I spun into a 360 turn as I found myself with no mode of escape with a stand storm behind me and a Claw Breed hunter before I attacked and drew out some knowledge in the deep foggy regions of my mind to help win.
I found a power there and knowledge of a combat technique I had learned from someone once a very long time along. The impulse to act and fight worked as lightning element stroke out from my blade and hit the Claw Breed’s body striking him down and sending him into a deminsional storm. A key of memory unlocked in my mind as I reached for my power and pushed on.
I blasts of sand woke me up from my slumber as I came into back existence of physical mortal form of man. I heard the snarl of a beast. Anger and fear raced inside of me as I got to my feet and faced off against a giant wolf-like creature with intelligence in his wild eyes faced off against me in the desert of a foreign world I notion for where it was or how I had gotten here.
Roin…
It was a whisper in the wind. The name sounded close to but not quite to what I was. I wasn’t mortal I knew that much.
The beast took a step toward me and I formed my weapon of defense in my hand. The ease by which I did the action told me I was warrior of some kind but the fear I still held let me know I was capable of having my existence erased.
Information came to me slowly. My mind felt foggy but I was getting an understanding.
Two bodies lay on the ground. Both had uniform jackets on from the company the missing runner worked at. They lay on the city streets right outside the runner business they both had worked at.
I scanned and examined the bodies with my cybernetic eye to see if they were still alive. Nope. By the looks of their bodies they were quickly fading from body heat signatures and marks of violence on their necks and their brutalized faces someone very strong had killed them easily. They were recently terminated maybe ten minutes ago. Things were getting fucked up by the second with this job.
Valkyrie was in the cruiser calling down the authorities. She had been against it but we needed to cover our bases just in case this case was just a front to get us jammed up in a murder humocide.
We needed to wrap this shit up if we could quickly. I looked around taking in the walking traffic walking by igoring the violence on the street. Assholes in beat up old grounded class cruisers drove by totally indifferent to the scene. It was just another normal working night in the red district.
I needed a fucking cigarette. I couldn’t light up a cheery red just because the assholes in the authorities would get on my ass for fucking up their crime scene. Again, I still felt the eyes of Glassgo’s spy on my ass. He had a report to do for Glassgo to review on me or maybe he was waiting for me to reveal a character flaw to use on me. I wished that old man would find some other underground Solo to fuck with out of bordom.
I looked up as I heard the roar of a cyber bike drew closer. The rider was clad in all black and a shining helmet. He had black mirrored sunglasses on and grim look on his face.
I didn’t have to see his name tag to know who the fuck he was. Judge Bran Rafe. The Authorities number one enforcer and the private hitman of King Gino Fish the leader of the authorities.
I straightened up to my feet as he parked on the side of the street. The man had a presense about him. I saw the massive P9 pulse full auto pistol at his side holster hip gunbelt. I heard rumors he had take off more then a few body parts with that thing.
Rafe stared at me and nodded. “Citizen Xander Onyx-.” He began but paused when I shook my head.
“Correction. Solo agent Xander Onyx. I earned my license from His Majesty Gino Fish. Two weeks ago.” I said and slowly reached in my pocket and presented my detapad screen to him showing him my creditionals and license.
The Judge just took a cursory glance at my creditionals. The vizor on his heltmet scanned me and my paperwork. He nodded his head. “Confirmed. Your information is updated now and filed in the justice computer database. Thank you for calling in the scene with the assistance of your partner. What happened?”
I shook my head. “I’m working a case. We came here looking for information. We found the bodies here. I did a scan on their bodies they were terminated a few minutes ago. No witnesses.”
The Judge grunted taking a look around the area with the few people staring at him in fear. When he looked back at me, I could almost see his elemental fire eyes have a slight glow. “You got till sunrise to find him before I do.”
“Okay. Yes Sir.” I said and turned away as he turned away and started toward a few bystanders who were staring at him in alarm as he approached.
I turned and I headed toward the cruiser where Valkyrie was in the cruiser waiting for me.
Well of course I like to write. I like to do a few things but often times more then anything else I love to read.
I have my personal favorite books, news articles, blog posts and online opinion pieces from writers that have the voice to catch my attention and hold me on every word until out of nowhere one line just makes me laugh ou loud into a series of infinite playlists of lol’s.
I love reading and books. I love women too. I like beautiful women most definitely.
However, I don’t have a definitive thing I’m good at. I have interests but I do think a lot. It’s my thoughts. I find in my own my a place I can go to create my own fun or explore my own imagination. I have long epic novel dreams or weird fantastical story dreamy dreams.
But
for the sake of question. I’ll say I’m good at thinking and finishing the stories I find myself the most focused on.
When I started in my pursuit of life coaching or really applied positive psychology. It’s the the foundational notion that you yourself can take control over your life and decide your own outcomes and success. For some yes, this notion it comes easy. It’s a switch that comes on in their head and idea forms in to a strong enough idea that forms a singe sentence.
Fuck this shit I’m going to change do something with my life because I done thinking like this.
It seems simple enough. But, I wasn’t taught the shit in school. It’s something I had to learn the slow way.
It’s the process of taking control of your mind and self and not just letting your thoughts run rough shot on you. You command your thoughts. You acknowledge this one thing.
You are not your thoughts. You are the thinker of your thoughts.
Thoughts have a wild way of forming into actions and bad habits if you don’t check them at the door with active control to become the driver of your thoughts and controller of your mind.
Thoughts:
Depression. Panic attacks. Resentful. Self doubt and self pity.
These are not only feelings. They can be thoughts or illusions to make you think in a certain way if your not active in your control of your mind.
I stared at the profile picture of the kid and frowned at the D8 at the bottom of the image. I wondered about that as I scrolled down the image to get only a passing few details on the man from his typical hobbies of gaming and racing bikes. Not much else.
