The good die young so they may not be corrupted and the wicked live on so they may have a chance to repent

Galactic Security was the preeminent post-war police ****. Established as a part of the Armistice, and headquartered at Proxima, they were the 'pacifist' Gagarin Republic's only real claim to power. A neutral civilian law enforcement agency that had jurisdiction over all three powers. It was supposed to keep the peace. Only things never had a way of working out like that, did they? GalSec may have treated everyone equally in theory, but that was just because they oppressed everyone equally in practice.

Their main area of operations, the so called 'dragnet' stretched from Earth-Home to Constantine, covering some of the densest regions of each of the three powers, along with a sizable chunk of the Rim. Foolish smugglers and pirates who ignored the warnings would find themselves surrounded by hundreds of heavily armed patrol ships. It was a show of ****, a deterrent, and it worked. The majority of humanities elite, enjoyed a life blissfully free of crime. Of course, their own crimes often went unpunished. But for the crime that happened outside of the dragnet, they used the CSA. The Cascading Sensor Array could detect a ship almost anywhere in human space. Every ship had a unique gravitational field and drive signature. And the CSA could pinpoint its location down to the kilometer.

Officer Bashir and his partner, Officer Spitz, had been tasked with investigating a lead they'd received about someone bribing officers and hijacking the CSA for nefarious purposes. They sent the right man for the job, if Bashir knew one thing, it was bribes...

"No answer on the wave-comm." Jimmy- Bashir never called his rookie partner by anything but his first name -announced. "Ships powered down. You think this is the one?"

Bashir didn't answer him. Instead he starred hungrily down at his pad. A picture of the Aestyr's owner was starring up at him defiantly. 'Charlotte Carter'. Now there was a fuckable name to match a fuckable babe.

She was the CEO of some middling transport company off Sirius Prime. Quite the looker, enough that random people liked to put pictures of her up on the extranet. And now she was accused of breaking the law. Bashir couldn't give a shit whether or not she was guilty, just so long as he could get his hands on her for a while. According to Central, the data bursts had been sent to this location. Direct beam, someone couldn't wait. They'd analyzed the data packet, the CSA had been tracking one 'Keith Martell', Carter's husband. No doubt the man had some piece of ass on the sly and his little old woman was trying to ruin his fun. Bashir had heard it all before. Usually they just hired a PI though, maybe stalked the girlfriend a bit. Hijacking the CSA was new. Even better for him though. Bashir flicked the wave-comm on again.

"This is Officer Teddy Bashir of Galactic Security. Prepare to be boarded."

Jimmy grinned. Stupid kid got his rocks off on bossing people around. Whatever. They worked well enough together. No response from the Aestyr, but the drive began powering up. Fuck it. Bashir fired a stunbolt into the side of the ship. The heavy electromagnets fouling the Aestyr's electronics. She wasn't going anywhere.

"Let's get military, Jimmy." Bashir called over as he brought their tiny, two man skiff in to dock with the larger yacht. Jimmy howled with excitement.

They were inside the Aestyr minutes later, Carter must have kept the airlocks unsealed, smart, that way they wouldn't have to cut their way in. The interior was nice. Business must be good for 'Carter Engineering and Transport'; real wood paneling instead of plastic, extra thick dividers to quiet the reactor, even simulacra glass creating a tropical backdrop on the walls.

"Sure beats the skiff." Jimmy whistled. Bashir agreed, if he had to sleep in a bunk bed with this kid one more time....

"Just got to turn the heat down a bit." Bashir replied. Regulations be damned, they were impounding this ship and riding it back to HQ. "Let's find this bitch and get on with it. I'm hungry." And his pecker felt like it could poke a hole in his pants.

Charlotte Carter met them just outside the mess, wearing next to nothing. Just a flimsy, diaphanous white shirt pulled over some lacy underwear. This woman had two kids? Jesus. "Hands up!" Jimmy barked.

She complied. Pity. Jimmy didn't partake, but he did like roughing 'em up. Oh well. "Is there a problem officer?" Carter's mouth twitched with impatience. "Is there a reason you disabled my ship?"

"I'll ask the questions here!" Bashir growled. "Do you have any weapons on your person?"

Charlotte rolled her eyes and unbuttoned her shirt, pulled it down to her waist to expose the soft flesh underneath. Damn. Speaking of things to ride back to HQ...

"Why didn't you answer our wave-comms?" Jimmy demanded.

"I'm having some technical issues. Maybe you noticed the heat?" Charlotte fired back, pulling the shirt back over her shoulders. She left it unbuttoned, Bashir noted. Maybe just the heat, or maybe Charlotte was looking to get a little payback on old Keith. Bashir would be all too happy to help there. Just got to keep the kid from blowing the deal.

