The Misplaced Battleship Lure
by Harley Harrison
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.