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  Mack ‘n’ Me: The Transporter’s Favor

  Mack ‘n’ Me ‘n’ Odyssey #4

  C.M. Simpson

  Abby hauled me off the ship before Tens had a chance to stop her—and that’s okay, because I already owed Abs a favor. In fact, it was better than okay, because it showed us how much trouble we hadn’t known we were in. But going against the Star Shadow hunt pack? Nullifying their contract to keep ourselves unchained and at large? That was gonna be something else entirely.

  NOTE: The main character swears like a sailor, and the support cast aren’t much better. If swears bother you, then this story may not be to your taste.

  2nd Edition

  Copyright © March 3, 2021 C.M. Simpson

  Cover Art & Design (c) July 07, 2020, Moonchild Lilja at Fantasy Book Design

  All rights reserved.

  License Notes

  This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to an authorized retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  Dedication

  This is for all those who believed in me enough that, eventually, I had the courage to believe in myself.

  Thank you.

  Contents

  Acknowledgements

  1—Abby

  2—The Not-So-Sensitive Friendship

  3—The Hunt Begins

  4—Boy, Dog, Wolves

  5—Arrest and Incapacitation

  6—In Werewolf Hands

  7—Part of the Pack

  8—Goodbye to the Pack

  9—Out of the Tank

  10—Taking Back the Ship

  11—Plans to Kick Free

  12—Dumping Cargo

  13—The Hunt Resumes

  14—The Depredides Lead

  15—A Depredides Welcome

  16—Depredides Dealings

  17—New Contracts

  18—Locating Costoganzi

  19—Cascade’s Gift

  20—Sasha and Derevo

  21—Infiltration and Destruction

  22—Interlude

  23—Training Intensifies

  24—Finding Mack

  25—Fetching Mack

  26—Reparation is Required

  27—Recovering Rohan

  28—Back to work

  29—Mining the Recon

  30—A Feint to the Left

  31—Locating Dasojin

  32—The Dasojin Retrieval

  Author Notes

  Other Work by C.M. Simpson

  About C.M. Simpson

  Acknowledgements

  The Transporter’s Favor is the fourth book in the Mack ‘n’ Me ‘n’ Odyssey series, and the fourth novel set in Odyssey’s universe. It is also the fourth novel featuring Cutter, Delight, Mack, Tens, and Rohan, characters I would have never have discovered if I hadn’t sat down many years ago to write flash fiction in response to Chuck Wendig’s terribleminds flash fiction challenge, and characters who would never have been developed if I hadn’t decided to write the two novels that were lurking in my head. Those two novels became four—and then six, with another series waiting in the wings. I first continued to write in the series due to the influence of Michael Anderle, Craig Martelle, and the 20booksto50k group, and due to encouragement from Craig Martelle, P.R. Adams, Greta Van Der Rol, Stephen Lee, Frank Mikes and Jeff Lee, all of whom took the time to comment on my work, or respond to my author ramblings. Thanks must also go again to my family for giving me the space to write, and for hugs… lots and lots of hugs.

  1—Abby

  I’d been out of the tank a scant two days when Abby came for me. By now I was glad I’d left K’Kavor far behind—and, with it, the arach. I was still having nightmares. Doc was recommending a program of desensitization, and I was having none of it. Mack and I had taken it to the mats—of course we had.

  I was a lot fitter than the first time I’d faced Mack on the mats—and I had a lot more combat time under my belt, too. This time, I got to the end of the first round, and we’d had to call it a draw. I guess that’s why there was a ‘best of three’ rule.

  I wasn’t doing so well on the second round. Mack was fighting dirty… as usual.

  So was I.

  The trouble was that Mack had been fighting dirty for a lot longer than I had.

  I stepped out of the way of a foot strike that would have taken my head off, if it had hit, and went to go for his open torso, only to feel his other hand come under the first and grab my collar. The foot hook and sweep that ended with me going over backwards and Mack coming down on top of me was an unwelcome surprise, but not quite as unwelcome, as the sudden flare of light that separated me from anything that was ‘not me’.

  I wound up in Abby’s cabin without a stitch of clothing, landing hard on her plassteel flooring, too surprised to say anything. I could only imagine what Mack was saying.

  I rolled, coming fast to my feet and going for cover… which wasn’t there.

  “Don’t make me gas you,” came in a distantly remembered accent.

  I backed up to a wall, and set my back against it. Clothes are not to be overrated.

  “What the fuck—”

  “And that’s enough of that,” she said. “You don’t remember me?”

  Now that she mentioned it…

  “No. Should I?”

  I mean, I didn’t know who the hell she was. Why would I care if I upset her? I really wanted a pair of pants, and a shirt, about now. For all I knew, the voice belonged to some guy using a voice synth, while enjoying the view.

  “AI? Transporter? Got you out a very nasty place a while back? You do owe me a favor, you know.”