"Oh yeah, and what about-"

Bashir caught his partner's arm and shook his head gently. Not yet. Jimmy scowled but shut up.

"That's all right, but we do have to speak to you Mrs. Carter. Is there a place we could sit down and talk for a bit?"

"Of course, officers. Follow me. And call me Charlotte, please." She led them back into the mess, hips popping with every step. Bashir raked his eyes over her long legs and the glimpses of panty he caught beneath her shirt. God damn, if this was the mother, what did her daughter look like? Was she here too? "I'm sorry for my attire. The cooling system is malfunctioning." Charlotte added as they entered a lavish mess area.

"It's not problem. Just you on the ship, Charlotte?" Bashir called out. He sure as fuck didn't mind her lack of clothes.

"Yes." She called back. "Just me."

Too bad, but at least it kept things simple. Charlotte offered them them water, sipping at her own out of a simple mug. She was trying to play them, of course. Women didn't look like her, without learning how to use what they had. Certainly not women who became CEO's. Only she was going to find that the power dynamic had shifted away from her the moment they'd come aboard. Too bad for her.

"What are you doing out here, Mrs. Carter?" Jimmy butted in. Idiot looked pissed. He was in this job for all the usual reasons, anger issues, hungry for power, kid was gonna burn out if he was lucky. The kid was a brick. Useful for smashing, useless for anything else. The dance they were on required subtlety.

"I was taking my ship out for a pleasure cruise." Bashir was almost certain she'd emphasized the word pleasure on purpose. She definitely pressed her breasts forward. Her hot eyes practically dared him to call her out on it. Now this was a woman who understood. Only she was too good for her own good. Bashir had had plenty of pussy in his day, quite the collection from **** young girls who didn't want a blemish on their permanent record and bitter, angry women looking to get back at inattentive husbands. He wasn't ashamed to admit he'd used **** when necessary, or when he'd thought he might enjoy a bit of ****. But for the most part he let his prey negotiate their way out of trouble in exchange for satisfying his needs. Quid pro quo and all that.

Mrs. Carter was different. Even if her crime hadn't been too serious to 'make it go away'. She was a gem where all the rest had been shiny stones. He had to have her one way or the other. Impounding the ship, arresting Charlotte, was only going to give him more time to play with her. But he still enjoyed the dance. And a not so small part of him would like to watch the hope leave her eyes, day by day, as they got closer and closer to HQ. See her confident negotiations turn to pleading, even begging. God the thought of what she might offer up on the last few days, before they got to Proxima made his dick feel like iron. He couldn't wait to fill each and every hole with his seed. Defile her. **** her. Jimmy could watch if he wanted. Join, even. But he sure as fuck wasn't getting in the way.

"Of course, then I ran into some engine trouble. Hence the heat." Charlotte recalled with a distant look, her shirt slipping open again. "I'm glad you came along when you did. I could have been in real trouble."

Bashir fought to keep his voice neutral, this next part was crucial, lead the horse to water, let her take the drink herself, otherwise things got...unpleasant. "It wasn't a coincidence that we found you, Charlotte. We have evidence that someone on this ship may have bribed GalSec personnel and received sensitive information from the CSA. That's a very serious crime. And since you say you're the only person on board..."

Charlotte put her cup down. She was the picture of dignified confusion and reproach. "I'm afraid I don't have any idea what you're talking about."

Jimmy tried to cut in eyes flashing, but Bashir glared at him. "Maybe we could take a look around your ship? Check the comm logs? I'm sure we could clear all this up?" He met her eyes innocently enough but they both knew he had her. If she didn't show them, they'd arrest her and if she did, they'd have the evidence and she'd be fucked anyway. Plenty of women would have collapsed into tears and apology. Charlotte Carter wasn't one of them.

"You got me. " Charlotte's gaze turned smoky. She swayed her hips, one hand caught twirling a lock of hair. "But maybe we could work something out, Officer....Bashir?"

"What did you have in mind?" Bashir played innocent very well. He'd had practice.

"My lawyer is very good. He'll tell the courts that 'I'm just a poor wife tracking down my wayward husband'. We both know I won't see any jail time for this. I'll pay a fine, do some community service and be on my way." Charlotte licked her lips and dragged her eyes meaningfully down to Bashir's straining cock. "Why don't I give you a down payment and you let me go on my way? I'll surrender myself at a later date?"

