“Not this woe-is-me bullshit again.”, Wainwright sighed. ”I’m getting old, and I won’t be around forever…” Then, he got serious, and laying one hand on his son’s shoulder, he continued: They buy the most expensive models and promote the brand!”
“This is also a business trip, kid”, Montgomery said, “It’s always good to have a good relationship with hunters and other kinds of gun users. The truth is, he had never been good with people, which is why he preferred lonely activities like reading, listening to old music, getting drunk on his own, or shooting at cans (and missing) when he was sure that no one could see him. The last thing Wainwright wanted was to spend a week lost in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by drunk men who only tolerated him because he was his father’s son, and who secretly laughed at him whenever he missed a target, which was often. “Ugh, do I really have to? Won’t you have more fun with your hunter friends?”, groaned the younger man. We’ll have one helluva fun time!”, insisted the father. But that’s not what matters now, you have to come with me. It lasted for so long that Wainwright felt a slight sting of pain in his chest. I shoot like a drunken grog that has banged its head against a rock and now has brain damage.” “Y’know, I don’t think I should come, I think we both know that I’d be a burden. I would if I wasn’t blind in one goddamn eye, thought Wainwright, but preferred to stay silent. “Stop saying nonsense and do as I tell you!”, said Montgomery, taking the book away from his son’s hands and earning a frustrated growl from him, “Ah, you read too many books, they’re gonna rot your brain! You should shoot more!” “Nonsense!”, exclaimed Mongomery, “That’s what privilege is for, you gotta take advantage of it, kid!” You can’t treat me any different for being your son, I can’t skip a meeting for some vacation, right?” a meeting! Umm, yes, an important meeting…”, Wainwright lied, “Corporative stuff, you’re the boss, I’m sure you understand. “Two days, you say? Well, damn, turns out I have a. The only thing on Wainwright’s mind was “Oh, no, not another hunting expedition, not again.” “No time for that, kiddo, we’re leaving in two days and it takes you forever to pack a bag, so you’d better start now!”, Montgomery replied. “God damnit, pa! Can’t you knock?! You’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days!”, mouthed Wainwright. The poor man almost threw his book and his whiskey all over the floor. “Wainwright!”, yelled Montgomery Jakobs, stepping into his son’s study, “Pack your stuff, we’re leaving on a hunting expedition!” He was so engrossed in his lecture that he didn’t hear someone walking up to the room until they burst the door open violently. He had made himself comfortable on his favourite armchair, and his coat and his tie rested on a cloth hanger. He had a book in one hand, and a whiskey in the other one it was hard to tell which was older.
A man at the Jakobs Manor was still awake. The atmosphere was damp and way too hot for comfort, but that wasn’t a surprise for a planet which consisted mainly of swamps. The rain wasn’t too heavy, it hit the ground lazily creating a soothing hum, but when rain lasts for more than a week, it can get tedious. It was a calm night on Eden-6, like most.
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