I turn around, it's the manager of the bank, at least that is what her tag says,
accompanied by 2 though looking guards we walk towards the office,
ofcourse I logged out first, would be stupid if I let it running.
The room was dark, as soon as we entered the lights flicker on, the bright fluorescent light brings a dark look on everything,
The office was nice and tidy, That as would you would expect of a manager.
We sit down and she smiles to me.
Mr. mac Millan, she spoke while looking at her tablet and to me. It has been a long time since your last deposit on this account,
I know business must be hard these days, but not making a deposit or taking from it in years is suspicious,
sir, I hope I'm not being rude.
It's oke I said, I don't want to wander into details and such, but let's say I have been pre-occupied since the last deposit.
Normally I would not be telling these people the whole truth, now I did that again half.
You see miss,..I look at her tag, Donahue, mrs she promptly replied, my bad,
my business have been taken a new course and I want to withdraw some
small ammount of my account here, could you help me with that?
yes? transfer it to this neural net account and remove any record of doing so.
she nodded and I while keeping an eye on her, walk outward, back to the with rain filled outdoors...
It's raining again, I do wonder how much rain is considered normal here,
in my opinion too much, much too much, as I walk to the subway station
along with hundreds of other folk, I think of myself, hopefully this interview will go alright.
'Hello good morning New London, this is Jack Johnson of Radio New london, *scatchy and funny sounds on the back ground* time now is oh eight hundred,
and it's time for your eight o'clock news update, over to you kate, *small cough*
Good morning to you aswell, Last night a passenger liner from New york arrived here at New london docks,
it has been said that it had several ambushes along the way, Captain of the liner claims it was a molly attack,
when will those terrorists put to jail, police officer james horton tells us more......
the sqreetching sound of the train arriving at the platform made my mind of the radio, I step in and look around for a seat,
hmm I grump, that be a standing seat. The office of Bowex wasn't that far,
luckily for me it cleared and the building looked sharp in the wet streets of this section on Nua London. the porter nodded friendly at me as I walk in, the secretary behind the desk greeted me warmly,
I'm here for an interview with the trade department, name is Andy...mac'Millan..
She looks up and then continues looking down on her screen,
as if I was nothing more then a disturbance in her attention to that screen.
After a brief moment she looks up again and tells me to sit over there,
I was too early, they will pick me up she said...
As I take a seat I look around me, holographic images on the wall looping how great Bowex is,
Most impressive is the row of relatively large paintings of all previous CEO's, these men, some ruled long other very brief
and those others in between that.
Mister..eurh, mac'Millan?...I look up, he must be an arrend-boy I think, please follow me, they are ready for you the guy stotters,
I follow him up several stories via the glass elevator, ofcourse it is glass,
that looks fancy, and all great corporation must have such to impress their employees, Call me strange or economic,
But I say it's a waste of money.
I sigh softly, wrenching those thoughts. we're here, you can enter......
It was a long conversation,detailed questions such as; How I see myself in 5 years from now, Why Bowex,
My experience and such...they looked promising, yet they sended me home
awaiting their call, usually this means no good, but I had a good feeling.
The walk home was long, but satisfying, for a moment no rain
and everyone looked happier then before, it was like those people on this side of the planet
took some synthetic drugs or what.
continuing my route home I bumped into an older looking man, scarred with life
they would say, we both briefly look each other in the eyes, just as I was about to say sorry with my soft accent,
but the fear in his eyes made him say sorrry to me instead, aswell as don't hurt me again......
I opened the garage bay I parked this little thing, parked it there just in case,
you know, those past days in 'Nua Geata' it took me a while to get me out of that pitt of darkness,
suicide rates that would make the average emo kid jealous,
yet I survived, jus'loik this lil' clyde! I almost shouted.
As I dust it off the clyde I see the vivid colours of my past, well
more like the lack of paint on it, plasma and taychon damage on the surface
dents of asteroid hits, the smell of blood and other dead things,
time to scrape of this paint, recoat it, ofcourse in the appropiate colours...
the clyde zooms back in action, the core stabilizes and starts using fuel again,
I walk along the ship to check for deficiencies and filled in my checklist,
hmmm, where should I sell my 'salvaged' shiners nowadays......
As I land with the clyde in the port on the north-east quadrant of Neu Berlin,
unloading the cargo, refueling my ship and private fuel, I couldn't help noticing
someone out of place here, he wasn't rheinlandic of origin for sure, heck he looks even bretonian...
There he is, the big shot, mister Andy, many rumours hang around him, but not all are true, or are they.
Shut it Liam, you know what to do, yes I do,
just give him this package and thats all, yes, wait am I discussing with meself again...yes...
You! as I punch him in the face, what the heck are ye frokking doing here, bloody hell! as the swearing continuous he crawls back up after the punch, rubbing his right cheek, sore of pain... here he said, holding up a small disc.......
I grabbed the disc out of his hands, partly confused about what to do
in the current situation, normally people like him would've been shot
just because of this....
The disc zooms as the computer checks the content,
no viruses, malware, trojans, heck not even adult content, however
it does contain some files, better said lists, names, thousands of names
dead, wanted or remarkably alive..
AM I DEAD? I shout in rage towards 'my old friend' do I look dead to you?
should I just kill meself roight here in plain soight just so that the list is correct??
or should I kill you! He starts to mumble, while looking into my plasma handheld rifle,
its from the republic......
Months have passed, money earned and spend,
time is relative they say, when yer having fun it flies,
when not it's not, yet the feeling of pulling the trigger on rookies,
I don't know, is it wrong? or did they had lack of training.
My secretary, young blond, green eyes and recently
finished law-school entered my office, Sir, we got several damage reports
after pirate attacks within Bretonia aswell as outside the realm,
the board wants you to explain this.
I nodded and looked at the files randomly,
Molly, Sair, independant, Molly, Molly, always mollys, the deal with *holds his breath*
BMM is profitable, but these atacks...
While I walked towards the conference room on the 24th floor,
with the magnificent view to another high end office tower,
I thought to myself, how should I explain that this isn't something
I myself could change, the only way is to have more police force
or naval force on the routes,
my chain of thoughts was broken when a clerk came up to me,
holding a note, that we had some communication from a molly terrorist, and he mentioned my name,
well the JEO mentioned it. who was he, and what does he want....
I opened the door to the conference room and half of the board was already there,
chatting the regular nonsense about the always drizzling weather here,
that they liked it better at their second homes in Cortez, 49 or Munich...
I sighed.
My presumed dead brother contacted the very thing I work for,
how the hell would he know where I am, is this some sort of joke,
my close friend here at bowex placed a bounty on his head,
he told me he demanded his clyde back, that was mine.
That molly backstabbing brother of me must be dead,
he was sentenced for murder in Rheinland, I assured that!
was he the one that put me on Nua gate?
I must avoid this conflict, best to keep away from the Dublin system,
he was spotted there several days ago..