Manageable #3
The warehouse reeked of ginger which it had stored for years,all the way back to British rule. I watched Daphne (her given name) work herself into her third righteous fury in the last hour.
The warehouse was located deep into the Kowloon’s walled city, the default bug out destination programmed into the drone.
She was wearing a coolie jacket and a pair of drawstring pants that I had switched her unconscious form into after removing her soiled garments shortly after arrival (outrage 1).
To decouple her from the cut spinal jack I had to shave a two inch border to access the port on the back of her head (outrage 2).
I explained that we were locked down for the immediate future until both HKs finest and Ideogram Corporate security calmed the fuck down (outrage 3).
Standing up she announced that she was “Otta here!”
I carefully laid the cutdown Bullpup combat enforcer on the chipped formica tabletop in front of me. The four, fat custom loads glimmered wetly in the stark fluorescent lighting.
“Sunshine.” I said. “The data in your head is in high demand by not just me but a certain well established criminal organization. Now, If they don’t receive it post haste they will joyfully kill both you and me. If you attempt to leave I will kill you by shooting you center of mass. Which following,I’ll remove you head , below the coupler, pack it in ice and deliver it to aforementioned criminal organization. Thus removing the middle man with same desired result. Capish?”
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