Here's another story from the archive with the theme being Space. I wrote Johnny Alpha coming up against a Bond villain. The Judge Festina reference is to the forum name of the writer who was organising the short story competition at the time, Lizzie Boyle of Disconnected Press. And here's a good excuse to post these new images.
The Deep Space Job
"Good morning, Mr Alpha. We've been expecting you. Do struggle against your bonds. It will do you no good but I would find it entertaining."
Ernst Redfield regarded the bounty hunter with scarred eyes.
"You have been sent here to bring me to trial on Zoladex 4. Yet I wonder how they intend to convict me when key witnesses have recently suffered a change of heart, quite literally in a couple of cases. "
Johnny Alpha's mutated eyes blazed at the crime lord. "What have you done with Wulf?"
"Relax, Mr Alpha. The imposing Mr Sternhammer is sleeping peacefully and soon this vessel will rendezvous with a slaver ship from Khund. I imagine he will make quite a price at the auction.
As you will see you I have all your clever devices. Sternhammer's Happystick, your blasters, the electroknux, and this elaborate helmet of yours. All safe and sound and ready to add to my collection after we push your body out of the airlock. You should know, Mr Alpha, that I always do my research. I know who has been sent after me. I know their strengths and their particular weaknesses. Fascinating stuff, research. But I can't spend all morning chatting with you Mr Alpha. Things to do, people to kill."
"How did you do it, Redfield? How did you make Judge Festina disappear just when she was building the case against you?"
Well now, that would be telling but I suppose as you're not going to be with us for much longer. It's all down to research again. When we found that the Judge was not susceptible to our monetary approaches we discovered that she spent one morning a week volunteering in an orphanage. How very charming.
From there it was a fairly easy task to infiltrate the youngest member of my team into the orphans home. Young Adam. Such a prodigious talent for 9 years old. Once done we got creative with plascrete. You know that asteroid belt above Proteolos Minor? Let's just say Judge Festina sleeps with the stars tonight.
Now I really must dash. Take a deep breath Mr Alpha. You will need it. "
"We did our research too, Redfield. That's why we're here."
"What can you possibly mean?"
"My helmet. It's been recording everything. Sub-etheric transmission to the Hall of Justice. They have it all by now. Wulf!"
There was a brief scuffle with a security guard and then the giant Viking strode into the room. A couple of taps with his retrieved happy stick and Alpha stood free besides him.
"Ah, Johnny. This dummkopf did not know ve have the nose filters. No sleeping for us, ja"
"Whatever they are paying you, Alpha, I'll double it."
"Research letting you down again, Redfield. Festina was a friend of ours. This isn't business, this is personal."
"Ja. Ve do you for free."
"No use struggling or planning any wild escape attempts, Redfield. After all, in space no one can hear you scheme."