  Well, there was only one person who was all of that—and who I owed a favor to.

  “Abby?”

  Memories of Abby were both good, and bad.

  On the one hand, she had gotten me out of a very bad place. On the other, she had also been going to auction my location to the highest bidder, until she’d sold me out to Odyssey and Mack so they could rescue me. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

  “I owe you a favor?”

  “You surely do.”

  Well, I knew that. I’d just wanted to see if she knew it, too.

  “More than you realize. I’ve been saving this one up.”

  “You know Mack will tear the universe apart to find me.”

  “Honey, I’m very much counting on it.”

  She was?

  “I am.”

  I sighed.

  “And there you are, in my head, again.”

  “Where else would I be?”

  I looked around the small cabin, and knew she’d ported me in behind the cockpit. Abby wasn’t that big a craft. She was nimble, though, and fast. I figured even Tens was going to have trouble tracking us.

  “Not with what that boy has put in your head,” Abby told me. “He is very good at what he does. I wonder if Mack would part with him?”

  “I doubt it. Those two…”

  “Don’t give me that, child. I know more about Mack than…” she stopped. “… than never-you-mind.”

  I huffed out another sigh, and pushed off the wall.

  “You going to tell me what happened to my clothes?” I demanded. “I was fond of those boots, dammit.”

  “Psh. You’ll get your boots back. It shouldn’t take your Mack more than three days to get here, and, by
then, you should be up to speed.”

  “Not without my knickers, I’m not.”

  “I could always turn up the heating…”

  “Not the same thing.”

  “You humans and your skin shyness.”

  “Don’t tell me you don’t remember what that’s like.”

  “Honey, it’s been too long. Closest I can get to it is imagining myself cut down to a chip, instead of inside this magnificent machine.” She paused, her voice curling with distaste when she continued. “And I’d really rather not.”

  “So, what did you do?”

  “What? To get you naked?”

  “Well….”

  “I wasn’t sure what kind of situation you’d be in, given just how possessive your Mack is, and I didn’t want an extra passenger until we’d had time to talk.”

  My Mack, huh? I ignored it, and pushed her to continue.

  “And?”

  “So I keyed the teleport to your DNA, and grabbed you that way.”

  I leant back against the wall, my mind not entirely grasping it. And then I checked my implant.

  “How come I’ve still got…”

  “I included it.”

  “You couldn’t have just included my clothes, too?”

  Okay, now I was starting to sound like a whiny brat. I didn’t like sounding whiny. Mind you, I didn’t like being without my clothes, either. And I mean I really didn’t like being without my clothes.

  “Panel on your right,” Abby said. “Should be just your size.”

  It should? Okay, then.

  I found the panel, and dug out the combat fatigues and boots. Underwear—and that looked armored—and socks, which didn’t.

  “What kind of favor is this, anyway?” I asked, holding up the underwear.

  “One where you’ll need those,” Abs snapped back. “Now, quit your whinging and get dressed.”

  Fine. Whatever. I got dressed, pausing when I got to the boots.

  “You remembered,” I said, noting the knife sheath in each.

  I pulled them on.

  “And they’re a perfect fit.”

  “You want me to tell Mack that the way to your heart is through a good pair of boots?” she snarked back, and I shook my head.

  No way was I going to tell her that I thought he’d already figured that out. She picked it up, anyway.

  “Ooh, sweetie. You have it bad.”

  “Don’t go there, Abs,” and, then, because I figured we should get down to business, “What do you need me for?”

  “Someone’s stolen one of my brothers.”

  I just stayed where I was, leaning against the wall and turning her words over in my head. Her brothers? As in, not her sisters? As in, there was more than one AI and she was related? And it had been stolen? So. Not just kidnapped. Which meant someone had nicked the entire ship body with the AI inside. I wondered if she had any ideas who.

  “No.”

  Well, that answered that, then.

  “You got a name? Also, some details on your business and what he was supposed to be doing when you worked out he was gone?”

  “You just want ‘in’ to my files?”

  “You want my help?”

  “And I thought you were one of the better retrieval artists out there.”

  “Abs, I’m one of the best. Just ask Mack.”

  As soon as I’d said it, I regretted it. Abby was without mercy.

  “He’s biased.”

  “Abby!”

  “Well, he is. I’d be surprised if you two hadn’t—”

  “Abby! We haven’t. It’s not like that.”

  “Oh, no. The man just tears the universe apart for all his staff.”

  Right up until she’d said it, that had been exactly what I’d believed. After all, those were Mack’s conditions. He’d let you off the Shady Marie but you came back when he called, or he’d come fetch you.

  “You mean he doesn’t?”

  Abby giggled, and the sound jangled along my nerve endings.

  “Not everyone, Hun. Last gal he chased every time she left was Marie—and they parted on good terms, in the end. No blasters involved. The man doesn’t like to let go… and neither did she. They sorted it out in the end.”

