Bouchers world, p.1
Boucher's World, page 1
Boucher’s World:
Emergent
By
P.B. Cannon
Boucher’s World: Emergent
Copyright© 2012 by P.B. Cannon
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Re-edited November 2022
Cover updated 4/2024
(Reissued 4/21/2024 to correct formatting errors)
(Re-reissued 5/7/2024 to correct typos and other minor issues)
License Notes:
All rights reserved. No parts of these books may be reproduced in any form by any electronic or mechanical means including photocopying, recording, or information storage and retrieval without permission in writing from the author.
Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed herein are imaginary, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.
Cover art, layout, and design, by P.B. Cannon.
Contains mild profanity and violence. Some mature situations.
Part one of the Boucher’s World Trilogy
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Jade and Tally
Chapter 2
The Cottage
Chapter 3
Psyscan
Chapter 4
A Date with Reece
Chapter 5
The Meeting
Chapter 6
A Surprise
Chapter 7
Meeting Kendis
Chapter 8
The Door
Chapter 9
Emergence
Chapter 10
The Ship
Chapter 11
Confession
Chapter 12
In the Canteen
Chapter 13
An Upset to Maggie
Chapter 14
Sleep Flying
Chapter 15
Finding
Chapter 16
In Between
Chapter 17
A Declaration of Love
Chapter 18
Awakening
Chapter 19
Recuperating
Chapter 20
Getting Better
Chapter 21
Learning to Fly
Chapter 22
At the Beach
Chapter 23
Visiting Lark
Chapter 24
Apology
Chapter 25
Giving Statements
Chapter 26
Shanghaied
Chapter 27
Confined
Chapter 28
Escaping
Excerpt from Book 2
Other Works by the Author
About the Author
Chapter One
Jade and Tally
“No matter how roomy and comfortable, a cage is still a cage.” - Daniel Lowry
The big man tramped heavily through the old cottage looking in every room one last time. The only things left were cardboard boxes in a corner of one of the back rooms, and he’d pulled them open earlier to discover they were filled with packing material. He left them. No profit in that.
Satisfied that he’d emptied the cottage of everything of probable value, he nodded and pulled a communicator out of an inside pocket. He pressed a preprogrammed number.
“Get me Montford,” he said softly to the woman who answered.
“Of course, Charles,” she murmured.
While he waited, he walked over to the large, ceiling-to-floor window on the rear wall and peered out through the grime spattered pane. Just grass and trees, and a glint of light off a small, nearby meandering stream.
He wondered, briefly, why the window had been built that way, then turned and forgot it when Caine Montford answered.
“What did you find, Charles? Was it worth the trouble?”
“Not much here, Caine.” He glanced around the dusty room. “But I think I’ve got you some items that may prove to be profitable.”
The link was silent for a moment. “Okay, bring them in. I’m sure I can find a place for them, though I’m almost certain she meant something more would be there.” His voice turned cold. “Come on back. Stop and get the Healer and bring him with you. She’s going to pay for getting my hopes up.” He clicked off.
Charles winced. He hurt for the precog, but he knew there was nothing he could do to prevent what, he had no doubt, Caine was going to do to her. He knew it would be done before he could get back, but he also knew that even if he were there, he would do nothing to help her.
He felt a burst of shame at his cowardice, but he knew what would happen if he tried. He rolled away from that thought.
He shook his head. Caine was sharp about some things, such as his “business” dealings. It had made him a very wealthy and powerful man. But when it came to dealing with women, he was an absolute thickhead as he had no respect for them. He was convinced the precog was his ticket to success in his ambition to run the world the way he wanted. He refused to listen when she tried to tell him the ability didn’t work that way.
He also had the uncommon extra-sensory ability - esa - of psyscanning, allowing him to examine a person for the truth. This ability was not as powerful as he supposed, as Charles had discovered, but he also had the esa that gave him the ability to inflict pain - or pleasure - and he could be mean and vicious when he didn’t get his way.
Charles had been trying for years to learn to shield against it, and he found after a while that he could mitigate the pain. Unfortunately, he was addicted to the pleasure.
He shook his head again, ruefully this time. He couldn’t count the times he wished he’d never gotten mixed up with Caine Montford. But he’d been young and stupid; too anxious to make some fast credits, too eager to believe in the handsome, charismatic man who convinced him he would change the world. Who lied to him for his own selfish reasons. And that man was getting more unstable, day-by-day.
He sighed as he got into the large featureless hover-truck to head back to the mountains.
It was his own fault, and he would probably end up in Hell with Montford.
He drove off without looking back, never noticing the hazy Dim Spot moving to engulf the cottage or the subdued, almost negligible flash of gray accompanying it.
