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Cold planet (chapter 4)
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The two suns
The planets two sun's rise amongst the horizon peering through my window enough to interupt my few hours of shut eye. The aroma of cocoa beans slips through my apartment filling the empty space with the smell of fresh coffee. I stumble to my feet and make my way to my computer when I here a light knock at my door. As I open the door there is nothing but a letter laying at the entry way. I look down the hallway to find it empty, shut my door and sit at my computer.
Dear Detective Darian Star:
It appears this letter has reached you well. My suspicions have served me correct that you are looking into those poor people that were left in the cold. I am not surprised that our fine police department would assign you to this case. I wouldn't have it any other way. Please be careful what you uncover detective, it may not end well. I look forward to seeing you again.
Signed: your dear friend, The forgotten Son
Inside the envelope is another extremity. Another species, this time a Paranite. This one makes me alarmed as the Paranites are a very connected species that have many affiliations with the gangs in the lower cities. " The forgotten son, I know who this is." There is another knock at my door, I grab my blaster and scramble to my feet.
Moving closer to the door, I look through the peephole to find Dack standing on the other side. I open the door and pull Dack inside, sweat running down my neck. " I came as soon as I got your message " Still breathing heavy I grab my pants off of the sofa and start putting them on " There, on my desk, I received that this morning" Dack walks over to the desk, lifts up the finger then stares over at me. "Samson Miller. The forgotten son" I nod my head, pour a cup of coffee and stare at the rising suns that have now reached the building tops
"The forgotten son"
© Thomas Portella Jr
The two suns
The planets two sun's rise amongst the horizon peering through my window enough to interupt my few hours of shut eye. The aroma of cocoa beans slips through my apartment filling the empty space with the smell of fresh coffee. I stumble to my feet and make my way to my computer when I here a light knock at my door. As I open the door there is nothing but a letter laying at the entry way. I look down the hallway to find it empty, shut my door and sit at my computer.
Dear Detective Darian Star:
It appears this letter has reached you well. My suspicions have served me correct that you are looking into those poor people that were left in the cold. I am not surprised that our fine police department would assign you to this case. I wouldn't have it any other way. Please be careful what you uncover detective, it may not end well. I look forward to seeing you again.
Signed: your dear friend, The forgotten Son
Inside the envelope is another extremity. Another species, this time a Paranite. This one makes me alarmed as the Paranites are a very connected species that have many affiliations with the gangs in the lower cities. " The forgotten son, I know who this is." There is another knock at my door, I grab my blaster and scramble to my feet.
Moving closer to the door, I look through the peephole to find Dack standing on the other side. I open the door and pull Dack inside, sweat running down my neck. " I came as soon as I got your message " Still breathing heavy I grab my pants off of the sofa and start putting them on " There, on my desk, I received that this morning" Dack walks over to the desk, lifts up the finger then stares over at me. "Samson Miller. The forgotten son" I nod my head, pour a cup of coffee and stare at the rising suns that have now reached the building tops
"The forgotten son"
© Thomas Portella Jr
