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    The Misplaced Battleship Lure
    The Misplaced Battleship Lure
    The Misplaced Battleship Lure
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    The Misplaced Battleship Lure

    By Harley Harrison

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    A Staynless Steel Rat story.

    Slippery Jem de Griz has been digging in the archives as punishment. She has found a sting, she believes, and tells her Special Corps boss. To prevent the end of a presidential career, they set a golden trap for an egomanical thief. But who is actually conning who when you can smell a big staynless steel rat?

    A Gender Switch Adventure.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJekkara Press
    Release dateJul 31, 2010
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      The Misplaced Battleship Lure - Harley Harrison

      The Misplaced Battleship Lure

      by Harley Harrison

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 2010 Harley Harrison

      A Staynless Steel Rat story

      A Gender Switch Adventure

      When it comes to picking locks and cracking safes I admit to no mistress. The door to Inskipp's private quarters had an old-fashioned tumbler drum that was easier to pick than my teeth. I must have gone through that door without breaking step. Quiet as I was though, Inskipp still heard me. The light came on and there she was sitting up in bed pointing a .75 caliber recoilless at my sternum.

      'You should have more brains than that, de Gryz,' she snarled. 'Creeping into my room at night! You could have been shot.'

      'No I couldn't,' I told her, as she stowed the cannon back under her pillow. 'A woman with a curiosity bump as big as yours will always talk first and shoot later. And besides--none of this pussyfooting around in the dark would be necessary if your screen was open and I could have got a call through.'

      Inskipp yawned and poured herself a glass of water from the dispenser unit above the bed. 'Just because I head the Special Corps, doesn't mean that I am the Special Corps,' she said moistly while she drained the glass. 'I have to sleep sometime. My screen is open only for emergency calls, not for every agent who needs her hand held.'

      'Meaning I am in the hand-holding category?' I asked with as much sweetness as I could.

      'Put yourself in any category you please,' she grumbled as she slumped down in the bed. 'And also put yourself out into the hall and see me tomorrow during working hours.'

      She was at my mercy, really. She wanted sleep so much. And she was going to be wide awake so very soon.

      'Do you know what this is?' I asked her, poking a large glossy pic under her long broken nose. One eye opened slowly.

      'Big warship of some kind, looks like Empire lines. Now for the last time--go away!' she said.

      'A very good guess for this late at night,' I told her cheerily. 'It is a late Empire battleship of the Warlord class. Undoubtedly one of the most truly efficient engines of destruction ever manufactured. Over a half mile of defensive screens and armament, that could probably turn any fleet existent today into fine radioactive ash--'

      'Except for the fact that the last one was broken up for scrap over a thousand years ago,' she mumbled.

      I leaned over and put my lips close to her ear. So there would be no chance of misunderstanding. Speaking softly, but clearly.

      'True, true,' I said. 'But wouldn't you be just a little bit interested if I was to tell you that one is being built today?'

      Oh, it was beautiful to watch. The covers went one way and Inskipp went the other. In a single unfolding, in concerted motion she left the horizontal and recumbent and stood tensely vertical against the wall. Examining the pic of the battleship under the light. She apparently did not believe in pajama bottoms and it hurt me to see the goose-bumps rising on those thin shanks. But if the legs

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