Captain Beatty Novels & Stories

However, Freed and his group swiftly moved to intercept him. The Stormwatch captain was clad in armor, but he lacked the imposing presence of a warrior. Instead, he gave off a somewhat sleazy vibe. The middle-aged captain knew he had no way to escape, so he asked in a slightly obsequious manner, "What brings you here, sir?" Freed quickly formulated his words and then said coldly, "We have orders from our superiors. We don't want to harm our own people, so as long as you clear the way, no one will get hurt."

Just as he was relaxing a hand suddenly gripped his shoulder and for a second he nearly fainted with fright, thinking the bowie knife would hit him next. Then he realized it was Deets. Motioning for him to follow, Deets walked right up to the hut. He did not appear to be worried in the least. When they were a few feet from the broken adobe wall, Newt saw Captain Call step into the circle of firelight from the other side. “You men just hold steady,” he said, in a calm, almost friendly, voice. It evidently didn’t sound as friendly to the men around the fire.

"You're welcome. So, Captain Baddo, what's so important that it brought you and Big Berta all the way out to this corner of the Confederacy?" Baddo gulped. He was tall and very thin. His Adam's apple rose and fell. The crew called the freighter Big Berta, but her official name was the Bellbota IV, which indicated that Doug Douglas had fairly good data, and knew where she was supposed to be. Give or take a few light years. The officer jerked his head toward the stern. "It will be easier if I showed you. Please follow me". The industrialist followed the nearly skeletal officer down a well maintained corridor, noted that his olfactory receptors had detected the presence of a highly spiced Marti

“Our thirty days are up. “I’ll be there at nine tomorrow.” I looked at the piece of paper. The weight that had been crushing my chest eased up a little. He said, “I know I have no right to ask you to come back. “But the least I can do is stand by you until the very end.” I nodded. “Alright.” There seemed to be something more on his mind. His lips parted and closed silently before he ended up saying, “See you tomorrow, Millie.” I met his gaze. “See you tomorrow, Captain Tanner.”

The sound of Dean reading the medical label completely freezes the heavy air inside the spacious bathroom, and the continuous rush of the freezing shower water is the only noise breaking the sudden silence. I stand directly beside the open glass door of the enclosure, and I stare at the small amber bottle resting securely in Dean's pale hand while my mind rapidly processes the impossible information. Beau is the deeply feared and ruthless boss of the Southside Syndicate, and he possesses the broad physical shoulders and the highly dominant aura of a true Alpha, yet he is secretly taking the highest legally banned dosage of Omega heat suppressants.

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 Sheriff Bastillo is a piece of shit. I cannot stress that enough. If dirt could crawl into a uniform and pretend to be a man, it would be him. I leaned back in the creaking chair, arms folded, my face set in stone as he rattled on about how this town was going to shit—and how, apparently, it was all my fault. Typical. He leaned forward, fingers steepled, eyes narrow and gleaming with fake authority. “You people don’t understand how things work. You’re all just looking for a reason to stir up trouble.”

I gulp down my last bit of coffee, “let’s go.” He smiles as he pushes off the center island and nods, “yea, this is why I’m your Gamma, always thinking about strategy and tactical warfare.” Momma giggles at us and I narrow my eyes at her, she enters my mind, “be grateful he’s on our side.” I laugh as I walk out the door and he follows twirling the keys around his finger, I snatch them from him, “you got shotgun, it will give you time to eat your breakfast, you can drive on the way back,” I grin at him and he nods.

To him, the General Manager was his supposed boss but could not be the father of the two boys. "Good day, Captain," he got up and greeted him without a hand salute since they were of the same rank. At that point, he had scanned him and made his reservations. "Good day, Captain. Did you say that my driver damaged your car?" He asked him. At that point, all eyes were on him and they waited silently for his answer. He looked at Tim's face and looked away immediately when he saw that he was staring daggers at him. "Did you get my question, Captain?" Capt Bolton asked when he noticed that he was speechless.

His demeanor suggested he would not hesitate to make an example of anyone who stepped out of line. The group, sensing his deadly seriousness, fell silent. Among the rough crowd, reason was useless, only strength mattered. Satisfied, the captain gave his orders in a lower voice, "Check on the bait. Make sure he's still alive." "Yes, sir!" The earlier dissenter moved quickly to comply, hoping to redeem himself. Suddenly, the captain's heat-sensing glasses picked up movement. "Hide! No one moves!" Everyone froze, barely breathing, lying low in the darkness. Alexander, their target, was approaching.

Looking at his messages, all wagging tail like a big dog, I thought back to how he'd been all afternoon, eyes on nothing but the puck. The guy wasn't actually mean-hearted. He was just completely oblivious to how people worked. I typed out a line. "I watched your old game tapes. Everyone's just recklessly aggressive, dropping the gloves at the drop of a hat, all chasing the spotlight, and you play like a bunch of strangers. It doesn't matter how good the tactics are if the captain doesn't give a damn about his own teammates and lets bullying slide right under his nose." He fired back a shocked reaction sticker in a heartbeat.