Ta da! I’m ever so proud of it. The whole thing came together in the final steps, and the shattering glass panned out, yay. I was afraid it was going to be one of those thrilling ideas that came out looking silly, but it totally worked! : D
(In our story, the dangerous criminal Josef has just demanded a name from our undercover hero. Josef is sitting in the enhanced golf cart while our hero stands in the dirt and glowers at him. Melissa is off to one side with her pet simulator. Our secret agent hero has just remarked to himself that this mission is beginning to feel an awful lot like a sappy romance novel, but he is ready to accept any approach that works. Enjoy!)
“My partner’s dead,” I say, so it sounds like I’m declaring myself of the into-men camp, since that’s the game that’s working so far, and Josef flinches like I smacked him in the face. I don’t think the news should affect him that badly, which gives me the impression the dude’s closeted or something. He doesn’t say sorry or anything, though. Josef studies me for a while and then turns in the seat so he’s facing front. I work on the pouch of water.
“Well, you gotta give me a name or I’m not taking you home, dishes or no,” Josef says without looking at me.
“What’s this selling me out to Silister shit Melissa was talking about?” I ask, and Josef rolls his eyes and looks irritable.
“Slave trade,” Josef mutters.
“Pardon?” I snap, and he scoffs at me.
“You might be a slave. Depends on whether you’re any good at fighting and on how smart you are. Silister breaks new slaves and gets them pliable. No one else really has the touch for obtaining cooperation without breaking a man’s body,” Josef said.
“Sounds charming,” I say, and he laughs.
“Man, you don’t know anything about this place or you wouldn’t be talking like that. You try and make a congenial society out of a bunch of garbage humans, see how that works out for you,” Josef says with another scoff and he looks about ready to talk, so I wait, let him stew. “What are you in here for? Why’d you come?” Josef asks.
“Why are you here, Josef?” I spit back, and he laughs a lot, like I’m hilarious and he’s having an awful day.
“I killed a man,” Josef says at last, and I make a dismissive sound, because I know from the sound of his voice that that’s a lie. “What? I did,” Josef says.
“Is that what you tell all the pretty boys who come in here?” I ask, and that’s too much for dear Joe, because he jumps out of the cart and comes to pummel me.
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