“So is this kid a new G.E.H. model or one of the old ones on his last leg?”
Valkyrie was silent.
I looked up see her gaze focused intently focused on the skyway ignoring me. She had heard the question.
I scrolled down the entire file and profile with a flick of my finger on the screen and read the file. No mention on what type of G.E.H he was. In fact no mention he was a G.E.H at all.
“How do you know the kid is a tech born?” Valkyrie asked. “Is it your eye?”
“I just made a guess because of the name. It’s a classification for GEHs. So if he isn’t a G.E.H his pack mother most be one. What I read from the file he’s addicted to attending music concerts and cheery Bomb cigarettes. We can start with interviewing his coworkers at the runner station he works out of to get a feel for his pattern.”
“Are you fucking with me?!” Valkyrie asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
“Your a fucking with me. Be honest. How can you make that thought leap?”
“Focus on the job.” I said.
“Tell me, Damn it.”
I snorted. “It’s the name and his eyes. He looks sixteen but his eyes and name tell me he’s at least maybe in his sixties by human standards but by GEH that would still put him in a youngster category. So what are we doing here Valkyrie? Are we hunting for this kid or just trying to find out where he is.”
Silence met my words. She looked away from me and continued driving. “You find em. I’m going to bag him. You don’t need to do anything else.”
Damn it. I thought she was done with his shit but apparently the price tag or something else was going on here. I saw her shaking her head but she wasn’t looking at me.
“Just leave it. I’m not going to explain and you don’t have to over think it. It’s just one job. Where do we start?”
“I just told you. We start with his friends. They’ll tell us what concert he’s going to or whatever trouble he might or might not be into.”
Frankly I don’t care. What matters most is duty and honor. However, I have my hobbies that define me.
I am not interested in self discovery as
I was in my youth and the raging 20s.
What interests me is thinking. Give me a subject. Give me a problem. Give me a puzzle to solve and my subdued responses too life at times turns over and I find myself tuned into the moment.
My mind fog of boredom and mindless routines dissipates. I am tuned into the moment and my mind is feed and engaged in the question. What is the answer? Or how many answers can I come up with for a viable solution?
I’ve known who I was when I was 16 years old. I spent the rest of the time either fighting it or pretending I didn’t know for some psychological bullshit reason.
I believe half the reason most young dudes don’t know supposedly is because they’re ignoring how they behave and what they say out their own mouth.
I was the same way.
Don’t get me wrong. Life and situations change us in ways and shine a light on some shit we do that makes us change either to adjust to reality or survive. Programming is a real thing. The Public school system is a testimony to that shit. Your programmed to behave in away.
But, at some point you are what the fuck you are and if your not a uncontrollable fucking liar then you know and your turning your eyes away from it because….
In normal every day grind of the day I settle into following orders at a job. I like assignments and knowing what is my part in a organizational body or a business relationship.
Why?
I see it as I signed a contract to fulfill my end of an agreement. I have to do this in exchange the business gives me something of value in exchange for my work and time. Simple one for one.
What can end the business relationship?
1. If however, I do this and you don’t give me what you promised then there is nothing in it for me then fuck you and fuck your contract
2. You get to personal. Listen. Business is business. I’m a disinterested party looking to get some bread and provide some value to a customer. I got a tribe to be personal with my dude. If you (the business) assume a unprofessional (female bullshit) attitude with me then I’m in that mode of making my exit plan.
Outside of work. I don’t follow no man or woman. I go my own way. I like to float ideas some times to my people and figure out my plans but overall I’m going to do what I’m going to do.
It was another quiet beautiful night just right after a series of rainy days that had finally came to a hault. There was a glow about the city after the rain that just made every building glow and give off a dreamy feeling as advertisements for detapad memory require businesses flashed on glass corporate buildings. It was a good night to do some work while enjoying the sights of the city at thebest time of day. It had been two weeks sense the Glassgo job and still I had the feeling the old man was still sore about not getting to kill me as he planned.
Everywhere I went now I could feel the all-seeing-eyes of Glassgo influence and his nosy spies tracking me every night I went out for a job with my sister but still he kept himself and his watchers hidden. I wondered about it only at odd times in between jobs and trying to avoid being caught in the wrong place for a right time to fall onto some bullets or laser blasts to the face at the back end of a smoke house when I went to practice my cherry cigarette chain smoking habit.
Valerie called me a dangerously dumb fool for continuing my habit with an enemy so keen on an opportunity for me to have a happy accident. She was one to talk with her hobby of going on ten to twenty minutes “dates” with mid range advertisement models owned by small time companies.
Glassgo was a strange one tracking a small timer like me. The only reason I could theorize for it was simply Glassgo was either extremely bored or needed me for a job later. If he had boredom, I didn’t give a damn but If he wanted me to work for him I knew working for the purple district king would only get me killed.
I looked up as I saw Valkyrie’s cabbie arriving by air onto the roof top parking space.
I walked over pulling out my piece and waving for her to roll down the sliding window. Valkyrie rolled down the window to show me her yellow painted middle finger and her peirced tongue. “Get your bony ass in the my ride. I got a job for us to do.”
I walked over to the side door as it was opened titling upward at an angle. I hoped inside and pulled the door back down into place where it connected with the door lock with a loud ka-chink and thud.
I looked to the front where my sister was already looking forward and preparing the cabbie for a quick take off and we were off again.
“So what’s the job? Another simple runner job?” I asked and tried and failed to keep the boredom out of my voice.
Valkyrie snickered at my tone. “The file is on the seat next to you genius. It’s a skip tracer for a family member looking to find their youngest cub. I think you might like this one. Check it out.”
