Duty Honor Death
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Duty Honor Death
Book Six in The Adventures of Majestic Kane, Galactic P.I.
A Short Story by P.J. Lawton
Genre: Sci-Fi Action Adventure Mystery
Release: March 23, 2012
Editor: Tanja Cilia
Line Editor: Nancy Bell
Cover Designer: Delilah K. Stephans
Warning: Graphic Violence
A young Star Force warrior is supposedly killed in a training accident. His grieving mother wants answers but is being stonewalled by Star Force Command. She asks Galactic P.I. Majestic Kane for help. At first skeptical, but after hearing the story, Kane agrees, something just doesn’t sound right. He promises to get her some answers, and Kane always keeps his promise.
Kane was about to re-enter his rented cart when a young female warrior walked past. Looking about, she gave Kane a slight sidewise head bob and bit her lower lip. He understood what she meant and followed her around the corner of the building out of the line of sight of the M.E. desk windows.
“Sir, I heard you were here to investigate the death of Sergeant Jonas.” Kane nodded, and she continued. “Sergeant Jonas and I were friends, well, actually more than friends. I don’t believe his death was an accident.”
Kane’s look was noncommittal. “Why do you say that?”
“He felt something illicit was going on. He would not tell me what it was, but something was definitely bothering him.”
“Is there anything else you can tell me, anything at all to back up your assertions?”
“Well, the day of the accident I did see Ramon and Sergeant Tavera, the new Squad Leader, arguing. They were going at it hammer and tongs. As I walked up to them, they stopped abruptly, and Sergeant Tavera stormed away. I asked Ramon about it, he just shrugged it off and said he would take care of it. That was the last time I saw him alive.”
Kane noticed her red-rimmed eyes. She loved him, probably more than she ever loved anyone else.
Kane read the nametape on her uniform. “Private Sears, thank you for telling me this. I am sorry for your loss. Can you tell me where I might find Tavera?”
“Sergeant Tavera just got off shift. I believe he and most of his squad members usually go to the Fitness Center after shift to work out. You will probably find him there.”
Kane thanked her again, walked back to his rental, and headed for the Fitness Center. Maybe Tavera could shed some light on the situation.
Tavera was working out on the exercise equipment at the Center. He was totally uncommunicative, admitting only he and Jonas had argued, but it wasn’t a big deal. It was simply a disagreement about work ethics, nothing more. That was all Kane was able to get out of him.
Turning to leave, Kane noticed something. Tavera’s shoulder sported a distinctive, garish tattoo. It was a little red devil, below which was a large D with a smaller S inside. Kane started. He’d seen that tattoo before. Things just got a little more interesting.
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