Sci-Fi fantasy. Set in the future on Earth. Local scenes.
“We should go there again.” Ted said completely ignoring the situation.
“Only if they have hourly rates. I’m getting tired of paying full nights when we don’t stay for more than a couple hours.” J retorted.
“What do you care? It’s company expenses….. Right?” Ted
“If I told you it comes out of your pocket, would you believe me?” J asked.
“No.” Ted
“Good. Now shut up and move that cerebe’ out the bathroom window.”
I looked out onto a rain drenched sidewalk about 16 feet down. There, a lady with a black umbrella and rain jacket, walked by with a small dog of some kind. Little did she know what was going on in the rundown motel.
“J!! It’s gonna make a mess dropping from this height onto concrete!” Ted yelled, as if everyone should know what they were doing.
“Damn it Ted! What the fuck?! Keep it down… You want everybody to know we’re transporting cerebe’s here?” J.
“But it’s company…” Ted was cutoff mid sentence.
“Business… How did I know your dumb-ass was gonna say that? It doesn’t mean it’s legal. Use the fuckin’ grave harness I handed you earlier.” J
“Oh…. Right.” Ted
“Now, make sure the body is tight in that harness and lower the thing-thing down into the trunk of the car. I can move the car forward or back from here.” J explained.
Ted slowly lowers the black mass into the trunk of the car. Little did he know his contract would be up as soon as the body hit the floorboard, the trunk closed and the car rolled out of sight.
Ted said “Cool. That was an easy fiver” turned just in time to take 2 rounds to the eye sockets.
J turned and briskly walked to the door of the room and walked out towards the manager’s office.
As J drew closer to the little trailer-home-turned-office; he could see a young man watching low grade porn on a 3D holo-projector. The door was locked.
J knocked politely. The man started and then calmed himself, eased out his chair, smirked and walked towards J’s inviting smile. The man unlocked the door. As he opened the door he asked “Is there something I can do for you….” He clutched his hands to his ears and fell to the floor. Trying to scream but, unable to even breathe. Face aghast with eye-popping terror.
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