Blue Zone Blues

Gareth dropped Hanni off in a blue zone. Safe. No guns allowed.

Hanni wanted to come along with him: a brave, tough, big dicked bounty hunter, but with her tight asshole, he would get nothing done.

Disappointment. She kissed him on the cheek. Goofy grin. He jumped into his rusty cruiser and winked goodbye.

He smiled. But then in the deepness of space, he felt lonely again. He played some jazz.

“Dancing with the planets till the world gets strange…” Gareth sang along with the smooth timber of Mobo Dons.

“Snap of the fingers, pulse of the thrusters, sexy, swing close, gravi-babe pulling me into dark clusters…” He sang.

Then he lost the spark and pondered what he’d do about the krubble. Failed to execute Zameul Faune. That dark beauty… Who was she? Her skin shimmered within its blackness like the void itself.

He stopped for food in the blue zone. A good old fashion space-burger. A side of blue fries. And artificial-strawberry shake. Still he missed a thick chocolate shake from Earth. Hadn’t been back in a while…

He got back in his ship. Sighed.

Beep beep… Ariana was calling.

“Yo Big Boss!” He said.

“Gareth, did you secure the krubble?” She said giggling.

“I didn’t… They got away…” he said.

“What happened?” She said in a more serious tone.

He wanted to say that he got distracted. Had sex with a hot babe, instead of being a good hitman. But that was humiliating. And he didn’t want to be so crass in front of Ariana. She was innocent — at least for someone in the bounty trade.

“I got distracted… I lost focus on the mission and it was solely my fault… But I will get that krubble don’t you worry Boss…” he said.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself Gareth… I trust you’ll do the right thing next time…” She smiled.

“Yes I will,” he puffed his chest with a big smile.