chapter 6

The doors slide open, and honestly just like the last time I was here. The scene before me… filled me with disgust. The putrid stench of smoke, and other unsavory drugs loomed in the air.

I wondered why someone so notable would surround themselves with this bunch of degenerates.

"Haha As I said look at his face twisted in disgust, there's no denying it kid."

Her voice was low and groggy. Giving me the feeling that merely talking was stressful. Though I realized that I needed to immediately fix my sour face, yet just as quickly I asked myself

"how could she see me?" A figure that remained just a voice to me.

"Miss Jackel…?"

I called out not knowing where this would all lead to. Honestly, I didn't have a clue on what to say. When I first arrived here all I said was what I wanted and all she did was tell me the cost… I agreed then left, to continue the rest of my plan.

"Yes? … honestly young man. You called me and said you had the credits, so let's start there."

Without much thought I walked over, pulling out my phone I selected 10 thousand credits, placing my phone up against the cash register like machine. And just like that I paid my debt to her.

I stood there for some time… Honestly the worst possible outcome crossed my mind.

The thought that I'd just be killed was once a distant, far away painting illuminated in the recesses of my mind. But now raced toward me, like a fool I stood, unmoving every movement in the room sent ripples through my body.

"This way."

Said the large man, brushing past me. He walked towards a door that read "do not enter". An ominous red light seeped through the thick glass door, obscured by smoke.

He gave the door a series of knocks, then looked into what I could only assume was a camera, the door slides open. Inside were a few men and women. All of whom were old and to my knowledge nearing death.

"At last, he comes, a busy man you've been. I've been told you run around, illegally traveling to different sectors conducting a particular kind of "business". A dangerous one indeed."

Just as I walked into the room, against my will I find my eyes darting around looking desperately searching to see my prize.

There I thought glaring at 12 "Hi-torr" crystals, the dazzling blue vaporous light leaving the small crystals, placed a trance upon my mind. The my first and only thought was just how absurd it was for there to be Hi-torr crystals in any of the sectors.

"We'll take your prize; you have fought tooth and nail just for this…"

Just as she said that I rushed towards the crystals all the planning I've done all the work I've put in everything was for this moment.

A devilish smile of greed plastered all over my face, staring up at miss Jackel's small in frame wearing a light pink dressed, for someone so dangerous she never shied away from looking girlish. With lazy eyes she watched me with a sense of curiosity on her face.

Having examined the crystals and placing them in a cooling container which I purchased from miss Jackel I made my way to the fat man's house, where Oliver and I agreed to meet. Not before stopping at my house to grab the data which had been completely downloaded onto the flash drive, I had preparade.

The drive was filled with dread and a persisting numbness. "Everything starts now" I think to myself…. Everything…. The city fell to the background of my mind, the barrels lit aflame created a nearly masking smoke on the streets of sector 5, so many laid slumped upon the streets, were they dead or alive I wouldn't know.

The drive took me away from these scenes of a decaying society.

Pulling into the driveway of the "fat mans" house was always a strange experience; he was strangely a well-off man. Living in a large semi mansion like home. His neighborhood had similar homes, greatly spaced out giving the area this anti-social feel to it. Like you could go weeks without seeing anyone.

When I got there, I noticed the motorcycle of Oliver, parked outside.

Walking in the place was bare like always we had sold everything was possible could from here. Walking down to the basement I noticed Oliver typing something on his laptop.

"Here" I said throwing the flash drive to him.

"Long night. Hah I'm surprised to see you."

"Funny weird enough it wasn't so bad… so do we have what we need?"

He didn't respond, after plugging the flash drive into the computer he put in a few codes and did some other computer stuff… while he was doing that, I was working on the second most important task. The design wasn't originally mine but I found it searching on the dark web, the designer "you're stuff toy" didn't think it was possible to make, due to the sector restrains but it was just what I needed.

It strange creation, with a thick steal inner plating, with an even thicker rubber exterior the false plasma gun, was a thing of beauty. With six cartilage spots in stalled, each kept at negative 100 degrees, allowed for the Hi-torr crystals to be completely frozen while loaded into the gun then sliced into six slices and shot out, while in the barrel the slice of Hi-torr crystal is reheated and released as an intense circle of pure heat.

And now I had everything needed to make it work.

An hour or passed and then he shot up. From his excitement I could tell it was done. Walking over all I saw were odd dots on a black background.

"What is it? Did we get fucked over?"

"Nah this is it; this is every move the military makes. Where they station each squad down to individual soldiers. With this you'll be able to avoid them easily."

Everything's in place now, I guess it's time I tell you what were doing and where this all started… well it started...