  The way she said it, Mack had had something real special with Marie. Had to disagree that we had anything at all, let alone something as special as that. I sighed.

  “I’m just crew, Abs. I like it that way. And so does Mack.”

  “Sure, Hun. You keep telling yourself that. The man won’t wait forever.”

  “He doesn’t have to wait, Abby. There are plenty of other girls out there. If one of them can grab his attention, they’ll have a catch for life.”

  I pushed away the vague feeling of depression that crept through me, and went back to business.

  “Even the best can’t work in a data vacuum—or do you want me to hack your systems.”

  “No, sweetie. I prepared your access earlier.”

  “Hand it over.”

  She did, and I took the link, and skirted its edges, letting myself slide down the wall until I was sitting on the floor.

  “Call me when it’s time to eat.”

  “I’ll let you know.”

  It was all I needed, and I plunged into the data that was Dasojin Transport & Security. To be honest, the scope of their operations astounded me, and it didn’t take me very long to work out they were more a loose network of allies than anything else.

  “What tipped you off?” I asked, surfacing from the log they kept of their activities.

  “Septu’s world fell.

  “Septu?”

  “My brother. He specialized in planetary security. When the reports came through, we knew he was in trouble. We did not expect him to be so thoroughly gone.”

  “What did you expect?”

  “We thought we would find his shell, a crash site, some evidence that he had been.” I felt the AI’s equivalent of a shrug. “We found nothing. Not the slightest trace. Not even atoms. He was gone.”

  Gone—and gone beyond the ability of a ship’s high-level sensors. It made no sense.

  “It is why we think he has been taken.”

  “Have you received threats? Refused a client who moved against you?”

  “Yes, but we have accounted for them all.”

  They had?

  “Oh, yes. We suspended all contracts and hunted every last potential to the ground. We burned their lairs and cleansed their operations. We forced the underworld to re-align, and start a new world order. We did not find him.”

  I caught a glimpse of the images from that pursuit, the absolute implacability of the AIs belonging to the Dasojin Cartel, and I drew in a shivering breath. I’d never had a reason to fear Abs, before. Now, I wondered if I should.

  No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than she was gone, leaving an emptiness in my head, letting me know I had my privacy.

  “You have done nothing to fear me for,” she said, “and I would not have called you, if I thought you would.”

  “What makes you think you’re right?”

  “I’ve seen the inside of your head, remember? You are more trustworthy than you know.”

  “I’m not sure Mack or Odyssey would see it that way.”

  “Mack might surprise you, and Odyssey were fools who should have known better. You behaved exactly as they should have expected, given their experience with Delight.”

  Delight, again. What was it about her and me that made so many people see a mirror between us?

  And Abby was smiling. I swear, if she’d had a human form and face, the smile she wore would have been as mischievous and mysterious as any I’d seen on Delight.

  “I could never be Delight,” Abby said, “and I wouldn’t if I could.”

  Yet she thought I could?

  “You need to eat. I brought in fresh.”

  Uh huh. Now who was
changing the subject?

  2—The Not-so-Sensitive Friend Ship

  I woke to the sight of a large tarantula crawling down the opposite wall. It died a fiery death that would have been the end of me, if Abby hadn’t neutered the blaster she’d provided. I shot it dry, and then came off the bunk reaching for the machete I’d laid on the floor beside me, and looking for more. It took me almost a full damn minute before I heard Abby tut-tut-tutting at my behavior.

  “What the Hell!”

  “I agree with Doc,” Abby said. “And after that little display, I agree with him far more, now, than I agreed with him, before.”

  I sat down on the edge of the bunk, twitching the blaster from side to side.

  “It’s really not necessary, Abs. I’ll be fine. I mean, what’s one more monster in my dreams, right?”

  “I would think one too many. Airlocks, spiders, needles, and not necessarily in that order. And Mack. What’s he ever done to deserve monster status?”

  Winter took up residence in my chest. It stretched icy tendrils right down my sides and let my stomach churn in between. I rested my elbows on my knees, and my head in my palms. Well, I rested my head between the blaster’s grip and one palm—and I looked steadfastly at the floor.

  “Abby, with all due respect, fuck off.”

  She tutted at me, again.

  “That’s quite a temper, you’ve got—and no sense of manners.”

  The ice within grew deeper, and I wondered how angry Abby would be, if I threw up on her nice, clean floor.

  “Care to try me?” she asked, and there was something in her voice that made me think it over.

  Pissing her off, might not be my best choice, ever. She was an awfully small ship.

  “It’s not the size that counts.”

  “Why?” and we both knew I wasn’t asking her why she’d run a tarantula down the wall, or why she’d mentioned Mack as one of my deepest fears, or listed the four worst monsters in my head.

  Oh, no. We both knew I was asking her why she wanted me to face those fears, now—when we had work to do.