Bank-ruptured! May 12, 2010 12:49:24 GMT -5
Post by Pelch Gobwit on May 12, 2010 12:49:24 GMT -5
I made it to my office bright and early the next day but it wasn't until noontime that I got a couple of what looked like mid-corp level Johnson's in my office. Wanker wanted to urinate on one of them immediately. That should have clued me at once but I was thinking custotmers and shiny pieces of NuYen and I ignored the signs. I hate it when I get too greedy to survive.
My second hint was they were dressed all in black with dark glasses and had no smiles at all. The lack of a sense of humor, unless someone was in dire pain, should have rang alarm bells in my head. See what being a pillar of the community does to you? You lose that sense of self preservation.
Yep, they were pigs and I don't mean the Prestigious International Gourmand Society either.
They started out by calling me Mr. Gobwit. That's not even the name I'm currently using. Then they showed UCAS government badges. Bright and shiny they were too. Then they told me they knew I was an escaped criminal/terrorist and they were ready to escort me back to my cell.......unless.
I've gone through this routine so many times it's getting down right boring. Can't these guys ever come up with something new?
Bored, borfed, and barfed, I looked at PigONE. "You guys want to cut to the fragging chase? You really should get a new act. If you wanted me back in prison I'd already be there after being jumped and pummeled or even shot by some enthusiastic Lone Star guards. You already know I was framed but there's something you don't want to wallow in drekwise because your too stupid to live and so you graciously decided I should be the one to do it. After I save your pork fried bacon going through whatever nether region area that smells and feels like a yeasty codpiece deal, you'll then promptly hire, kill, or betray me back to prison and congratulate yourself on how smart you are. What's my guarantee? A FREE PARDON? Don't make me laugh."
PigTWO, "He's got an attitude and a big mouth on him."
PigONE, "It said that in his file." He looked at me like I was a bug he hadn't hit yet. "You want to shut up and listen to the deal. Maybe you ain't as smart as you think. We are going to offer you a free pardon. That's the only thing you got right."
That will be the day, I thought, but I leaned back in my chair to listen to the tail of woe. I didn't offer them chairs or refreshments from the sideboard. That didn't stop them. They took them without the invite. I felt like I was back in the old home mines.
PigONE, "What do you know about the missing people lately?" I started to open my mouth and ask if they had any clue as to how many people go missing in this block in one day and I could care less. Why not weed out the genetically challenged? He continued, "That's a rhetorical question so close your fat ugly maggot gagging mouth before you draw flies and next time use a mouthwash first." I gassed in my chair in response and tried to look innocent.
PigTWO, "We're talking about rich socialite SIN people. All old. All wealthy. All of good moral character." I looked bored. I dislike that type even more than your average street thug. Right now there are over 8 million people in the Greater Seattle area and that's only the ones with SIN's. Even for the sharpest eyed so-called lawman to keep tag on that eight million alone, not counting another 12-14 million of roving SINless who are generally unattached and not linked to any specific domicile. It is equally difficult to place another couple of million who have a place of residence but limit their social interaction through personal preference.
PigONE, "Miss Elver went away to Switzerland last year. She was a largely unknown middle aged spinster living comfortably on her families modest wealth. She went away, locked up her house and never came back. It's like she vanished into thin air. Her money or house have not been touched. We tracked her to the airport where she got on the plane. We interviewed the passengers. No one saw her. She never got off at Switzerland. Yet the stewardess insists she was checked on board and actually sat down. The matrix files and sensors back her up. The Flight Engineer confirms this but the passengers she was supposed to have sat next to insist the seat was empty when they got on and no one sat there. Forensics find no trace of her on the seat when we tried to match DMA samples."
PigTWO, "Then there was a Mr Charles Boyson an eccentric and nasty old codger always fighting with his neighbors about their noisy children. Two years ago, he too went away. He told no one where he was going. He lived alone with his three cats in a rather grimy looking apartment. He also was considered to be well off and reputed to be a miser. Like the all the other clients he was well off comfortable without being considered to be tastelessly wealthy. He too has not returned."
I wondered what happened to the cats but I wasn't to get that answer.
PigOne, "Six months ago Mrs Athbell Marting a dour widow living with her drudge of a niece. She did have a habit of leaving on trips suddenly but usually returned within the week. She went out and this time She never came back. We tracked her buying a ticket to Paris but she never boarded or used the ticket according to all the witnesses and scanner/matrix files. So what do you make of these disappearances?"
I shrugged, "I don't see anything in common in these cases. Three people in two years in a city the size of Seattle seems like just a statistic to me. That's a pretty low average. Maybe the gators in the sewers got them. Maybe they croaked and the devil rats or ghouls ate them. Maybe cultists grabbed them. The possibilities are endless."
PigTwo, "Actually it's been 54 SIN people in the past two months. We are just starting to dig back two years and so far we have over 800 possibles that fit the same pattern. They were all people with a little money. All were drawing a fairly large income which was paid into their accounts in certified credit sticks and bearer bonds. None of them had any personal friends. Beyond these points, none of them had any other points of connection."
I got a sinking feeling. "You want me to find out what's happening to them."
"PigTWO, "You're smarter than you look."
Time to hire some runners. Maybe.... or run like I never ran before...