4.c.
“I can’t
believe we’re just walking in,” said Business Woman.
“I’m tired of
the games. And besides, not only is this
the simplest, most expedient solution, but it’s also the most unexpected,”
Corporate Man said.
“Is that
because we just performed similar maneuvers at their north side office and they
wouldn’t expect us to try it twice in one day?” Business Woman asked.
Corporate Man
did not reply.
Business Woman
shook her head and said, “These are the same people that left you mindless and
pooping yourself in a hospital for a decade.”
“A decade?”
Franklin Buck asked. “And wait, wasn’t
his awakening a recent thing? How are
you even walking? Your legs should be
atrophied and you–”
“Well put,
Business Woman,” Corporate Man said quickly, raising his voice. “That they did. And I would
like some vengeance for that, but this is less about me and more about saving
the economy. Let’s go.”
They climbed
out of the conveniently acquired van and marched across Jacob
Center Plaza
toward the tower. Supply and Demand
stood on either side of the bossman, each gripping one of his wrists. Senior Executive and Fair Wage followed
closely behind. Franklin Buck the Dollar
Man and Business Woman flanked Corporate Man who was at the lead.
Franklin Buck
felt a bit queasy being in such company.
He wondered if he had what it took to stand with heroes like these. Heroes he’d idolized as a kid. He wondered if his father would have been
proud. He wondered who they would cast
as him if they ever made a movie about these events. And then he pictured them all walking
together toward the tower, up against the mighty corporate conglomerate, odds
stacked against them.
This would be
shot in slow motion. He was quite
certain of that. And in the movie there
would be a strong breeze and, Hollywoodized as it would undoubtedly be, they would
all have capes and masks and those capes would billow about while the music
swelled.
And then they
were climbing the steps up to the lobby entrance and Franklin Buck the Dollar
Man wondered if all of those heroic types in all of those movies also fought
triumphantly to keep the contents of their stomachs stationary and squeezed
like crazy to keep their bladders from dousing the crotch of their suits.