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“Are you
positive,” said the woman with far too many teeth.
“One of my
scouts just reported from Price Killers, he’s tracking them through the
low-price warehouse right now,” a voice full of crackle and static responded
The woman with
far too many teeth always used the speaker phone option on her cell phone. She feared the radiation from mobile units
would accelerate aging. What she what
she had not accounted for was that in her efforts to decipher the garbled
speech coming from her phone, she would often scowl. This caused two deep furrows to cut through
her brow. Over time this left her with a
permanent set of vertical wrinkles.
“Do not
engage,” she said, fighting the urge to grin and allow all her teeth to
show. “I’ve got the helicopter on stand
by. I’m on my way.”
She wasn’t
supposed to be using the tech boys for this kind of work, by they were out in
the field, nearest to Corporate Man’s current location, and she didn’t want to
risk losing him. She wasn’t authorized
to commandeer the helicopter either and landing in on the roof of a Price
Killers in the downtown area would, no doubt, cause a shit storm. But once she had Corporate Man, all would be
forgiven.