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CHAPTER 04 :
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I see a gray haired man about 50 sitting at a large table. "Professor Klaus ?" The man looks up with a shocked look. "How did you find me ?", he says. "It's my business finding people". I give him my credentials and background on the Linsky case...
I'm ushered into the den. Mr. Gideon is intently studying his chess board. He seems oblivious to me (Either that or he's asleep). The guy's old. I mean ancient. But he must be a big wheel because there's a picture on the wall of him receiving an award from President Michael J. Fox. I give him some background information on the Lisnky case, and it seems to pique his curiosity.
The stairwell is dark, with garbage and old newspapers strewn everywhere. I find apartment 307 and knock on the door. Fletcher answers with the disposition of an untipped waiter. I tell him I'm working for Sylvia Linsky, and he tells me to come inside.
The room id cramped and confining. The furniture is cheap and the upholstery is threadbare. A portable black and white TV is on a small table blaring the sound of Lifestyles of the Incredibly Rich, Lucky, Healthy and Famous...
...She's a good source of information and she knows how this city in run.
...Too bad he doesn't have another on to match. I call him over to the side of my speeder and ask him how he's doing.
I slam my fist into his soft flabby stomach and he buckles over. I then catch his chin with a solid haymaker that sends him staggering back against the wall.
This is where most of the unfortunate individuals live who suffered severe damage from nuclear radiation. Many of their offspring suffering genetic damage resulting in some rather grotesque mutations. Most were treated as outcasts and were forced into this community.
I step through a partially open doorway into a large room. I see several large mutants, and none of them look too happy to see me. "I'm looking for Larry Hammond" I say quickly. A fellow steps forwards. He's about 30 and looks like he's got a serious grudge against the world (some people are so ungrateful for extra blessings... at least he was born with all his vital organs inside his body).
CHAPTER 5 :
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It's a two story home with a spiked, wrought iron fence, a swimming pool and concrete paths that wind among bird paths and fountains. I knock on the door, but no one answers. I can tell someone is there , so I continue knocking. Finally, a rather irritated Tom Griffith comes to the door...
A strong cold wind rips off the bay. It made my trench coat clumsy, flapping around my legs. I wouldn't even wear the damn thing if it weren't to avoid the effects of latent radiation.
Arnold Dweeb suddenly appears as if from nowhere. He looks like an A,#1 weenie. He's the type of accountant my parents warned me about.
- Ron Morgan
- Jorge Valdez (NC 4931)
- Brenda Perry (NC 4577)
- Greg Call
- Cal Davis (NC 3720)
- Big Jim Slade
- Tom Griffith (NC 4590)
- John Klaus
- Bosworth Clark
- Sandra Larsen (NC 4599)
- Della Lang (NC 2111)
- Sam Jones
- Larry Hammond.
I ask her if she has a few minutes to answer some questions. It's clear that she doesn't want to be bothered, but then agrees. "Make it quick" she says...
Chapter 6 :
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...I open the book and read that piranha make lousy companions and are untrustworthy babysitters for children and small pets.
Make it two.I only have one reader so I need to keep him happy .