
From November’s Kiss of 2024

From November’s Kiss of 2024

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.”
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The robotic humanoid nodded her or it’s head to my question. This was our client then.

I smiled. “So you got a name?”
The client moved toward me extending out her or It’s arm and then showing a nomand sign for friendship. I accepted the offer.
Something happened instantly. A change. A glow appeared on her body and she changed before our eyes.
The change was quickly shifting as she took on my clothes and mixed image of human female. The face reminded me of someone but I put those thoughts away. “Okay. What’s the story?”
Her eyes glowed and then images appeared around us. They were her memories. I was sure of it. She was projecting them into my mind. I looked at my brothers but they were busy staring at the images mouth open.
“I was once a warrior. A rare weapon of my people. I fought in many battles.”
I could almost smell the Gunsmoke in the air.
“I fell away from my original programing. I could not return to what I was so I was cast away by my people. I became a traveler. A thief and a criminal. I became hunted by many for different reasons.”
“I came to your realm. Hexi taught me how to become useful. I became a scientist. A doctor. I have duty in need of doing here still but my people came for me. They need me again now that I can be useful. I have life to save here. I only need seven hours for operation. They did not care. I was taken as their property. You understand?!”
I nodded my head but grimaced. “I understand duty. We’ll get you back.”

As I finished off the last robotic invader. I was getting a funny feeling.

“To damn easy. Don’t feel right.” I said and started for the warehouse.
“Fucking hell, bro. Too easy?!” Marcus said.
“Yeah. Look at them. They’re running away from us. It all feels like a set up. To easy.” I said pointing to the rest just bouncing out of the dream realm. We hadn’t even cut loose on them.

“Brother. They’re running away from YOU.” Arrow said with a sigh. “We did little to help.”
I looked at him as we headed to the warehouse. “You didn’t run away. You didn’t back down. You fought with me. I fought plenty of battles alone because I had no choice. You see what a man is when the shit hits the fan and it’s time to get shit done.”

“We are not like you brother.” Marcus said. “You are The Sandman for a reason. It was what you were born to be.”
“It was the reason our father chose you as leader of our pack.” Arrow said sadly.
I shrugged. “I became what I am because of your father. We got time bro. You’ll see what you can do in time.” I said and looked at the case on the floor. It activated and unlocked as it scanned our bodies. It popped open and I looked inside to see something unexpected.

“What the fuck is this?!” Arrow asked.

I started to speak but then she opened her eyes and came to her feet and stepped out of the box.

I felt the lightning in them. Her eyes were alive. She was alive. Not a robot entirely. Damn. GEH? Cyborg? Shit to many questions. “So are you our client?!”
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I had a feeling through the trip that things were going to be interesting.

We stared at the invader machine monster walking around guarding the warehouse I snorted in laughter. “This was not mentioned in the job title.”
I did notice how quiet my brothers were but I accounted it for a little nervous energy. I got out my spyglass to have a look inside the warehouse though.

I saw the package right in the center of the building all around to be picked up for us. “That’s our package.” I said handing over the spyglass to Marcus while I got my rifle ready. I got the pieces out and began to assemble them as I sat on the sand.

I felt my brothers come to sit down beside me quiet. “Nav. Brother I’m not sure we can handle this. Have you ever faced monsters like these before?!”
Of course I haven’t but then again I had once been a giant hunter. So nothing much bothered me. I had no intention of backing down. I assembled my rifle and felt the lightning coming to me. The brothers needed some little motivation. I charged into the battle. “Wrong question little brother. The right question is what are these fucking bandits doing on my property?!”

“Hello Friends. It’s Fatty. Life is so good. It is very good.”

“Oh look there is my favorite stalker sneaking into my place. Such a shame. She still has no ass to speak of.”

Oh Ton Dawg. How are you? I see you have brought your honorable lovely wife again. You are here for the chicken wings.

“Yes and I came to speak to you about business. I hear talk in the executive circles you have been contacted by The family group Kaito Prime about selling your recipe for the chicken wings to them.”
I smiled. “You want to make me an offer then?”
Ton nodded. “I will pay you 10k ebs for you to consider not selling the recipe to anyone.”
“Anyone but you.”
Ton shook his head. “Not anyone. At least not in the immediate future with the way these people are moving.”
I frowned. “What’s going on Ton? Politics or something else?”
Ton looked serious. “It always about the money until they want to fuck you.”
I flinched back and frowned at him. “Okay. But my asking price is 100 million ebs. I’m only willing to go down to 50 million. You were the one that said that bag chasing was the goal.”
Ton passed a note to me and stared at the message. Hmm. “Okay. That looks better then my plan. Why are you doing this though.”
“Fatty. You got a good thing going here. I like the wings and you getting your bag. I like seeing men talk they talk. But, like I said. It’s always about the money until they want to bend you over a fucking table. It was a mistake on both our parts dealing with Hot Dog. You took the most hit with him. I don’t want to see that happened Big Dawg. You just starting to rise.”
I frowned wondering what Hot Dog and a corporation had to do with each other. I wondered now if he was playing a game. “Are you bullshiting me?!”
“Fatty.” Mrs. Dawg said gentle. “He’s telling you to be careful because it’s not about the money for these people contacting you. So you should protect your..backside.” She said with a blush.
I stared at her as I got a weird feeling they were not speaking metaphorically. “Ton. Ah. Okay. Okay. But, what if your wrong and it is about money what then?”
Ton blinked but he nodded his head. “Oh if it is about the money then get you bag Big Dawg. Use what I showed you to take em for all they got.” He said and then passed me another gold ebs card. “Happy Belated birthday Big Dawg. Protect you neck.” He said with a serious note.
Oh shit. This was getting to scary.
“Oh I caught your stream at the last minute. You found your perfect wife?!” Ton asked with a wink.
I smiled shaking my head. “Hell no. I found my perfect sugar Momma. She now has private subscription on my bed. I get wonderful dark chocolate cake and money every time she comes into town. Life is good. The Untouchables will always get the bag and the cake too.”
Ton bent his head back and laughed an evil meancing laugh of pure joy.

