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A BLUE SHORT STORY

Quiet sneaky steps were taken near the harbor at the docking area.The tall lift towers had gotten their share of the cold and moist morning six. It was a refreshing yet disgusting Monday morning. The workers who looked like small insects were piling up new metal panels for the ships hull. It looked unbearable from this short distance and I bet the workers didn't enjoy the stinging cold that came from the metal. The moist in those panels was something you wouldn't want to put your feet in.

I John Whistler was ducking here behind the rusty garbage piles. I had come here two o' clock in the night after I had gotten a tip from my old comrate Michael Crichton who is one crazy mother fucker. He gets his information from the post modernists people whom he finds from those small cult bars deeper in the old city. Nothing had happened here yet. How the hell had these little time steel dealers come to oppose my boss. They couldn't have been so stupid as to think that the R.R. Investment Co would look light-eyed to all the business that was slipping through their hands. Big corporations never miss opportunities like this and specially not my R.R.Co. I checked my power charge, there were 2 full packs and 50 shots ready, waiting to come out of the titan barrel. Shit, again I had forgotten how important it is to have a vinyl slasher with you, no matter what baby. I lit a cigarette, inhaled, exhaled with relaxed ease. Nah whatta hell I've been in some more shitty situations back in the old days when Mouser was leading the corporation. The hell with fear and everyone! It was time for action.

In the southwest sector:

On the other side of the street, right there at the corner of the pharmacy you know. Anna Kurlova stretches her hand behind her head and ties a silky loop over her blond hair. Another night has passed, a sweaty trip on the wooden boat about the sour deep of the ocean: On the double bed large enough for three sex maniacs in an apartment for one. That Fucking hell half nigger Henrique left me again to this horrible so-called apartment thought Anna. Her husband has once again left to take part in that cursed mission with his friend John Whistler, and yet with them had joined that nasty old health inspector Michael Chrichton! That brick who tries to claw the neighbor's cat. That weird cat has gotten into Michael's head way too much. It is a red haired fuzz ball some species that which name I don't know, my feeling is similar to my disinterest in birds. Anna had hardly had the time to think about her suffering when she heard something from the hallway... It was huge graceful, almost animal like laughing that might be coming from a group the size of even twenty male humans! These people were clearly very incapable of group singing; Anyway what was possible to make out from this insult of a song. Group singing, thought as a common man, demands certain discipline team play of a kind.

What, what's happening, was all Anna managed to think, keeping her alarming hurry for the use of bathroom inside her. A key turned clockwise in the lock. It made the door ready for opening, and it was opened quickly yet with dignity. A most confusing sight opened before Anna's eyes: About twenty large men who all wore similar looking working suits emerged inside her apartment. Quickly counted the amount of these partly bearded men seemed to be nearing... TOO MUCH! -Moving firm Aventux at your service, they pronounced all at once. It seemed that Anna's morning had been given into the hands of these moving men and to the worker stench that came with the package. Misunderstanding was scorching the lower part of Anna's stomach making her tremble, and the pain was sufficating.

At the docks:

A car came through the gates. It was a red Chewrolet just like the one in that Taffel Chips advert, the advert that was shown in monitors in Centauri in the mid 80's. It was painfully quiet. I was nervous, the adrenaline made me feel every single muscle in my body. It won't be too long now, I thought. A few seconds passed. That god damn! John made his move, he came from behind those garbage piles. I watched as John jumped actually pretty skillfully a full forward loop very high in the air, using his Giro antigravity shoes, landing well, right on the hood of the truck. Oh man that damn Whistler boy forgot the plan again, we were supposed to wait until Henrique got his bombs away (they just don't appreciate Joona's explosion theory anymore, no beauty in the business nowadays). In the second that had passed I had already pulled my own iron out in the open, it felt sure but a little moist and cold in my left hand. I have always, well not 'Always' always but for a long time now thought that just forget you're vulnerable and you'll do fine -hey I'm a business man anyway, come on. The volume didn't actually rise too high, few explotions and some shooting, they faded away pretty quickly in the recycled open air.

In that turn uncomprehendable, Anna at last catches her understanding of the recent events of John's dull and rotting philosophy of life. What's the meaning of this, she asks unnervingly. - We got our orders, came here to take your things, says one of the men loudly his voice showing some dust from recent laughing. - No wait a minute boys! She cries out lifting her sugar like blond hair towards the skies. Em I'm very surprised you're here boys, and I don't actually know what's going on. - Mr. Henrique insists that we come early on this Friday morning as you can see, pronounces this same gentleman, who has some blue color in his eyebrows. Let's take one of the new ones. (the word NEW he pronounces maniacly and grins mystically, think what ever you want of it). - Ew, ok then, muttered Anna and wishes to change her clothes before the men could even spell stair step. - A moment please; Anna says in under a nano second and ran all hell loose to the bedroom, which had once been a group tent for ten army soldiers.

Out on the balcony in the blue light emitting from the light panels above, a sight opens downwards to the street where the morning's lithium glow starts forming on the surface, it was old technology developed by the legendary architect Sami Leppänen.

As Anna was changing her almost naked body into a latex cown and to an astonishing magenta shirt that was very exposing the moving men were sweating some more and muttering soundlessly about the sick place they had gotten into.

Meanwhile at the docks:

John and Michael had injured two workers slightly, the two tanned middle aged men were first of pretty angry but after getting some money they had come to see all this as an opportunity. They figured out that injury counts as free money, a few weeks of lying in bed in a hospital getting double pay doesn’t sound too bad for one who hates his job. If the workers had come to oppose us they’d made a terrible choice; Michael is one sadistic lunatic he likes to play with his enemies in a way tigers play with their catch. John was called the whistler back in Mouser’s time, he was mixed up from aggressive virtua trips the hard ones, some of that rage never came out of his brains after the memory wipe five years ago.

Anyway I never made it to take part on the whole charge. I was too busy preparing the PO3 energy charger bomb in the warehouse. When I heard the shots from the loading yard I once again cursed these stupid people and my damn job. This day will change so much. It’s all a question of timing and how it goes with Anna, she is trouble I know that but I’d never be able to live without her. She is the thing that keeps me in my senses, my head clear and ready. Well we dealt the workers with money, gave away their months pay worth of credits, how could they have any loyalty to the firm anyway. I went to pay the workers they were pretty thankful and even offered me a cigarette. All the time we spend at the docks my mind was drifting in the recent future, what would happen when we came to the Scandinavian district with our Green steel cargo. I’ve waited a long time to finally pay back to Billy Ratchild the foreman of the R.R.Co, I’m gonna pay him back with blood. With this unimaginably expensive Green steel I’ll be able to hurt their business real good, and after my buddies are through with their tactics in shares the R.R will be spick and span back on the street again where they belong. Anyway we’re to leave the docks in all Gods peace and drive eastwards. After a while I’m going to have to betray John.

- Well fuck Henrique, even if you happen to be the boss it don’t mean you have to leave all the stinkin work for us, come on. - Huh, excuse me, well it wont take long now Michael (the fuck it will I just won’t loose it with you this time you fucking cockroach I’ll just keep smiling, I raged in my mind)

I went to finish loading the truck. I felt surprisingly lazy as if I wouldn’t care how the abduction would go. Ever since Billy Ratchild murdered my brother to show the name of the game for R.R’ s competition, I’ve furiously prepared my day of revenge. Now I have this opportunity and I let my people take a crab at me and I’m out of touch. I shook myself awake, No now it’s time to release it all back.

- John you drive, take the Europe drive south and be cool we have all the necessary permits.

And we were off.