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“We should
find a… container of some sort.
Something a little stronger maybe.
And more opaque,” Mr. Jones said as they walked through the Shepley’s
towards the electronics department.
“And why is
that?” Tanya asked.
“Well… The
Greed. He’s twitching.”
“What?”
“Twitching.”
“I heard that
part. I’m not deaf. What I didn’t understand was your statement. I thought we already dealt with The Greed,” Tanya
said. She grabbed Mr. Jones by the
shoulder, stopped him in the aisle, and took a good look at his face. His eyes were dancing back and forth. He was either hiding something or very
embarrassed.
“Out with it,”
she said.
“The Greed,”
his said, shoulders slumping. Then he
pulled a zippered freezer bag from beneath his shirt and held it in front of
him.
Tanya leaned
forward to get a closer look. “What’s
that you got – Ah!” She jumped about
four feet. “Is that what I–”
“Yes.”
“Why the
hell–”
“Cause, we’ll
need it.”
“What for?”
“You’ll see.”
“Nasty.”
“I know.”
“That, right
there, is nasty.”
“I know.”
“There’s food
in this place. It’s part of a grocery
store.”
“Yeah. Got it.”
“You sure
do. And the bag you’ve got it in… is
clear.”
“Yep. And it’s twitching.”
Tanya
froze. Her face was almost completely
devoid of expression. Unless of course
the expression was meant to convey that she had, in fact, heard the previous
statement but was clearly choosing to ignore it and not believe it at the same
time.
“Twitching?”
she finally said, her teeth never quite unclenching.
“Yeah, I
know. Nasty,” Mr. Jones said, mocking
her tone.
“Why?”
“I think it
senses someone really greedy in here.”
“Aw god, not
this again,” Tanya said, turning away and putting her hands on her hips.
“No, not like
that,” said Mr. Jones poking at the sausage-sized slug-lumps in the freezer
bag. “In this de-powered state it only
senses those that are truly connected to all of this.”
“All of what?”
“You know, the
big guns. The corporations and the
politicos that pull our economic strings.
We can use these pieces to go on the offensive. To track the bastards down.”
Tanya sighed
and shook her head.
“Yeah, okay,
whatever. Just don’t ask me to hold, or
touch, or even look at that bag.”
