button to read it.
Lodr Fragg we’r under attack from Muds need hlep right away assistance needed now postiion 43 x 21 nroth border
Fragg’s interested face turned into a frown. A Slig patrol, under attack by Mudokons? What Mudokons would be leading an attack, and why? The green-skinned idiots never had the brains to launch an organized attack, but the rushed and unedited manner of the message, along with its Urgent label, told Fragg something was wrong.
He reached down for his comlink at his belt, switching it to a particular frequency. “Captain Ullig? This is King Fragg. I need you to investigate 43 x 21 for Mudokon activity.”
“Right away, boss. I’ll take three squads.”
“Do it immediately,” the Glukkon ordered, and powered down his comlink.
He leaned back in his throne, putting a hand to his chin. He hoped the Muds weren’t about to stage a rebellion because of Abe’s imprisonment; he’d just become king less than a day before, and he didn’t want to have to deal with a rebellion yet. Hopefully Captain Ullig and his three squads could put down whatever was going on.
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