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Lindsay smiled obsequiously as she not
-
so
-
secretly fondled Tony’s
ass
.

“Who isn’t looking to move
?
Up
,
that is
.”

Tony worked hard to ignore the grop
ing
as he and Raymond, a rather pleasant man in his forties, chatted meaninglessly
.
They
found a common ground with
their
mutual enjoyment of the Aussie Spiders, but stood oppos
ed o
n politics
.
After
ten minutes
,
Tony felt he
might’ve
made an important contact for his career advancement
,
but
at the cost of
develop
ing
permanent bruising on his gluteus maximus

and probably his glut
e
us sinister as well
.
In payment
,
he whispered indecencies in Lindsay’s ear for the next hour
,
promising a repeat of their
dirty weekend
of Easter last
.

Once free of his shepherd
ess
’s clutches
,
Tony breathed a heavy sigh of relief
.
He knew that politeness insisted he remain for at least another hour, soaking up even more of the artificial atmosphere
created
by the players in this production

identical in all but dress
and locale
to hundreds
of others
he’d attended throughout his career
.

He wandered around the room, listening to
snatches of
conversations and occasionally nodding his head to another colleague as he let the ice cubes dilute his drink
.
He avoided further entangling conversations with others by pointing across the room
as though
expected
by
another knot of people
.
Instead
,
he made his way to the
ersatz
balcony
.
Projections from the rooftop
,
the right mixture of air circulation
,
and
carefully concocted
scenting made
him
feel
as though
he
actually
looked out over the massive borough of
Portland
.
Tony breathed in
deeply,
as if
the air didn’t hang heavy with narcostick smoke.

“Nice
,
isn’t it,” said an unidentified male sitting in a chair across the patio.

“Should be
,
for what Chris and Michael paid f
or it
,

Tony answered, turning to regard the speaker with an air of indifference
.

The other man smiled affably.
The black suit he wore
contrasted with a
massive codpiece, but the
high
-
necked gauze blouse with a
ruffle
of black lace around the top
gave a hint
.
His lipstick rivaled the color of Tony’s suit and the earrings
glittered
brightly
.
T
iny solido vignettes
within the jewelry
proclaimed his proclivities
.

“Yes
.
I actually thought of getting one myself until Chris told me what he paid.”

“I couldn’t…”
Tony felt a slight tremor in the floor
interrupting his train of thought
.
Moments later a flash turned his attentions to the

outside
.”
A rising fireball, the size of a grapefruit at this distance, illuminated a gaping hole in the top of a building several
kilometers
distant
.
“What was that?”

“Oh, my,” the ambi said, holding his manicured hands up to his mouth
.
A
bass
roar
cut through the din
,
stopping all conversations
.
Many
of the guests
came over to the balcony to peer out
.
Chris
called for
CNI
.
Tony preferred to look at the real thing, forgetting for a moment that even
t
his view was
nothing more than
a visual illusion,
nonetheless listening carefully
to Central News and Information
.

“We have received reports that an incendiary device detonated on the loading doc
k
of Gimbals just moments ago
.
We are shifting live to Barb
a
ra Moorcock
.
Barbara?”

“Ben, the destruction is horrific
.
Body
parts
litter the scene
.
I can’t even begin to estimate the death toll here
.
As you can see,
here’s
what looks like part of a hand
,
and I think that over there is an eye.

“There
’s
a physical crater in the roof at least two hundred yards across
.
Flames continue to race out from it
.
The heat is too intense
for me to get close enough to
estimate the depth
.
The scale is just incomprehensible
.

“Emergency crews are racing about now trying to put out the flames
.
I’m receiving reports now that the pumps
aren’t
functioning and the emergency reservoirs are completely empty, despite having been inspected just yesterday.”

“One second
,
Barbara,
we’re
receiving additional information
.
We have another manifesto from the group called the Green Action Militia
.”
A certain twisted part within Tony jumped in
fascination
.
“The Greenies claim…”

* * *
 

“Good evening, Mr. Kensington.”

