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“Yes, Little Brother.  What do you need?” Damion suppressed a snicker knowing Abyss hated when he was called that.  Damion was one of three people that could get away with openly making fun of Abyss, and the only male at that.

“Your item has been located, but you will need to retrieve it.”  Abyss growled.  “I did what you asked, you’re on your own from here.  I am going hunting and getting away from all these crowds I have been stuck in doing your work.”  The line went dead, as Abyss turned off his collar radio.  Damion knew it would be a few weeks at least till Abyss even considered turning it back on.

Images flooded Damion’s brain as he pulled the information he needed from Abyss’s brain.  By the time he made it to his car, he knew where he needed to go, and what he was looking for.  As he drove toward New Flag he dialed his radio. “What do you need, Boss?” came the reply.

“I need about 10 cases of soda.  5 cherry and 5 orange. I will also need Cookies, Cake, and Fresh fruit to feed about 200 people. All to be delivered to the Orphanage in New Flagg. Let me know when you have it arranged.”

Damion smiled and thought to himself, “Joe is going to lose the rest of his hair by the time I am done.”


Joe Spivey's picture

((Poor old Joe, he has a hard life. I was about to say that women are the only common factor in all of his woes. But then, if you think about it, it is he who is the common factor in all theirs. So perhaps his situation is self inflicted, n'est-ce pas?

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

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