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valarltdI broke 10000 words!
10,025 to be exact.
A brief excerpt for your reading enjoyment
“James.”
“Shush.”
“James, this is a crime in progress.”
“Shut up or I will tape your mouth shut.”
The uniformed officer subsided and watched unhappily as the man he was with, the one the chief had sent out with him, peered through night vision goggles and listened to the chatter on the radio.
“There you are, my boy,” he murmured, picking out one figure among the half-dozen skittering across the roof. “I knew you’d be back. No matter how much you save, it runs out. You’ve kept your nose clean for two whole years, and with your tastes that’s a lot of money.”
The cop ignored his passenger and settled down in the seat. The Revenants were active again. That in itself was trouble enough. That their old leader night be back was news he didn’t really want to hear.
The Revenants were a juvie gang, no members after eighteen, which put them beyond the purview of adult law. They ran the crime in a territory that covered forty square blocks: drugs, robbery, prostitution, protection, organized violence; it all went back to the Revenants. They’d been pretty low-key, mostly small time stuff until about six years ago. That was when Nikolai, as he had called himself, had started rising through the ranks. By the time he was fifteen, he was running the Revenants, and he retired a week short of his eighteenth birthday, knowing the law would be able to do nothing to him.
Word on the street was that Nikolai was back, tempted out of retirement by the promise of one last big caper, one too big for the Revenants to tackle under their current leader and his brain power. He was freelancing, but in charge of the operation.
The cop glanced over at James. He hadn’t moved. The cruelly sensual mouth was whispering something too low to hear, possibly not even in English, as he watched the shapes on the roof begin their descent.
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10,025 to be exact.
A brief excerpt for your reading enjoyment
“James.”
“Shush.”
“James, this is a crime in progress.”
“Shut up or I will tape your mouth shut.”
The uniformed officer subsided and watched unhappily as the man he was with, the one the chief had sent out with him, peered through night vision goggles and listened to the chatter on the radio.
“There you are, my boy,” he murmured, picking out one figure among the half-dozen skittering across the roof. “I knew you’d be back. No matter how much you save, it runs out. You’ve kept your nose clean for two whole years, and with your tastes that’s a lot of money.”
The cop ignored his passenger and settled down in the seat. The Revenants were active again. That in itself was trouble enough. That their old leader night be back was news he didn’t really want to hear.
The Revenants were a juvie gang, no members after eighteen, which put them beyond the purview of adult law. They ran the crime in a territory that covered forty square blocks: drugs, robbery, prostitution, protection, organized violence; it all went back to the Revenants. They’d been pretty low-key, mostly small time stuff until about six years ago. That was when Nikolai, as he had called himself, had started rising through the ranks. By the time he was fifteen, he was running the Revenants, and he retired a week short of his eighteenth birthday, knowing the law would be able to do nothing to him.
Word on the street was that Nikolai was back, tempted out of retirement by the promise of one last big caper, one too big for the Revenants to tackle under their current leader and his brain power. He was freelancing, but in charge of the operation.
The cop glanced over at James. He hadn’t moved. The cruelly sensual mouth was whispering something too low to hear, possibly not even in English, as he watched the shapes on the roof begin their descent.
If you're interested in this dark future, friend
angelnanowrimo. It's set in a balkanized US, and the Southern Confederation is essentially a Christo-Taliban state. Other countries of the former US vary from a socialist republic (remnant of the United States) to a pure democracy of mob rule (Lone Star: Texas, Oklahoma) to an anarchist state (Golden Cal: California and Nevada) I'm having great fun with this, and I have a really great helper.
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Date: 2005-11-06 04:02 pm (UTC)