“This is it.” said the blonde woman.
“This is about all we have time for.” said the charlatan’s lawyer.
“I have your faith.” said the mystery man with eyes of charcoal.
They had been waiting around for years. Tired and alone, these two twixt lovers. A whore’s bride, an empty comedian. A lawyer he was and a hater. These others gathered here in hoods and robes. In masks like the Cawdor was always born to be. In the Hive city, known as Necromunda, a deep hole in the world, was this rent in the lower portion. Hidden in the Outlands section. Deep out of sight.
“I know you, you have always spoken well of me.” said the blonde with the deep set and powerfully blue eyes. She knew time was running out, they would here about her pregnancy and she did not want the baby. She wanted this lawyer, or this other.
“Give me a chance…” said the drunk lawyer. “I will show you fancy, and fancy free love, give nothing to this idiot.”
“I have a charlatan’s robe, it belongs to you, I think funny, man.” said the introspective but desperate spy. He had infiltrated and he had a bio booster which was working to purge out the chemicals in his lungs.
“I know I know.” said the blonde woman, confused by her own thoughts.
“I have everything I- what you love this thing? This subservient.” said the lawyer, playing his fingers along his autogun. With a rad sight. It worked like a telescopic sight but was very compact.
“Don’t think too well of me.” said the spy on instinct.
“I think she is not thinking of you at all. Young perfumed idiot. Your breathing is funny.”
“Don’t hate him, he is just speaking what he knows.” said the woman, she wanted to bite her nails but she had been in the public eye for years and that was not her training.
“Where is my father…” she drifted off.
He stood behind her. She was pregnant. He knew it and I bet it is this stupid young man. He thought bitterly. She hid it from me. Kill the stupid carcass on a pair of legs. He bit his tongue. This was my wealth. This was my home. This is my new world. For an idiot. For a boob now too you would give it all up. Then he lowered his shoe. And smacked her around the back of the head.
She screamed.
“Excuse me.” said the lawyer.
“She needs to know her place.”
When they looked up the spy was gone.
Seven months, seven weeks and seven days later. The baby had been aborted. They were married now. And the large heavy set bounty hunter who signed their agreement into marriage was waiting at the station. The station back into the drinking hole. He remembered this spy. He could not find a way to destroy him. He knew he was a wyrd. A strange wyrd. A telekinetic wyrd. Or maybe a beastmaster.
“Hey darling.” said the older now, blonde woman. She had held back tears for at least seven years. “I think your jokes are the best.”
Smiling, the lawyer danced around the kingdom, he called it. The kingdom of the New Sunrise. Gangs had never seen a sunrise. But he had seen it on the viewscreen when his father had left him such a beautiful black and white recording of the most brilliant glowing light. Their would be glowing lights and their would be beauty. And oh had he had her. Tight wrapped around his finger. He felt happy that she was under his spell. He laughed to himself.
“Darling, could you fetch me some amesec.” she had quit singing, quit her life of partying and now waited. Hoping that whatever the bounty hunter was looking for would save her. She was offering Delaque spies hundreds of credits to track him down. She had been assaulted by the bounty hunter twice and this idiot did not defend her. Just laughed and laughed he did.
“I have everything, I tell you, a little trick I know is that in poker if you really run it in, you get a full house with all the children. And if not children then a beautiful retirement, with all your friends. That is a full house. Do you understand me? Everyone, we have a gambling den and now a drinking hole. We can afford to keep the bounty hunter.” he groped for more things to say.
“Oh dear.” said her mother. She had been bitter about this deal.And then a ripperjack landed on her head. And ripped her brain out through her throat.
“What has happened to our dear mother!” shouted the lawyer.
“What on earth is wrong with you, she is just- “ and she turned, the blonde, and saw for the first time a creature more powerful than a dirty rat or old squawking crow. Painful and horrible was this thing. She thought it was looking at her. While her mother died.
“Stop it.” she panted.
“Kork! Bounty hunter, it is a ripperjack. We are undone!” he screamed.
Five months later, the spy picked up the paper. Bounty hunter found dead. Suspected murder. Blonde hair found at the scene. He walked with this autopistol and hand flamer down the road. A old comedic lawyer was crying with rat bites on his hands.
“See you later.” he said.
They had drunk together for seven days.
“Do you still want to try knife catching and throwing?” said the spy, revealed.
“Yeah, maybe -” he started.
And the spy threw a knife from his coat, straight through his throat. And bought another on the ride back to the Outlands. To see about the payment from the Arbitrator General, directivo, of the Guilders.
