6.b.
“Move and I’ll
jack your interest rate up so high you won’t be able to afford your minimum
payment,” the trench coated man with the square-barreled gun said. A puzzled look flashed across his face and he
opened his mouth, as if to speak, but said nothing further.
Senior
Executive pushed between the two men and said, “It’s Corporate
Man.
He’s with me.”
The man
lowered the square-barreled gun and said, “I… I thought you were dead.”
“Not for a
lack of effort on their part,” said Corporate Man.
Business Woman
stepped forward, put her hands on her hips, and eyed the man in the trench
coat. “So… Are you working for us or for
them?”
“Me,” said
Senior Executive. “I hired him.”
“Um… Maybe
this is a stupid question, but who is this guy?” Franklin Buck asked.
“Commander
Credit,” said Fair Wage. “An associate
of a sort.”
“He’s kind of
like a gun for hire,” said Supply.
“Yeah. And his loyalties are fluid at best. Aren’t they?” Demand added, glaring at
Commander Credit.
“You still
haven’t gotten over that?” said Commander Credit. “What was that? Two decades ago or more? It was just business.”
“Maybe for you
but–”
“Okay
people. Let’s put the past aside for a
second and focus on the here and now,” said Corporate
Man.
He looked at Senior Executive and nodded.
“I’ve been in
negotiations with the good commander ever since I received the summons to the
Break Room,” Senior Executive said, taking the visual cue from Corporate
Man.
“We managed to finalize our agreement a few moments before the Union
entered this tower. It would have been
nice to have his aid on this floor, but at least we’ll have some extra backup
now.”
“Hey. How’d you get up here anyway?” asked Franklin
Buck.
“The
elevator.”
“Wait, what
about the stairs?”
“What stairs?”
“You didn’t
climb that never ending staircase?”
“Why would I,”
said Commander Credit. “There’s an
elevator.”
Franklin Buck
blinked and looked abashed. He opened
his mouth. Part of a syllable managed to
escape, but then he closed his mouth again and looked away.
“How did you
get past the retina scanner and the hand print identification?” asked Business
Woman.
“Let’s just
say that I’ve had dealings in this building before and benefit from past
associations.”
The comments
encouraged more than one glare.
“Why are you
guys all wet?” Commander Credit asked.
“Can we just get
into the elevator now?” asked Senior Executive.
Corporate Man
seconded the idea and the Union joined Commander Credit
inside. Franklin Buck made an indignant
gasp and gestured toward the panel of buttons.
“Is this… Are
you telling me we didn’t need… And the
sharks and the crushing was…”
This continued
as the elevator rose up to the twenty-sixth floor.