It was a nice offer. On most cops, corrupt or no, it would have worked. Not on Bashir. He had a nose for desperation, and for all her confident facade, little Charlie here was as **** as they came. "I think you're underestimating the seriousness of these accusations you've just admitted to. And overestimating your attorney." No one's lawyer could get them out of this, not right away. "I'd be a terrible officer if I let you get off with just a 'down payment'."

"Hmmm." The gaze turned downright predatory; her eyes sharp and hard. "And yet a down payment is all you get. Or you get nothing at all."

Bashir was hooked. Her certainly wasn't going to let Mrs. Carter go. But no need to let her know that until after.

"Jimmy, give us a bit of privacy, please." Bashir didn't even spare his partner a glance as the man angrily huffed his way outside. His eyes were locked on Charlotte. "Let's see what you've got Mrs. Carter."

Charlotte slithered to her knees before him. She freed his aching cock with a professional ease, no stranger to sucking her way to the top, this one. Bashir smiled down at her. "Get it nice and wet, Mrs. Carter."

Charlotte started at the base, furiously licking every spare inch of him, from balls to crown. Slathering him in warm spittle, before gently cupping him with her hands. She pumped him gently, while her mouth explored the crown above. The tip of her tongue a gentle probing digit, hunting for crevices and wrinkles, tiny sensitive areas of pleasure that nearly made him into a two pump chump. He had to grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut just to keep from coming. He was already on the edge.

"Stop. STOP." Bashir **** her off his dick. That was very easily the best blowjob he'd ever had. "Jesus. You're an absolute fuckstick, you know that Mrs. Carter?"

"Too much for you, officer?" Charlotte had a challenging look in her eye.

"You certainly didn't undersell yourself." He replied. No fucking way he let her go before he'd tested each and every one of her holes. God damn. This woman was enough to make him respect monogamy. What the hell was her husband playing at, running away from her? "Get back in there. I'm ready."

"Actually, I think not. You should have let me finish you. At least then you would have gotten to cum." Charlotte reached down and flicked a button on her Pad. Live feed from hidden cameras all over the ship flicked on. Including ones that showed Charlotte on her knees in front of him. Bitch!

"You recorded us?" Bashir snarled. He moved to backhand her, only for Charlotte's raised eyebrow to stop him. She was recording this too. Fuck! "Jimmy! Jimmy, get the fuck in here!"

"What?" Jimmy demanded as he came through the door.

"This bitch recorded us. She fucking...trapped...me. Fuck!" Bashir explained.

"Even if you had solid evidence against me, any charges you brought now would be thrown out." Charlotte stated calming as she rose. "Not that it would matter to you, you'd both be in prison for the rest of your lives."

"Fucking whore!" Jimmy didn't care about the cameras, he slugged her straight in the gut. When she fell to her knees wheezing and chocking he kicked her and again when she fell to her side, curled up into the fetal position. Jimmy turned back to Bashir. "You just couldn't keep your dick in your pants. What the fuck are we going to do?"

"Stop kicking her to start!" Bashir pointed at the cameras.

"The fuck does it matter? Twenty years or two hundred, its all the same. I'm not going to prison, Bashir." Jimmy shot back. Behind him, Charlotte rose, eyes not hot anymore. Maybe they never had been, just terribly, terribly cold. Before Bashir could even shout, she snatched Jimmy's pistol out of its holster and pointed it at them.

"This doesn't have to end badly." Charlotte's voice was flat. Empty. "I don't give a fuck about you two. Leave. My. Ship. Say you never found me. We can still do the original deal."

"Or what?" Jimmy replied. He put up his hands, but his face had that nasty smile he got when he won.

"I think that's pretty obvious." Charlotte growled.

"You got a clean shot. Take it." Bashir taunted.

"The only thing stopping me is I don't have time to clean up the mess after. Leave."

"No." Jimmy replied. "Guess you'll have to shoot."

"I will kill you both. This is your last chance." Charlotte leveled the Jimmy's stolen pistol right at his head. "I'm gonna count to three."

"One." She pulled the trigger.

Jimmy's gun refused to fire. It clicked twice instead. Before Charlotte could realize her mistake, Jimmy was back on her, punching her in the face and snatching it back out of her grip.

"You little bitch. Biometric guns. It doesn't work without my DNA!" Jimmy snarled. One hand wrapped up in her hair, yanking her up to her toes. "Want to see it up close?" He pushed it against her cheekbone. "Maybe I'll take a chunk out of your nose. Would you like that? Not so pretty then, huh?"

"Stop." Bashir pulled the other man back. "This isn't going to solve anything. We need to clean this up."

"I'll go down to the reactor, set it to self-destruct. No way she sent off any of this video. No ship, no evidence." Jimmy starred down at her. "We'll figure out what to do with her after. Take her to the skiff."