“Hello Friends, It’s Fatty. Give me one moment.”
“Yo! Flow. I don’t know how you got in here but you better bounce Raw B just walked into the Untouchables.”
Flow Rider glanced over her shoulder and then quickly looked away.
“I’m not afraid of her.” Flow said faking bravado.

“Bitch. You really don’t think she didn’t know you would be here?! Everybody remembers what you said about her kids. She going to stomp your ass out. I ain’t trying to clean up the mess she’ll leave on my new floors after she-.”
“Shit!” Flow took off her heels and ran out of the back door.
I sighed in relief. I waved Raw B to a seat. “Thanks for coming through. I think Flow will stay away for a few months now.”
Raw B stared at me.

“What’s up?”
“Fatty. You sent me 500 ebs yesterday and tipped me 1k ebs today. We agreed on 500 my love.”
I smiled. “Yes we did. I gave you the extra because Ali sent me 2k this morning because it’s my birthday. I decided to spread the love around.”
Raw B shook her head at me. “You sent me your birthday money. Why? You were scared I was going to stomp that girl out for real?”
I nodded. “I knew it was a possibility you were going to stomp her out. When I saw that look in your eyes coming in I knew you were going to stomp her out. Flow Rider can’t handle a female like you.”
“Fatty, Do you like Candy on your birthday or cake?” She asked.
I frowned at her question and the tone of her voice. “The only cake I like is on the backside of a big booty chick with a curvy body and dark chocolate skin. I can’t stand cake or sweets. Listen, you showing up and advertising for the Untouchables is good and damn sure isn’t as much money as you’ve tipped me, oh remember friends to tune into Raw B Money’s page for the money game and juicy corpo executive gossip. Raw! What time are you going live today?”
Raw B smiled. “Right after the Untouchables story bar hours. Fatty. I knew you would like Dark chocolate, Happy Birthday, my Love.” She said looked to the front of the Bar.
I followed her gaze toward the front and froze. “Holy shit. How much she cost you?!”

“Oh not a thing. I am Fixer, my Love. Her name is Bee Candy. She’s in town for the night. Why don’t you show her a good time.”
“Tiger G hit the music. We going to turn it up!”
I watched as Bee spun in a circle to the music changing clothes in a glow of white energy and looking even more sexy. We flowed into the dance. “I’m Fatty.” I said close to her ear.
She smiled over her shoulder at me. “I’m Bee. Let’s party.”

She climbed on to the bar and started dancing waving for me to join her.

“Remember friends always becareful when dancing on a bar. Shout out to the Untouchables and the blessed lady Raw B Money.”


Hello friends. It’s Fatty.
We’re at Fighting Water’s spot. The Watering Hole. Pull up, Untouchables and enjoy a fun time of gaming, music, excellent beer, debates and…what the fuck? My eyes lock on a face I hadn’t seen in more then a minute.

“What’s up, man?” Tim asked me and attempted to turn around.
“Don’t look, bro. You’ll only get yourself in trouble with your mate at home. I think you should go home now.” I told him.
Tim did a quick glance over his shoulder and froze. I shook my head at him.
“Is she available?” Tim asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Your not her type and she isn’t a hoe. Raw B Money is a millionaire streamer and dangerous and mated woman.”
“You think I can’t pull her?”
I nodded. “You haven’t a chance in the nine hells of touching her let alone pulling her.”
“Why because I’m a Metal Bone. I was born here you know. I got rights.” Tim said. He was working himself up with that foreign alien born dream realm political bullshit.
I got out my Detapad and showed him her page. “Her net worth is on her page. Look.”

“Damn. She has nice tits. Why can’t I shoot my shot, Dawg? Anna won’t find out about it.”
I shook my head brought up another page on the website.