Signing Out
“This is about all we have time for.” said the charlatan’s lawyer.
“I have your faith.” said the mystery man with eyes of charcoal.
They had been waiting around for years. Tired and alone, these two twixt lovers. A whore’s bride, an empty comedian. A lawyer he was and a hater. These others gathered here in hoods and robes. In masks like the Cawdor was always born to be. In the Hive city, known as Necromunda, a deep hole in the world, was this rent in the lower portion. Hidden in the Outlands section. Deep out of sight.
“I know you, you have always spoken well of me.” said the blonde with the deep set and powerfully blue eyes. She knew time was running out, they would here about her pregnancy and she did not want the baby. She wanted this lawyer, or this other.
“Give me a chance…” said the drunk lawyer. “I will show you fancy, and fancy free love, give nothing to this idiot.”
“I have a charlatan’s robe, it belongs to you, I think funny, man.” said the introspective but desperate spy. He had infiltrated and he had a bio booster which was working to purge out the chemicals in his lungs.
“I know I know.” said the blonde woman, confused by her own thoughts.
“I have everything I- what you love this thing? This subservient.” said the lawyer, playing his fingers along his autogun. With a rad sight. It worked like a telescopic sight but was very compact.
“Don’t think too well of me.” said the spy on instinct.
“I think she is not thinking of you at all. Young perfumed idiot. Your breathing is funny.”
“Don’t hate him, he is just speaking what he knows.” said the woman, she wanted to bite her nails but she had been in the public eye for years and that was not her training.
“Where is my father…” she drifted off.
He stood behind her. She was pregnant. He knew it and I bet it is this stupid young man. He thought bitterly. She hid it from me. Kill the stupid carcass on a pair of legs. He bit his tongue. This was my wealth. This was my home. This is my new world. For an idiot. For a boob now too you would give it all up. Then he lowered his shoe. And smacked her around the back of the head.
She screamed.
“Excuse me.” said the lawyer.
“She needs to know her place.”
When they looked up the spy was gone.
Seven months, seven weeks and seven days later. The baby had been aborted. They were married now. And the large heavy set bounty hunter who signed their agreement into marriage was waiting at the station. The station back into the drinking hole. He remembered this spy. He could not find a way to destroy him. He knew he was a wyrd. A strange wyrd. A telekinetic wyrd. Or maybe a beastmaster.
“Hey darling.” said the older now, blonde woman. She had held back tears for at least seven years. “I think your jokes are the best.”
Smiling, the lawyer danced around the kingdom, he called it. The kingdom of the New Sunrise. Gangs had never seen a sunrise. But he had seen it on the viewscreen when his father had left him such a beautiful black and white recording of the most brilliant glowing light. Their would be glowing lights and their would be beauty. And oh had he had her. Tight wrapped around his finger. He felt happy that she was under his spell. He laughed to himself.
“Darling, could you fetch me some amesec.” she had quit singing, quit her life of partying and now waited. Hoping that whatever the bounty hunter was looking for would save her. She was offering Delaque spies hundreds of credits to track him down. She had been assaulted by the bounty hunter twice and this idiot did not defend her. Just laughed and laughed he did.
“I have everything, I tell you, a little trick I know is that in poker if you really run it in, you get a full house with all the children. And if not children then a beautiful retirement, with all your friends. That is a full house. Do you understand me? Everyone, we have a gambling den and now a drinking hole. We can afford to keep the bounty hunter.” he groped for more things to say.
“Oh dear.” said her mother. She had been bitter about this deal.And then a ripperjack landed on her head. And ripped her brain out through her throat.
“What has happened to our dear mother!” shouted the lawyer.
“What on earth is wrong with you, she is just- “ and she turned, the blonde, and saw for the first time a creature more powerful than a dirty rat or old squawking crow. Painful and horrible was this thing. She thought it was looking at her. While her mother died.
“Stop it.” she panted.
“Kork! Bounty hunter, it is a ripperjack. We are undone!” he screamed.
Five months later, the spy picked up the paper. Bounty hunter found dead. Suspected murder. Blonde hair found at the scene. He walked with this autopistol and hand flamer down the road. A old comedic lawyer was crying with rat bites on his hands.
“See you later.” he said.
They had drunk together for seven days.
“Do you still want to try knife catching and throwing?” said the spy, revealed.
“Yeah, maybe -” he started.
And the spy threw a knife from his coat, straight through his throat. And bought another on the ride back to the Outlands. To see about the payment from the Arbitrator General, directivo, of the Guilders.
Signing Out
