Here is the 3rd installment of the Gangillo saga. I certainly do hope you enjoy it. I write for my peace of mind and your enjoyment. Tim Keen – 12-11-11
“You’re from Earth, right?”
Gangillo was seated near the big window of the lounge overlooking the mutli-colored surface of Jupiter. He was drinking something the waitress had called beer. Despite his human form, it was a substance that was foreign to him, though not unappealing. He was on his second one when the girl walked up. He looked up from his mug at the woman who had appeared out of nowhere. He instantly noted how attractive she was. He liked women from all species, but Earth woman were especially desirable to him. This one was quite extraordinary.
“That’s right,” he said with a smile. “How did you guess?”
“The clothes fit what the Earthlings are wearing these days,” she said. “So does the hairstyle, but what really gave you away was the accent. I overheard you ordering your beer and it was a dead give away. You guys back on Earth just sound different from the people on Mars or even the people on their moons.”
He smiled inwardly as he sipped his beer, taking some satisfaction. The form, the look, and the clothes had been easy, but the accent had been nothing short of a challenge. The range in the human voice was so limited compared to the Kanulean voices. It had been difficult to master is subtle nuances. The fact that he had nailed it forced a pat on the back from himself. He couldn’t wait to tell his tutors.
“What part are you from?” she asked.
She sat down without asking. He couldn’t be sure from Earth customs if it was rude or bold, but he didn’t care. He was going to ask her to join at the first opportunity anyway. She may not have been part of his original plans, but she was now.
“I am from a little village just outside of Rome,” he said. “In Italy.”
“Rome,” she said while motioning for the waitress to come over. “That was once the center of culture on Earth. Someone once said that to study Rome is to study the history of the world. We studied them and all the great cultures in college from the ancient Greeks all the way up to the United States. It was a great class.”
The waitress came over and the young woman ordered a double shot of bourbon and a pitcher of beer. She also ordered a basket of fries with a side of pickles, also fried. She did all this while lighting a cigarette. Gangillo winced while choking on the thick smoke that suddenly drifted into his face. The diet of the Earthlings had been somewhat subdued in the early part of the twenty-first century due to the rising consciousness over health concerns. But the advancement of drugs and the stem cell research in the last part of the same century had all but wiped out disease and illness. The humans were practically impervious to death.
That, of course, was their undoing. With the fear of death and disease gone, the humans saw it as their divine right to whatever they pleased whenever they wanted to do it. Immorality ruled. The new Rome, Gangillo thought.
“Yes, I find the study of Rome quite interesting as well,” he said. He decided to shift gears. “You didn’t tell me your name.”
“No,” she said twirling her black hair in her fingers. “I didn’t, did I?”
The emotions of Earthlings, Gangillo had not quite mastered, but all species regardless of intellect, liked sex. The Kanuleans prided themselves in being able to bed any species any time anywhere. Gangillo was a master at the art of telling whether a woman was interested or not. The woman was flirting and he knew it.
He glanced at his timepiece. He had more than enough time for some pleasure before the business of ensuring the destruction of the human race began. When the waitress came over with the beer, Gangillo poured her a large helping into a glass and smiled.
The humans, of course, would see him as a monster for destroying their way of life, but Gangillo didn’t care. He lived a life dedicated to the betterment of the universe according to God’s greater plan. He had spanned many galaxies, taking many forms and enduring many hardships to see the undesirable elements of the universe eliminated. It was a long process. There were so many undeserving races, so many that took its existence and gifts for granted, but the work was very rewarding. Knowing that his work was making the universe a better place was enough and then some. Getting laid in the process was a just an added bonus.
He would remember to thank God for the fringe benefits.
“Well? Do I get to know your name?” he asked. “I will just bet that a pretty girl like you has an equally pretty name. I would love hear it.”
She sat there and drank and ate, but she said nothing. She smiled and licked her lips provocatively, but she said nothing.
“Is it a secret?” he asked.
“I don’t like to give out my name to strangers” she said. “A girl just can’t be too careful. There are a lot of unsavory types in the Solar System.”
Gangillo smiled. How true that was. Her idea of the universe was so small, limited to the understanding of a single solar system, that she had no idea what horrors the universe held. If she knew the totality of the universe as he did, she would understand and cringe at all the unsavory elements. He couldn’t be sure, though, if she would understand where the humans ranked as part of the problem and not the solution. He doubted she would.
But he and the Kanuleans were making it better with the elimination of one unsavory race after another. The humans were next.
“I commend you on your caution,” he said. “You are quite right. There are a lot of crazies in the universe. But I am not one of them. I am just a traveler.”
“Oh yeah?” she said. “Where are you headed?”
Outside the window, a passenger liner dropped out of light drive. One second it was just a blip of light, like a star that kept getting closer and closer, then it was this massive travel vessel, carrying thousands of passenger. It had been a tiny streak in the sky moving faster than any meteor could have ever flown. Now it began its slow descent into the dock.
Gangillo watched the maneuvers with fascination. These humans were so primitive compared to the rest of the universe it was hard to believe that they were predicted to be at the far reaches of the universe in just under a century. But they were. The projections of the Kanulean High Command were never off by very much. They would be in backyard of the entire universe long before they were socially ready. It was completely unacceptable.