Tim stared in confusion. “I don’t get it. Why are you showing me a picture of some kid and her Dad and what does this have to do with me getting some fresh ass.”
Tim’s mind was locked on fucking so I had to be patient. “It’s the same chick, same age. The big black darkness next to her is her mate. His name and profession is Alpha. He would stomp you out if he thought his female thought to even entertain thoughts of sex with you my friend.”
Tim looked at the picture then at me. “Is he an Untouchable? Is that why your trying to cuck block me?”
I stared at him. “If and when Mr. Alpha becomes or is an Untouchable he would of course be watching this cyberspace stream your on right now.”
Tim stared at me open mouthed. “Your live streaming our conversation. I-“
“Fatty. Is that you my love?” Raw B Money called out to me. She must be having one of her good days.
I smiled at her and waved. “Yes it is. Good evening Raw B. I am sending my donation to your page as we speak.” I said and then looked down at my Detapad to see she had already sent me tip of 500 ebs into my account with a short message. It’s time to collaborate. I hear the Untouchables is popping Boo. Let’s get that money.”
Raw B smiled and then looked over at Tim as he stood up and walked over to her. Her eyes lite up. Not with lust but pure greed. She waved him over to a seat at the card table. She was about to empty old Tim of him money and send him home happily to his wife.


Hello friends. It’s Fatty.
I’m having a friendly little chess game with my business brother MD. Witch Doctor. A fine musician and excellent Doctor. Life is good. I haven’t heard from the Hot Dog Beggar in a minute and I can’t help grinning ear to ear as you Newark City slicks says.
“Hey, Fatty. You got a minute?”
I frowned at the voice and looked up.

Oh shit.
Ton Big Dawg was standing in front of me with his life wife and I stared on in surprise befundlement.
“Ton. What the fuck are you doing in the Untouchables? I thought you hated me.”
Ton stares at me and then just throws back his head and laughs an evil madman laugh.
“Yo. You still on that bullshit. That shit was ages ago. I came to give you your flowers Big Dawg. I seen what you been doing here. You growing big. Look I’m sorry for what I said before. I was wrong about you.”
I stared at his evil grinning face. I didn’t trust this fucking bandit. But, Ton never apologized to nobody easily. I nodded. “Apology accepted. Now what fuck are you doing here? Have you lost weight?”
Ton again laughed.
Okay, the story between me Ton is a strange one…

It was back in the days of Fight Club that this bandit mother fucker started some shit with me for no fucking reason other then he didn’t like me. He was a lot more luffy back then. That changed though as he got even more richer.

He started bringing his “tribe” of female attendants around him in fight Club along with his wife in toe. The man is ridiculous. I can’t stand him. Anyway, things did calm down on between us when that rat bastard Hot Dog showed us his ass we finally saw him for the piece of shit beggar he is.
Holy shit I can’t stand that fucking Hot Dog Beggar. I frowned at Ton’s grinning face and amused eyes. “Who put you up to this?”
“Na’ah Dawg. I came to give you your flowers. I respect the hustle and your business mindset. I ain’t on that bullshit. I’m making to much money now for that. Oh here.” He said and passed me over a ebs card and laid it on the table.

Oh shit!
I stared at the gold ebs card. It was the legendary card of ebs cards.. I couldn’t move. It was a fully loaded ebs cards charge with 50k on it at the most. I looked up at Ton. “What are you really here for?”
Ton looked serious now. “I got to get the wings bro and you need to upgrade your business for delivery orders. I know a runner that is the best around. That’s my investment.”
“What do you get?” I asked.
Ton motioned over to the subject our conversation at table where a couple were eating them. “I get a plate of wings every time I show up with my chick. Fatty, I’m rich as fuck. You got the best wings in the dream realm. I got no beef with you. We good?!”
Damn. The Chicken wings. It all made sense now. “I’m taking your card. We good on a day by day basis. I still don’t like you and your short and ugly.”
Ton laughed. “You a funny, entertaining dude Big Dawg.”

I nodded waving him over to a table where one of my serves Tiger G put a plate of chicken wings and a drink. “Welcome to the Untouchables.”

“Hello friends. It’s Fatty.

Recently it has come to my attention that a jealous hating ass mother fucker has recently been having my name in his mouth about some old bullshit and throwing dirt on my name. (Again)

We here in the Untouchables have a strict rule about saying this jealous hating ass mother fucker’s name. We do not wish to give him anymore attention then he so deserves to promote his failing business esblish-esta
-fuck I can’t say the fucking word.
(sigh)
I shall refer to him as the hot dog beggar.

Hot Dog is a former associate of mean. This I say with deep regret not for the loss association but my part in even starting one with this loser from the jump.
Let’s just just say our problems go back to the fight club era….

There was a lot of gang wars and backstabbing back in the day a Deco-millionaire corpo executive named Ton Big Dawg founded it as a place for people to get off aggressions non violently and make a little money fighting it out in a spirted debate in the red ring.

It was a fun time for me. A time of innocence. I was a new arrival to the city with my family. My favorite opponent was Raw B Money. We chupped it up with the best of them. Fighting Water was a favorite MC and chupper with the best of them. Hot Dog was always going after him for having a corpo job including a hot Nomad mate. He was a jealous hating ass mother fucker even back then. I should have saw Hot Dog’s bullshit back then. Holy shit I was young.

Let the past rest. So I’m sending this message out to Hot Dog. Keep my mother fucking name out of your rat bastard mouth or I’m going to go ham on your ass like I did when I buried your fucking ass in our last and final debate. Last time, fuck you and leave me leave me the fuck alone bitch.
