Free END of LINE: Humanities Last Stand - part 3 by John Short Page A

now he was traveling at nearly 200.
    Reaching the downtown area, Jon pulled straight into the pads in front of the diner and, shutting down the motors, he hopped out of his craft without
    bothering to open the door. As he walked away from his craft he heard the person who he had almost hit honking their horn and pulling in behind him.
    “You there! Stop this instant!” a female voice demanded.
    Oh boy, here it comes, Jon thought to himself. Remember you represent not only an FTL shipping company, but the Peacekeeper Service too. “What do you
    want?” Jon asked without caring a bit about being polite.
    “I thought there were rules here about the speed allotment on the roads.”
    “Only in town, back out on the mountain I can go as fast as I want.” Jon told the female. It was obvious now that this was one of the high-class female
    Lexie snobs from the Palace. Jon didn't like them. He especially didn't like them when they were keeping him from his waffles!
    “You should be more careful. I could have been hurt, then where would you be?” she continued in her privileged way.
    “Lady, I really don't care where you would be. Driving that boat of yours, if we would have crashed, you'd be fine and I'd have been dead.” Jon retorted
    angrily. He was, after all, hungry and she was keeping him for his meal.
    “Do you have any idea who I am?” she asked.
    “I know exactly who or rather what you are. You are one of the rich snobs from up at the Palace who think that just because they are the fifth cousin
    twelve times removed from the King's left baby toe's hang nail, everyone else owes you something and should treat you like your the King's prized pubic
    hair!” Jon screamed.
    “Who do you think you are talking to me like that?” she continued. Her own anger was starting to show now despite all her training.
    “This has gone on for too long but I'll play just one more round.” Jon informed the annoying female. “I am Warrior Lieutenant Jon Connell of the
    Peacekeepers. Home on leave before reporting back for flight training. I am also the owner of Burt and Billy's Interplanetary Transfer Company. Complete with my own civilian FTL certifications.” Jon pulled his mirrored sunglasses off and tossed them onto the seat of his hover craft. Then he looked straight at the Lexon female in her larger craft. “Who the hell do you think you are if I may be so bold as to ask? Just so I can make sure your family pays twenty times the going rate for any supplies they want brought in from off world!”
    Satrina sat in her hover craft stunned. Standing there was the most magnificent example of a male she had ever seen. Standing before her was her mate! The
    male she had first seen months ago at the Reunification Day celebration. The one who had properly flogged that other male for insulting his heart-mother.
    The one who she later learned had been sent away to the Peacekeepers as punishment for defending his mother. The same one she had unknowingly angered. She
    should have known who it was by his sheer size and his family colors. No one ever wore the silver and black. Those belonged to the Connell family alone.
    Taking her own dark glasses off she lowered her voice before speaking.
    “Warrior Connell, I am Crown Princess Satrina of the Lexonian Royal House. I am most assuredly my father's daughter not just his prized pubic hair
    considering Lexonians do not possess body hair of any kind.” She had to smile at that thought. Just wait until she told the Prince about that one. Her
    brother would laugh until he cried. “I don't think my father would even notice if your company charged over one hundred times the normal shipping rate to
    have things sent here since he never pays the bills. I would only beg that you think of the people who pay the tax before raising the rates too far.” Her
    smile melted the anger from Jon's clouded brain faster than the southern volcanoes melted the winter snows.
    How could he have been so stupid?