“You still haven’t told me your name,” he said.
“And you haven’t told me yours, either,” she replied.
The game, in human terms, he thought was cat and mouse. He wasn’t sure if he was playing it right. He forged ahead.
“But I didn’t invite myself over to your table,” he said. “I was minding my own business and you decided that you would join me. So, as the phrase goes, you first.
She reached out and placed one on her hands on the back of his. The essential parts of his body began to tense up. He was glad that the High Command had recommended baggy pants.
“I’ll tell you what,” she said.
She paused playfully and continued stroking the back of his hand.
“Yeah?” he asked. He tried to ask casually, but he wasn’t sure if he succeeded or not.
“You are cute as hell and I am, well, in the mood, if you know what I mean. There is a little place in the back where we can be alone, where we can get to know one another. And when we are done, you won’t even care what your name is, much less mine. What do you say?”
“I say I can’t wait,” he said. “I say you won’t regret it.”
“Oh, I know that,” she said. She stood up. “Follow me.”
She moved away from him, her hips swaying back and forth as she maneuvered her way through the crowd. Her movements, like much of the rest of her, were incredible. He stood to follow her. He liked this game of cat and mouse. He thought he was very good at it.
Now, he thought as he navigated his way through the crowd after her, it is time for the cat to devour the mouse.
Gangillo was turned on by the seductive movements – the very well orchestrated movements – of the exciting you woman, but he was far from mesmerized. Unlike the weak human psyche, the Kanulean mind was capable of experiencing both great thought and attention to the most minor of details while the body was engaged in great physical pleasure, especially sexual pleasure. Gangillo was more than capable of providing great satisfaction to both this woman and himself while planning her demise as well. That, of course, is exactly what he was going to do.
He checked his timepiece once more. The fleet was moving into position. Soon they would be expecting the codes he had procured from the last human female to fall to his unmatchable charms, the codes that would lower the defenses of the entire region. The governing body the Earthlings liked to call The Solar Alliance, would be defenseless. The current space station, Forward Point, would fall first. Next, Mars would be defeated and, finally, the hub of the solar system and the human race, Earth.
There was nothing to be done that could stop it now. He only needed a few minutes of silence in some out of the way place and it would all be over. He would send the codes, seal the fate of the human race, and then get back to the business of enjoying this young woman while he had the time to do so.
He was following through the crowd, through the maze of tables that let to wherever she was trying to take him. He paused to avoid running headlong into a young couple, a young couple who were intensely involved in one another and oblivious to their surroundings.
“Are you coming?”
The girl, his nameless girl, the girl he had been following was standing a few feet in front of him, stamping her foot impatiently. He couldn’t no longer tell whether he look was merely playful or something else. Her tone was a mystery as well.
“We don’t have much time,” she said. “Let’s go.”
He knew very well about the time. He grinned his best Earth grin and motioned to the young couple. As soon as they passed, he was on the move again through the maze, this time at double speed to make up for lost time. Once he was moving again, she turned and she was moving again, her amazing hips swaying back and forth with incredible rhythm and incredible speed. He had to really hustle to catch up to her. By the time he did catch up to her, they were heading down a long, dark corridor.
He liked it. But, at the same time, he didn’t like it. He wasn’t scared of her to be sure, but he needed a place to transmit the codes. While the dark corridor was a perfect place, if he didn’t do it soon, before they had their rendezvous, there would be no rendezvous. He would have to kill her.
The mission was first. That was the Kanulean way. Everything else was secondary.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “Just trust me. You will love where we are going and what we are going to do. It will be a memory that will last you a lifetime.”
He followed on. Even in the darkness his acute Kanulean senses managed to allow him to check his timepiece once again. The numbers on the watch looked back at him accusingly. He had made an error in judgment when reading the watch. He didn’t have nearly as much time to deliver the codes as he had first thought. The Kanulean fleet would be moving into position soon. They would be visible. Having the codes to lower the humans’ defense shields just as they became visible was the key to everything. If the fleet didn’t have the codes, then Gangillo mission would be a failure.
Any delay in the lowering of the shields and the element of surprise would be lost. Without the element of surprise, the battle would not be lost, but the prime objective would be. Victory was not the primary objective. Annihilation of the human race was. In the time it took the Kanuleans to break through the Earth defenses, it was not only possible, but likely that the humans would scatter like ants or bees whose nests had been disturbed. They would scatter and they would eventually regroup and survive.
That was unthinkable. He had to do something fast.
“How much farther?” he called to her.
“Just a minute or so,” she said.
The hall narrowed even more and, if possible became even darker. The fleet was approaching, the deadline drawing nearer. He had to act now if the mission was to be a success. The rendezvous with the girl was no longer possible. He had to take her out.
He could see back of her neck, supple and desirable, but, more importantly, fragile and unguarded. One sharp blow from his trained fist and the spinal chord would sever. She would drop to the floor in a heap. No signals from the brain would be transmitting. There would be nothing to tell the body to move, nothing to tell the diaphragm to move the lungs up and down. She would be dead the moment of the blow. It would only be a matter of her mind catching up to what her body already knew.
In the darkness, he closed in with the stealth of a cat. He tightened his fist and prepared to strike. The mission would be a success no matter what.
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