******
Three months later…
Jade punched the regulator on the water dispenser again. Still no water. What the...? Shards. These things never broke down.
Her pretty brown face crinkled up into a puzzled frown as she stared at it. The day was warm, and she needed to fill her water pouch - now. She tried it one last time with the same result.
She stood there for a moment, thinking, then she walked to the back and pushed the water lever on the small shower.
Crap. Nothing. She sighed, slung the pouch over her shoulder, picked up her pack, and headed back out of the rest station.
“Tally!” she yelled as she stepped outside the rest station. She looked around. Where’d he get to? Shaking her head impatiently, she homed in on his signature, finding him near the wheat field.
With a quiet rustling, Tally came padding sedately toward her, long bushy tail held high in the air, his silver fur gleaming in the afternoon sun.
Tally could vocalize but didn’t if he could avoid it. His mental voice was a pleasant, harmonious tenor, but his audible one was… well, different. So, he preferred to use mind-speak.
Jade shook her head in disgust. “Something’s wrong with the water in there. Couldn’t get it to work.” She deliberated for a second, then reached into a side pocket on her pack and pulled out a small, black, rectangular hand device. She peered at it, then touched one of the three lines running horizontally across the top half.
A tiny green indicator on the top blinked, and a large three dimensional map popped up in front of her. She studied it, tracking from the two icons that represented herself and Tally and their current position at the rest station, to a couple of points a little farther to the north.
“According to this map, there are two other rest stations in this area, the closest about a mile ahead.” Looking pensive, she turned the map off and shoved it back into her pack. “We’re okay on our quota for the day, so we have enough leeway to get there and still make enough catches for the bonus.”
He was right. Jade was getting thirsty.
Of course, she wouldn’t be having this problem if the lid to her water pouch hadn’t popped off when she slipped in the wet grass on the hill above the wheat field, and landed butt-first on the pouch. She had gotten up, rubbing her skinny behind, grimacing because she could feel her work pants were wet. She bent to retrieve her empty water pouch and slipped - again. Her knees and pant legs got decorated with grass stains and mud from that slip. She hated hills. Even little ones, such as that one had been.
She’d shot Tally an indignant look when she caught a mental snicker from him.
Fortunately, the pouch was still intact, and she hadn’t been hurt - except for her dignity - so they’d headed for the rest station so she could get a refill. And wipe off some of the mud.
Now she settled the pack on her back and noted that at least her backside had dried. She brushed at the mud caked on her knees and got a cloud of
She grunted irritably and growled, “Let’s go.”
She and Tally worked for Nuisance Apprehenders, Inc., the leading pest control company amongst all the villages and enclaves, and they had to catch a required number of “nuisances” each day or risk a cut in credits. They were currently assigned to clearing the fields located to the west of Village Twelve, their home village.
They weren’t making a killing doing this, but it bought food and paid the mortgage - and it allowed them to remain independent. They liked this job a whole lot better than the first one they’d had working at a flower shop in the market district in their village.
Jade carried all of the gear needed for the job and operated the lure that brought the pest close enough to grab, and she bagged the perp once it was caught.
Tally did most of the grabbing, being careful not to bite or hurt them since they had to keep them alive and relatively unscathed. Sometimes - if she were close, and providing she moved fast enough - she would make the catch.
Unfortunately, that was what led to her slipping. She’d moved too fast and couldn’t get traction on the wet grass. Tally had to chase that one down after she fell. Not that he minded the chase. In fact, he rather enjoyed it, and he was exceptionally good at it.
Even with the Change, not all ex-pets could resist gobbling up a pest or two in the heat of the moment. He never did that. He handled the small creatures with gentleness, though he did scare them up a little - just to hold them still until she got them caged. The little pains-in-the-neck got over it.
Jade still had that last delinquent, a tiny vole, in one of her pest cages. She decided to store it in the stasis chamber inside the rest station rather than lug it with them, or take it back to the other side of the wheat field where their other little outlaws were already stashed in a chamber.
They opted to leave the cart and pick it up on the way back.
Too bad we can’t use the cart to ride to the next rest station, she mused.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t built to carry Humans. It could easily have carried Tally, but he would never have deigned to ride while she walked. Besides, it was slow and hard to maneuver.
She sighed. I sure will be thrilled when we’ve moved up in status enough to rate one of those little evolved hover-rovers the company has. She couldn’t drive one of those, but Tally was good at operating evolved vehicles.
It was a Cat thing.
******
Ten minutes of hiking brought them to the next rest station.
