“Hey Talon, what are you
doing here?” Marty was one of the cooler guys he worked with. He didn’t
talk down to Talon, just because he was a lowly dishwasher and Marty was
a chief. “I thought you had tonight off?”
“Oh, I think I left my
Personal here,” he lied. Talon didn’t even have enough money to own a
personal, which these days meant his dating pool was pretty narrow.
“Well, the lost and found is near the register.” That was what he was hoping Marty would say.
Hurrying through the busy
kitchen, he dodged plates and conversations. He saw a stray steak knife
and tucked it into his back pocket. It wasn’t too big, but it could
come in handy.
Making it to the front,
he dropped behind the counter. Sassy was working, which he couldn’t
decide was lucky or not. He had a hard enough time talking to her
normally, but tonight, he was already feeling like his pulse rate had
doubled.
The thought that he had
eaten a steak of human flesh splattered across his mind. Did it somehow
make him different? Could it scar you? He tried to push such feelings
away. There would be plenty of time to ruminate on that horror later.
Right now, he just had to make sure he had a later.
Attempting to push his
tangled thoughts aside, he moved in behind her, waiting. There were
worse places to be. Wearing the skintight Chinese dress did what it was
supposed to do and graced her thin figure exquisitely. The scarlet dress
matched her heels as well as her lips. She had a short blonde gloss
cut, which belled out just over her hairline. Luminescent light blue
eyes finished the look.
Sassy selected from the
cream of the available undercrusties, and sometimes men who weren’t so
available. She was way out of his league, even though they were of an
age. This didn’t keep her from being decent to him and they joked around
as much as he could manage.
Turning to face him, she smiled, “hi there Talon, just can’t stay away from the fun?”
“You got me pegged, I can’t hang here next to you while I’m not the clock, so I have to come in off shift for the privilege.“
He might have almost brought some color to her cheeks, and she eyed him slyly, but then quickly said, “Why are you really here?”
“I think I might have left my Personal here?”
“Really, I didn’t know you had one.” throwing her hip out slightly, she eyed him strongly.
“Why do you want my number?”
“Maybe,” she pointed a
scarlet fingernail towards a haggard yellow box that sat under the
counter. “There is the lost and found. If you see a pair of amber
earrings let me know.”
Talon was trying to kill
time. He had to stay behind the counter as long as possible. Minutes
dragged until he had spent enough of them to search the box three times.
“You know that if you lost it here, some scratch would swipe it anyway,” she said from behind him.
Holding up some thick red winter gloves, “here, how about these? They match your dress?”
“Hilarious. If I didn’t now better, I’d say you were lingering down there to check out my legs.”
“Man, I should have
thought of that.” He was trying to joke, but things were wearing thin.
Just then, what he had been waiting for happened. One of the waitresses
came up with a man’s Digi-cred on a plate. Sassy quickly scanned the
number. The number was only on the blue screen for a few seconds, but
Talon jotted down the info on the back of his hand with a pen. Thank you
Brian Whitney, he thought to himself with a secret smile. The digits
disappeared before he could double check that he had gotten the right
number. He had better hope that he had, the entire plan rested on this
data.
After a brief attempt to
part nicely with Sassy, he was on this way. Dashing out into the
stagnant night, heading back to the last place in the world where he
wanted to go.
* * *
“Yeah, he sent me back to
get everyone. There are three people that we got.” Gesturing with his
hands. “We need help, getting them all back.”
Pitch glared at him through squinted eyes. “Why three? Rick knows that we are only supposed to do one at a time.”
“No see that’s the thing.
This is way more than what you guys got before. These three were
smugglers. They had all sorts of stolen electronics. Valuable stuff. We
can bury the bodies if we have to. Who cares?”
Pitch had drawn a black
bladed dagger and was now playing with it while they talked. Talon tried
not to stare at it. “How did you PRs take out three guys from the
majors?”
“Mostly because Rick is a
freak,” he answered. “The guy went sickness. The whole thing happened
under a bridge over the canal. He got two of em’ and I waxed the third
by pushing him over the railing.”
“You waxed a guy?” Pitch didn’t struggle to hide his disbelief.
“Unless he can survive a thirty-foot drop.”
“Come on Pitch,” Stain
was saying, while tugging at his arm. “I’ve always wanted a Ipod. It
would be cool to have a Television here too and make some real money.
RTD is…sick like Talon says. I could see him wasting these guys.”
“I’m still not sure.”
Pointing his dagger straight at Talon’s face, there was now only a foot
of space separating the tip from his eye. “It seems a bit on the, to
good to be true side, for my tastes.” A pause, “why didn’t Rick come
back?”
“Someone had to guard the
gear. He’ll be able to scare any dregs off.” The others were getting
excited and soon Pitch didn’t have much choice.
“Alright you pudwacks,
we’ll check this out and we are all going.” Pointing the dagger at him
still, “and you, we will be keeping a close eye on you.”
“As long as I get my share.”
“Oh, we believe in
sharing everything.” As he spoke these last words the glowing eyes of
the rest of them all focused on Talon. Trying not to shiver, he could
only met their gaze for a moment, before he turned and led them out the
door. Many of them paused to gather up weapons. Not to be outdone, Talon
went to grab a baseball bat. Pitch was faster. He snatched it up and
tossed it to Mucci. The dark skinned youth caught it easily. “No weapons
for you yet. Mucci keep an eye on this PR. If anything goes less then
perfect, keep hitting him until he stops moaning.”
Mucci pushed him forward and the group faded into the streets of New Cluster.
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