"He can't be trusted with this gift."
- Matthew C. Gray,
Pastor,
Holy Church of the Maker,
Sunday Mass,
August 2201
*****
Siren was watching everything.
When the sniper aimed the infra-red laser sight at Jake, she felt it like a pinprick at the back of his head.
He lurched to the left and the shot grazed his right shoulder. He reeled. It was a projectile weapon, the mark of an assassin that preferred a longer range.
The crowd screamed and started moving in every direction, some turned off their magnetic greaves and launched themselves at the ceiling and some tried to move to the sides.
Crouched near a crevice in the ceiling was the shooter, the dark shape was trying to reload for another shot when Jake turned around and launched himself at it with ferocity.
Blood left a trail of red pearls in the air as he closed the distance, then he was upon her. The crowd and the police force gasped in disbelief when his arm sizzled with electricity and he punched her in the guts.
She shuddered uncontrollably and collapsed in place. Everyone stared in complete silence as he grabbed her unconscious body and landed near the police force.
"Here, I think you're meant to have this."
They looked at him with fear, weapons at the ready.
"Don't worry, I mean you no harm." he said with a smile.
The crowd erupted in unison as the cameras captured every moment.
***
"How are we going to scrape a living out here if people won't leave us alone?" his uncle asked in anger.
"I'm not sure." Jake said as he scratched his bandaged shoulder.
"There are people everywhere out there, you won't believe how many we caught trying to sneak on board. And the media won't stop broadcasting that footage of you taking the assassin down. Did you have to pull that stunt off?"
"She could have killed me! She could have killed
you
!" Jake defended.
"Still, you could have avoided the sparks."
"I had to incapacitate her." he shrugged.
"What are we going to do about them, Jake?" Hannah asked.
"Maybe it'll blow over, eventually."
"We can't wait for
eventually
." his uncle quipped.
"We could try to talk to them."
"And face that crowd again? Hell no! I'd rather take my chances licking sandpaper." his uncle said with disgust.
"Jake, the authorities of Tansa are requesting a meeting." said Hannah as she worked the communications console.
"Great, just what I needed. Any idea why?" Jake asked with irritation.
"Something about the docking fees. Although they won't talk to your uncle. They asked for you specifically."
"This could be a trick to lure you out." warned his uncle.
"Do I have a choice?"
"Now that I think about it, no." he replied.
"Fine, tell them to meet me at the airlock." he told Hannah.
Hannah paused as she worked the console.
"They say they'll send a force to escort you to their offices."
"If they can handle the crowd, sure."
When the escorts arrived they found them to be a fully armed section of local militia. They refused his uncle passage, and insisted that they were there to escort Jake, and Jake alone. The eight soldiers cleaved the crowd in half as they escorted him to their destination, and some of the crowd followed.
Once inside, he found himself in a lush office with fixed hangings on the wall and soft music playing. An attractive woman, who identified herself as a secretary approached him and asked him to please wait; and so he did.
Twenty minutes later, the secretary approached him again. She asked him to follow her, and as they entered the office he could see the richness of it all. Wall decorations and stunning art adorned the walls, and a priceless wooden desk sat in the middle, an old woman was seated behind it. A man sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk. He could tell she was a local by her build, and that the man was not. Two armed guards stood vigil by the door.
"Mr. Evans, please have a seat." she said.
"Thank you." he said.
"My name is Eva Dontos, I am the Vice President of The Republic of Tansa, and I'm here to officially welcome you to our planet."
"This is Dr. David Pellham, he is the head of our research program."
"May I assume that this meeting is not about docking fees?" Jake asked her.
"You are correct."
"What's this about, then?"
"Let's just say that the Republic of Tansa has taken... a special interest in you."
"You are an unusual individual, Mr. Evans, as the public opinion would attest; but your presence here puts us in a tough situation."
"The UEF is requesting that we hand you over immediately."
His heart rate climbed as he heard the words.
"You see, this puts us in a tough situation. On one hand, there'd be rioting in the streets if we handed you over, and on the other, well... a diplomatic incident at best."
"Luckily for you, we're a sovereign entity, and there's no love lost between us and the UEF."
"So far, you've done nothing that would incriminate you at Tansa. I sure hope this remains that way, despite the incident with the assassin, which was in self-defence."
"And so, we are willing to grant you and your companions the right of asylum... on one condition."
"And what condition would that be?" he asked.
"We'll get to that, but first, where are my manners? Would you like something to drink? I'd offer you a lemonade but those don't grow here, and I presume you wouldn't like the synthetic alternative."
"I'll have a coffee. No sugar, please."
"Wonderful." She pressed some buttons and a tube was dispensed from her desk. She handed him the tube with a smile.
"There you go. Now back to the topic at hand."
"We are willing to grant you citizenship and diplomatic immunity. As a citizen of The Republic of Tansa, and with diplomatic immunity, you'll be virtually untouchable by the UEF."
"Furthermore, you'll be granted a sizeable sum of credits to start a life here. I know you can't visit the planet's surface, but this station has enough accommodations and services to grant you a very comfortable life."
Jake was beginning to wonder what they wanted in exchange for that unbelievably generous offer, when she told him.
***
"They want you to do
what
?" his uncle asked in shock.
"Participate in a research program." Jake repeated.
"In other words, they want to study you."