Jade shrugged and went in. She sniffed the air, but the only thing she smelled was a fading whiff of some familiar odor she couldn’t quite place. It didn’t smell bad to her, but then her nose wasn’t nearly as sensitive as Tally’s. Thinking about it, she realized it was just the chemical used to disinfect the facility. Apparently, it had recently cleaned itself.
By now, in addition to being thirsty, she was sweaty and - she sniffed herself - unfresh. She went straight to the water dispenser and jabbed at the regulator…and again, no water.
Huh? She stood there in disbelief. This just didn’t happen. Okay, so maybe one could be out of order, but two?… at the same time? In all her time with the company, she’d never heard of that happening.
She trudged wearily to the back of the station to check the shower for functionality but had a sinking feeling about it. The one at the first station hadn’t worked, but just to be sure, she went over and pushed the lever down - and no water there, either.
She slumped and plopped down heavily on the built-in bench beside the shower, setting her pack beside her. Propping her elbows on her knees, she ran a hand through her short, frizzy, sweaty hair.
She was hot, thirsty, tired, and still no water. They had wasted their time coming here. They would have to go back to the camp anyway, and by the time they got there and reported the outages, it would be too late to do any more work today.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall. Shards. She was glad they already had their quota, but she wanted more.
For the first time since they started working in this area, they were close to the number of catches needed for the bonus. Two more! Just two more were all they needed. She slapped the wall in frustration, leaning forward again. She’d been anticipating that extra pay - she had her eye on this new outfit…
I’ll bet Reece would like to see me in that.
She and Reece had a date planned for the next weekend. They were going dancing, and she really loved to dance. But she needed that bonus to get the outfit, and now…
Her thoughts grew sour. Crap. Well, no point in sitting here staring at my dirty work boots.
She got up, maneuvered the pack onto her back, re-slung the empty water pouch, and headed for the exit just as Tally slid through the door.
“Thought you didn’t appreciate the smell in here,” she said testily. She stopped, immediately regretting being so snippy; this wasn’t Tally’s fault. “Sorry, didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just that the water doesn’t work here either, and I’m thirsty, I’m tired, I’m dirty, and I’m a little… cranky.” She sighed, resigned. “We’re going to have to go back to camp.”
Tally, who was used to her being a grouch when she got frustrated, shrugged. He wrinkled his nose and snickered.
Ignoring the “stink” jab - after all, she did smell less than delightful - she thought: Yes!
Puri-tabs were a part of the supplies she carried with her every day. They were standard, along with the first-aid kit that all pest catchers - nuisance apprehenders - carried in their packs. She had never actually used the puri-tabs, but she knew how, and they were one of the items that had to remain with them at all times. It was the major reason she’d lugged the pack with her.
“All right!” She strode out the door, glad that, this time, she had followed regulations. She felt much better. “Lead the way, partner. Maybe we can still make the bonus.” She was already visualizing how good she was going to look in that cute outfit.
They headed briskly down the pathway leading from the station to the road.
Within a few minutes, Tally paused. He sniffed the air.
Jade jogged heavy-footed after him. Suddenly, he stopped short.
Jade clomped up beside him, breathing heavily. She sucked in a breath. “What’s the matter?” The pack was beginning to feel like a load of quana wood on her back. She briefly wished she’d brought the hover-cart after all, just to carry the stupid pack. Nah, would’ve slowed us down… should have just left the thing and stuck the first-aid kit and puri-tabs in my pockets.
Tally swung his head slowly from side to side, eyes narrowing.
They saw it at the same time. A Dim Spot. The trees had a light, grainy haze, and Jade could smell a faint aroma of almonds - verifying there was, indeed, a Spot in front of them.
Disgust and exasperation ran through her. Shards! We just can’t catch a break this afternoon.
There was always a chance of running into one of those things this close to the edge of the Dome, but this was the first one they’d seen since coming to this area six months ago. They always stayed as far from the edge as they could since getting too close is what brought them out. They must have ranged closer than she thought.
The image of the cute outfit flapped away. There was no known way through a Spot, and since the water source was beyond it, they might as well turn around and head back to camp now. Before she got any thirstier. Or grubbier. And crabbier.
Her peevish thought was, Reece will just have to put up with my old green and white tunic, though, I probably should dress down for him anyway. He was getting harder to hold off. She sighed. She knew what Reece wanted, and though she liked him, she just wasn’t ready to take that step yet.
Tally was puzzled.
She reassured him. “Not your fault Tally, you couldn’t have known. Besides, I think you may have been put off by the scent at the rest station. I’m impressed you could even smell the water, let alone the almonds. You know how faint that aroma is. Anyway, who knew we would find a Spot here. Come on, it’s getting late. We need to get back before we have to call for a ride.” She winced at that thought. That would take a bite out of their credits: she’d never be able to get that outfit.