"Oh, I will." Bashir promised. "After, I'm done."

"Don't fuck her up too bad. I want of piece of this one."

"Finally gonna wet your whistle, huh kid?"

"What can I say? You bring out the best in me." Jimmy said as he trotted out the door.

"Now." Bashir twitched with anticipation. "Where were we?"

Charlotte was back on her knees. Officer Bashir's disgusting cock stuffed in her mouth. The man was laying back and watching her. Pistol still in hand. She had a plan for that, but first she needed to soften him up. She'd been hasty her first time, trying to rush through this encounter. Now she was slow, deliberate in her methods.

"You better suck that cock like your life depends on it!" Bashir called down to her.

And Charlotte did, one hand furiously pumping his spit soaked dick, the other gently massaging his balls. Her mouth sucked, hummed and bobbed the head of his penis, while her tongue swirled around the crown. She'd done her fair share blowjobs, the secret was loving it. She didn't, couldn't make herself even like this man, he was planning on killing her after the gang ****, she assumed. But she did know the mechanics by heart, even if her 'heart' was repulsed by him.

"Fucking swallow it!"

Bashir swelled in her mouth and Charlotte pulled out to catch it on her face. She had plans for that cum.

"Fucking swallow it!"

She ignored him.

Bashir sat up with a grimace. His cock was still rock hard. Perfect. "We're not done." He threatened.

Charlotte glared at him. Bashir wiggled his pistol meaningfully. Big man with his big gun.

"Bashir." Jimmy called through the comm. "I just got to engineering. You back at the skiff yet?"

"Neg. I just finished round one over here. I got to fuck this bitch in her own bed before we go."

"How is she?"

"I want to see those tits." Bashir ordered her. Then keyed his comm back on. "This whore could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Shame we're gonna blow her out into space." Bashir made sure to look her in the eye, as he said it.

Charlotte resisted the urge to smile, instead she stood and reached up under her shirt to unclasp her bra. Fastened along the hollow of her by industrial adhesive, was her knife. Her bra clip had caught just the slightest hint of adhesive and was glued together She have to take off her shirt and raise it over her head. Or should she just pull it free and try and take him now?

"Make it quick. I'm starting the overload." Jimmy reminded him through the comm.

Bashir flicked off his comm and leered at Charlotte. "Take me to your bedroom. Now."

Charlotte led out of the mess and around the corridor to her quarters. All the while, he was staring at her ass. Idiot had never even searched her for weapons. He'd been content with her lowering her shirt earlier. They were in front of her bed before she knew it.

"Face down, ass up." Bashir pointed. Not good. If he found the knife he'd kill her. Maybe **** her corpse, depending on how much of pervert he really was.

"I-I- want to be on top." Charlotte knew how to inject a believable stutter into her voice. She'd learned that skill on the street, how to be a predator, disguised as prey.

"That sounds a lot like a demand." Bashir put a hand on her shoulder and tugged her around. He was far too close to touching her blade.

"Please let me be on top, Officer Bashir?" Charlotte affected a little girl's begging voice. "You like my blowjob, I promise you'll like this." Was he falling for this? If he didn't buy it, her only hope was to outfight him when he was armed and she wasn't. Not likely. "I can make you feel so good. You don't have to kill me. Please." She would have given him a little kiss, if her face wasn't still covered in his cum.

Bashir smiled, he liked what he saw. "Alright." He flopped back into the bed, cock out of his pants and straining, one hand still on his gun. "Climb aboard."

Charlotte slipped out of her panties and shirt, tugged her bra off and let her breasts swing free. She straddled him on her own bed. His filthy manhood all too close for comfort. She wasn't wet at all, but that wasn't part of the discussion was it? Charlotte did what she'd done a hundred times before, in her soiled childhood that was sadly no stranger to **** or ****. She withdrew into herself, pulling herself down into the dark cold pool, leaving her doubts and worries behind. Emotions, even base instincts like fear became distant voices, to quiet to be heard.

"Clocks ticking Mrs. Carter." Bashir reminded her. "Get on this dick or I'll do it for you."

He was still holding the gun. She just needed an opening. A second of distraction. An excuse to put her hands behind her back. She reached down and took his free hand and placed it on her ample breast. Bashir groaned with approval. Charlotte writhed on top of him. Grinding his sock with her hips. She whined, as if aroused. Only to be rewarded by Bashir letting go of his gun and cupping her other breast too. He kneaded them like dough. It made her feel dirty, but she arched her back and pressed them into his grip all the same. Charlotte tipped her head back and moaned; her left hand gripping one of his, as her right swept back through her hair, then down her neck, until finally, her fingers curled around the hilt of her knife. She pulled it free, tearing off the top layers of skin without even flinching. She was in the cold place now. Safe. Determined. Everything was straight lines and black and white.