“What
!
How did you get in?”
The blond Kensington
sat straight up in bed between two well-endowed young women
.
From the thick smell in the air and the
ir
shared dreamy expression
,
all three suffered from the self-infliction of some type of narcostick and one too many sexual adventures
.

“Actually
,” came the nonchalant reply, “
I slipped in through the plumbing crawlspace.”

Kensington’s eyes focused somewhere behind the short
,
slight
intruder
.
“How dare you invade my home!”
Mr. Kensington demanded
.

The tiny whipcord of a man lifted one of the butts of a narcostick and sniffed it closely
,
with some
dis
d
ain
.

“Wait a minute, this isn’t even my home
,

Kensington mumbled almost inaudibly
.
One of the girls rolled over with a moan
,
cuddled up next to
her
benefactor
,
and fell
back to sleep
.
He looked around with
wide
eyes
sporting the qu
i
ck,
jerky
motion
common to his vice
.
He didn’t notice the
intruder’s
bodyguard
-
yellow pants
.

“Do you know who I am?”
Kensington all but shouted.

“Very certainly, good sir.”

“Then you know you are dead!”

“We all bear that curse, Mr. Kensington
.
Unfortunately for both of us, you are going to lose to that curse first.”

“Huh?”

“I’m here to kill you, Mr. Kensington
,

the man said without bravado
or rancor
.

With remarkable clarity and speed,
especially for someone so intoxicated,
Kensington pulled up a small machine pistol from beneath his pillow
.
“Really
?
Now tell me just why
you’re
here and who sent you.”

“You mistook your company’s money for your money.”

“How did you find me?”

“Satellite tracking of your tie-tack
.
I enabled it
twelve
hours ago.”

“Who sent you?”

“Your CEO asked me to deliver this message…”
In a blur, the tiny man rotated out of the line of
any possible
fire and smacked the back of his hand across the bridge of his victim’s nose
.
Bone and cartilage exploded forcefully up into
the former VP’s brain before it could even send
a signal to pull the trigger
.
“You’re fired
.”

Mr. Marks nodded as the life left his victim’s eyes.
With great
care and
deliberation
,
he put a mask over each woman’s face and released enough narco gas for the pair to overdose in the space of twenty seconds
.
Carefully
,
he posed one kneeling over Kensington’s body
.
U
sing the young woman’s fingers on the trigger of Kensington’s own machine-pistol, he fired two bursts into the nasal cavity he
had
just destroyed
.
The dead woman slumped forward, one of her augmented breasts spilling obscenely to one side, streaked in blood.

As he examined his handiwork,
Marks
tapped his right foot three times
.
Tr
illions
of submicroscopic nanites
swarmed out of his yellow shoes
, programmed
with the sole purpose to find and destroy his own
DNA
anywhere they might find it
.
Thirty minutes from now they
’d
quite obligatorily render themselves into inert components indistinguishable from the multitudes of other organic compounds that make up
ordinary
dust
.
The assassin faded out the front door, confident that he

or more importantly, his employer

couldn’t be implicated in the justice he
’d
just imposed.

* * *
 

Home,
Tony
thought, pouring himself
a stiff drink of
r
ye
over ice
.
So many different emotions lashed at him, but one stepped up to dominate his thoughts
.
How could he be happy about the deaths of so many
?

He sipped gently
.
Could it be that he just wanted anything different
?
Maybe he felt he witnessed a little piece of history
.
Maybe
he despised the political games he played to get ahead and wanted someone to get rid of it all
?
Perhaps more specifically,
he wanted to get
out
from under the attentions of his over-amorous mentor
?
No matter what caused it
,
he couldn’t deny
he
felt good
.

His mind
pondered
for several more minutes before it just went blank
.
He downed
the rest of his
drink
and put
the glass
down, catching sight of the half
-
cubic meter of
gray
plastic box sitting innocently in the center of the table
.

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