Life without Love, Money or Freedom - A working biography on Pygmy of XA

[Evo]

Following Paul down winding corridors which appear to be just a tap with a pencil away from crumbling, I wonder what such a huge man of standing in the criminal organization responsible for the most foreign deaths in Liberty will be like. Paul walks along kicking pebbles and pieces of rock down the hall as he goes.

After what seems forever passing various living quarters, storage rooms and securely padlocked doors we arrive to a large door. The familiar red and black symbol of a snake curled up followed by the words "Serpentis Wing" covers the door. Paul nods to me silently, knocking on the door and retreating down the hall to where he came from. I tap my foot impatiently, glancing behind me until a booming voice yells out through the door "'O the hell's this?"

The voice startled me and I take a step back, pausing and yelling back "It's, uhm, Frank. I'm here to ah.. interview Mr. Pygmy." For a second or two, nothing but silence is heard. Then an audible grunt, and what seems like an eternity of various bolts and locks sliding back. Finally the door opens and a surprisingly clean well built man with one of those huge bushy beards mountain men had back on Sol sizes me up. I fidget a little, intimidated by the large man. He stares at me, sighing. "Ya gonna come in or jus' sit there fidgetin'?" I nod slowly, stepping inside and he shuts the door behind me.

Probably something around 30 locks cover the entire door. Somehow the man manages to shut them all pretty quickly, must've been practicing for a long while. I glance around the room, it looks like a million credit a night hotel in comparison to the earlier rooms I passed through. Some children are playing in the corner with some strange purple rocks. Tossing them at the wall repeatedly it seems like they're playing a game to see who can break one first.

The well built man nudges me, nearly knocking me over. "You bring your paperwork?" I pause, trying to think about what he could mean then I remember and quickly take out some pieces of parchment folded in my back pocket. I hand them over to him, nodding. "Birth certificate, proof of citizenship, proof I've lived here all my life. It's all there." Suddenly a loud shattering noise rings through the room and I whip my head over to see what's happened. It seems like they finally broke one of the purple rocks and managed to cut themselves at the same time as crying slowly erupts. Hurriedly a woman rushes out of an adjacent room and ushers the children into the room she came out of, scolding them. "What did I tell you about playing with the artifacts?! No dessert for two weeks. Get your butts in here." During this entire situation the man doesn't even glance over to see what's going on. He thumbs through the papers, coughing or grunting occasionally.

After a long delay, he nods. "You're good. Up the stairs, last door on the right." He pauses, glaring at me and adding "Don't go exploring if you know what's good for you." I quickly nod, take my papers and hurry up the stairs following his instructions to the letter. Arriving at the door, I knock three times lightly. No response. I knock a bit harder. Still no response. "Ya got some nuts or what boy? Knock like a damn man." I cough nervously, knocking hard enough to bruise my knuckles and a chuckle roars out of the room. "Feheheheheh. Alrighty then boy-o, come on in." I open the door slowly, slipping in and shutting it behind me.

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