Charlotte whipped her knife down and buried in Bashir's shoulder, severing his axillary nerve. The arm dropped uselessly onto the bed, but Charlotte wasn't finished. She ripped her blade free and pushed it right up to his carotid artery. Bashir snapped out of shock just in time to freeze.

"Let's go for a little walk, shall we?" Charlotte wasn't asking now.

They made good time down to engineering. Bashir had only tried to break free once, and he'd learned his lesson quickly after she stabbed him in just above the kidney. The time for disguises was over. He needed to know that she was would kill him. And that the only way to buy more time was to cooperate. She'd thrown on a pair of pants, mostly just so she could tuck Bashir's stolen pistol into the back waistband.

"Call your friend." Charlotte hissed, one arm fisted in Bashir's shirt, the other keeping the knife point digging into his neck.

"Hey Jimmy." Bashir winced when he took a deep breathe and a thin trickle of blood flowed from the knife point. "Come out here for a nano."

"What the fu-"

Jimmy cut himself off when he saw his partner in the corridor, being used as a hostage. "Put the knife down. That's an order."

If she wasn't blissfully free of emotion, that statement would have made her laugh. The instinct to fall back to their training was strong indeed. But they weren't police anymore. They were prey.

"Drop your gun, or I drop him." Charlotte called out. She knew he'd never do it though. She whispered to Bashir just after. "Walk." She emphasized the command with a slight increase in pressure that made his bloody trickle turn to a steady flow. He walked.

"Stop." Jimmy called out.

"Don't."

"Fucking stop, man!" Jimmy tried to find an angle around his partner. Charlotte felt him tense beneath fist. They were close now. Maybe even close enough. Every step would have made him more nervous, how many more until he shot through his partner?

"Walk and I'll let you live." Charlotte promised. They both knew it was a lie. But the human animal is so driven, so obsessed by survival it will cling to anything, even a lie that goes against their very purpose, so long as there is a chance of life at the end. It confused Bashir's mind. Made him slow when he should have stopped. Charlotte released her grip on his shirt and and smeared the cum still drying on her face onto her free hand before she pulled her stolen pistol free and flung herself backwards.

Jimmy's first bullet caught Bashir in the good shoulder. He spun and dropped. The second and third passed through where her chest had just been seconds before. Charlotte aimed as she fell, she wasn't much of a marksman, but this close it didn't matter. She squeezed the trigger until the clip ran dry. Enough hit Jimmy to make him fall and not get up.

When she was satisfied she was the only one still intact, Charlotte reloaded and walked over to the fallen GalSec officer. His chest wasn't rising, she'd ruptured his diaphragm with one of her shots. His eyes begged to understand how she did it? How did she beat him?

Charlotte ignored him, instead kicking his gun down the hall and leaving him to die with the question unanswered. She mercy-killed a whimpering Bashir with shot to the head, gave herself one more moment of blissful cold and then let it go.

The rush of emotion hit her like a bomb. This was bad. Forget the near ****, that was all too familiar to be worrying. The deaths of two GalSec agents on her ship would draw attention, there was no way it couldn't. She had only one course of action, their coverup had to become hers. She'd set the skiff's core to overload and dump their bodies somewhere quiet, like gas giant. That would take care of the physical trail.

Charlotte lifted Bashir's arm, his pad was still active. She accessed the file that sent them after her. Not great, not terrible. One of the technician's she'd bribed for CSA data had gotten caught, and in her rush for information she'd had it beamed directly to her. Her lawyer could get her out of that. She searched the database for any arrest record with her name. So long as there was no proof that Bashir and his partner ever found her....she felt her heart stop.

An anonymous tip had come in, regarding the fire at the Carter estate all those years ago. Someone- probably Keith not that it mattered now -had found out her secret. Enough to send people looking. And once they started digging, they'd find more than just a few murders and some arson. Her life, her children's lives were a ticking clock now.

Useless thoughts began to race through her panicking mind. How had he found out? How long had he known? Why use this now? Charlotte felt her carefully won sense of control slipping out from her fingers, she dragged herself back to the cold place. Here it was quiet. Here it was safe.

Charlotte would destroy the ship. Then message her lawyer and have him negotiate a surrender with GalSec as far in the future as possible. The CSA data put Keith at Ya Fen, in the Dead Worlds. That was where she had to go. She'd find her children, her sister and niece too and explain the terrible danger all of them were in.