CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: BOJACK-FADE TO BLACK
Zarbon
regained consciousness, signaling that his little bout in the Regen tank was over. He tapped at the glass to alert the doctor, just in case the little greenish twerp somehow
missed the ear-shattering beeping sound that signaled a completed healing
cycle.
Secretly, Zarbon
always wanted to just blast his way out of one of these tanks someday, spilling
shards of plastic glass and healing fluid everywhere. He believed that, deep
down, it was everyone’s secret dream. However, if he did that he would have to
pay for the tank out of his salary, not including all the ruined medical
equipment in the room. So, Zarbon simply waited for
the doctor to open up the tank and let him out.
Zarbon
dried himself, and his clothes with his ki. He smiled
at the fact that the doctors had complied to his request to give him some
clothes when they put him in the tank. He remembered the last time he was in a Regen tank, and it wasn’t very pretty.
Both Sauzaa
and Salad, the only two of the people involved in the mishap earlier that day
(although Sauzaa, as one of the three Elite’s, got to
spend about five minutes in the VIP tank), both looked up at him. Salad ran
into his arms. Neither one said anything. Sauzaa
smiled at them. They were so happy together. Zarbon
looked up.
“Where’s Zangya?”
Sauzaa shook his head.
“Still healing in
a tank. Where else?”
“Oh.
I thought that I was more seriously injured.”
“You
regained consciousness before you got here, remember? She didn’t.”
“She
was only hit once. I was battered.”
Sauzaa rolled his eyes. “She might have only been hit once,
but Bojack was the one hitting her, remember? The
blast nearly tore her right arm off.”
Salad
hugged Zarbon harder.
“Oh,
Zarbon, when she heals, you two are wanted at the
palace.”
Zarbon nodded. He had a feeling of what King Cold was going
to say, and he almost hoped that Zangya would take
longer to recover.
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Bojack relaxed as he laid down on
his stomach, clad in a towel, waiting for the supposed “Massage Therapists” to
come in. The idiots were late again. They always were. He fancied that they had
to draw straws or something to force someone to come in and attend to him. He
heard his beeper go off, buried in his pile of clothes in the corner. Bojack decided to let it go off. If whoever was calling had
a good reason to try to contact him, he could do it again later. But, what if
it was...
The
door opened as one of the so-called “Massage Therapists”came
into the room. She did not look happy. Bojack looked
over his shoulder, then sighed. She wasn’t very
attractive. Well, there goes TODAY’S project. Darn, and after he had that little
bit of trouble, too. As much as he enjoyed fighting, it always bored Bojack to death. That was why he came here. Most people of
his caliber would have gone to a brothel, but Bojack
preferred it if they were unwilling when he took them. Precisely
his reason for choosing Zangya.
Here
was a girl, no family, no friends, no life. She had just lost her job, and
really was destined to be little more than street trash. But she had two things
that Bojack liked: Fighting potential and a hot body,
and not necessarily in that order. She was the perfect target. And she lasted
for ten years, too! A new record! Usually Bojack’s
toys broke after a few months, three years at the most, but he genuinely liked Zangya. She took what you gave her and somehow survived in
spite of it. And she was so gullible, too. Bojack
noticed her potential for fighting early, which was why he had drafted her into
his group. He had kept her fighting power at a minimum, though, just in case
she ever decided that she wasn’t going to take it anymore. Yes, she certainly
was the best of all his little “pets.”Oh, yes...
“Mr.
Bojack, your com-link is beeping.”
The
massage therapist snapped him out of his little moment of recollection, holding
the communicator in front of his face. Miraculously, it was still going off. He
snatched it out of the girl’s hands and motioned for her to start.
“Bojack” came a deep and powerful
voice from the other end, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Beads
of sweat formed on Bojack’s brow as he realized who
this was. It was Him...
He
turned his head over toward the girl. “Get out of here!” he snapped. She
started, bowed, and ran out of the room, smiling the entire time. He put the
com-link back to his ear. “What is it, My Lord?” he asked in what was probably
the closest he could ever come to sounding respectful. He only did this because
he valued his life.
“You
have acted very...unwisely,” came the voice form the other end. “You know very
well why I told you to stay here and keep a low profile.”
Bojack rolled his eyes. “Yes, I know. You want to keep
those idiots on a wild-goose chase for as long as possible to divert the public
eye from any of your plans. You do know that they’re not exactly well-known,
don’t you?”
“That
does not matter,” his employer said, excusing Bojack’s
lack of formality, “What matters is that you keep them running around
randomly.”
“Why
don’t I just kill them and save all the trouble?”
“Because
they have friends in very high places, or specifically, Zarbon
does. If you kill them, Sauzaa will definitely pick
up where his predecessor had left off. And whether he lives or dies then, all
eyes will be turned on him. We can’t risk that.”
Bojack paused. He knew the man was right. “Then what do you
want me to do about it?”
“Hide
out, completely. I have some contacts who will be
willing to keep you and your men out of anyone’s field of vision, with all the
creature comforts that you’re used to.”
“And what about the amount of money that I’ll lose while hiding
away?”
“Considering
that I could just kill you and be done with it, I don’t think that a few
credits lost should mean anything. However, I am willing to pay you a generous
amount for as long as you are with us.” Bojack
grinned.
“It’s
as good as done.” he hung up. Outside, the poor girl who had thought that she
was free and clear of Bojack learned otherwise when
she heard his voice calling for her to return. She resigned herself to her fate
and went back in. Some things you just couldn’t fight.
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