Chapter Ten
The dream was green, shimmering lights in a canopy of leaves, chatting ringing in her ears, alien and grotesque, lights pulsed in her eyes and stone sored into the sky. The saftey she knew was gone, so small was she, so alone. She cried out words that ment Mum and others that ment Dad though she knew they had never given birth to her. Slime oozed through the bracken. The smell of woodsmoke held her rigid. Protien singed the air, no cooking from those fires. She cried again, helpless. The air was rent by a trilling.
The Punk sat up feeling confined by her clothing. The still suit chaffed reguardless of design. Her new alarm clock was at least working, she frowned wondering about where the old one had actually vanished too. After shower she put the decontaminated suit back on – it didn’t help with the chaffing. She was going to have to stop sleeping in the thing. She frowned at the thought.
Training was due to start in fifteen minutes she wondered if they put breakfast on for you but some how doubted it. She forced the uniform on over the top of the still suit it was still basically a perfect fit. She was glad she hadn’t been given the dress uniform but then Lennon knew exactly how she would have reacted to that. As she left the room, thoughts of Lennon and of Snake filled her head.
Could she really blame Lennon? She still loved him too, this was the first time this had happened, the first time she had found a dead lover back from the grave and decades on. It was strange, she smiled a twisted smile of course it had happened the other way round a few times. When she had seen she was hurting her love so and there was someone else that they could be with she had faked her own death or si,ply disappeared and cried her heart out in the woods, in a cave, on a boat. The issue was when the man she had left in he’s thrities found her in his 60’s. A few times she had been taken for a nice or daughter, once taken back as a third wife and once pronounced a witch.
She stared out of the windows of the cruise island. They were just the ones she remembered. She had stayed with a few men who had grown old on her. She smiled sadly at the reactions some people had had to the thought she was fucking sugar daddies, if she loved them when they were young she loved them when they were old. Besides sex didn’t matter not the way people often thought it did. Hotness – now hotness and initial fuckability that was something else, though there where sixty year olds she would and had climbed into the beds off.
A few times sex had been her survivial, nothing got in the way of that, well most of the time. Of course hanging around here on the Cruise Island when she should be high tailing was not the smart option. Men! They always got her into trouble one way or another. She realised she’d been day dreaming too long – there was no time to grab anything to eat and she had to run the rest of the way to the training center.
Rookie was standing at the door looking at his time piece and tutty and shaking his head ‘late on your first day!’ he said with glee, ‘that will have to go in the report.’ he said malicously. Gazz rolled his eyes.
‘Your watch is set fast now leave the girl alone Francise!’ Rookies smile fadded and he glared at her. Training was pretty boring she sat in front of a terminal and filled in forms and answered multi choice questions and watched a few videos which were insipid, slow and full of the dimmest security gaurds she had ever seen. She supposed they were catering for the lowest dinominator.
Gazz made her a mug of tea, the plastic mugs never did seem right to her – she liked the heat conduction of porcaline personally – she used to use it to keep her hands warm. The rooms air con was set to have the room slightly below what was comftable – it was thought to help you think if you were cold. Punk wasn’t so sure and fought the desire to let her teeth rattle.
He then took her to a range come gym to show her how to use the weapons they where allowed. ‘You’ll be entering as a level one – everyone does but I think with your coordination and stuff you should move up quickly, if thats what you want’ he added in a rush. She nodded. As a level one she got a comms unit and armour. ‘I’ll be training you up for the higher levels anyway – we are really really short and it’s almost pirate season.’ he said nervously combing his fingers through his short metalic grey hair. Pirate season was not good. Especially if the plateform had lost most of it’s security staff anyway.
‘How many of us are there for Pirate Season?’ she asked nervously. He smiled wanely.
‘At the moment? About 14, 16 if we include you and Lennon but Lennon is technically an invalid and you need to pass several levels before you would count.’
She swollowed and stared at him, ‘please telll me you are joking’ he shook his head – she knew he hadn’t been but she had to ask.
‘You’re gonna start off with the crap stuff like walking around the kiddies play areas picking up litter and stuff.’ She nodded again, ‘you have to do so many hours before we can boost you up.’ he said, she nodded. ‘I like to do a training session at least twice a week if your up for that?’ she nodded. He sighed and squeezed her shoulder – she couldn’t feel the gesture through the uniform. ‘I know why your doing this and I know you’ll need the money quick so I will give you max shifts and stuff.’ She looked at him gratefully. ‘This is still going to be quiet a pay cut though.’ she nodded thinking she must be becoming dim she couldn’t say anything her throat had restricted on her.
Posted: Thursday, November 18th, 2010 @ 7:21 pm
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