Corporate Man is called in to investigate reports of vile, unethical business practices at Great American Business Company. What he finds there just might destroy him (except we all know the ending to The Tragic Death of Corporate Man so it should be fairly obvious that it can't really destroy him, though it can come close).
Enslaved by the Bonus Whores is an all new Corporate Man Adventure Serial. Chapters will post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
Friday, February 1, 2013
“Down this way. Hurry!” Commander Credit said, holding the greed-gun apparatus out in front of him. He and the rest of the
Union rounded a corner and
were halfway down the hall when the Commander stopped. He swiveled to his left.
“Look! Down there,” said Franklin Buck, pointing to the end of the hall and the small, runty man who stood there.
“After him,” Corporate Man shouted, but Commander Credit held his hand out and stopped him. Then he yanked a panel off the wall nearest him. A small, runty man with a thin moustache was standing on the other side. He hissed and three similar runty men with, more or less, similar moustaches stood behind him and echoed the hiss. They bolted like frightened deer, scattering down a dimly lit hallway, banking into separate side corridors.
rushed after them.
“Should we split up and take them?” Senior asked.
“No,” said Corporate
Man. “Keep us on the real one Commander.”
Around the next corner they saw The Outsourcer disappear into a ventilation duct. A group of maintenance workers moved a section of cubicle paneling across the corridor, blocking the way. Simultaneously, two sections were pulled away and secured in different positions creating new passages going in opposite directions.
“Which way?” shouted
Commander Credit stopped to consult the greed-gun.
“Neither,” he said. Then he strode up to a section of wall and tried to yank it free. It didn’t budge, so he set about dismantling it with tools from his cybernetic arm. Senior Executive approached the remaining maintenance workers and began questioning them.
“Hurry. Hurry,” said Franklin Buck.
“You want to do this, Dollar Boy?” Commander Credit said as he popped the section of wall free. A hand slapped him across the face. A dozen runty men hissed and then bolted away, bounding down the newly opened corridor.
“Little shits,” Commander Credit yelled, charging after them.
The rest of the
Union poured into this new section of darkened
passageways. The scurrying, runty-men
disappeared behind vents, panels, and other trap doors embedded in the pseudo
continued the chase and soon arrived at a junction of five passages. Runty men stood at the far end of each hallway. Middle finger raised.
Carpeted panels swung in and out from various positions along each corridor, concealing each of the five Outsourcer men.
“They just flipped us off,” said Franklin Buck.
Commander Credit checked the greed-gun. His face pinched and he tapped the side of the apparatus. Then her turned around and said, “Back this way.”
More panels swung in and out of the walls and runty men crisscrossed the corridor space, waving obscene gestures, before disappearing out of sight again.
Commander Credit slumped against a wall and shook his head.
“I don’t get it,” he said. “My readings must be off. The Outsourcer isn’t showing up anywhere. I don’t know what to–”
But he didn’t finish. Instead he thrust all his weight into the wall paneling behind him. It gave way, slamming into the empty space beyond, landing on something small and hard.
There was a low grunt, followed by a yowling howl. Commander Credit lifted up the section of wall. A dazed runty man lie beneath it. Commander Credit grabbed The Outsourcer by the collar and yanked him to his feet. Atthe same time the Commander’s snapped his torso forward, his head delivering a nose crushing butt.
The Outsourcer fell to the floor, spurts of blood geysering from his damaged nasal cavities. The walls around the bleeding man opened up and a troupe of runty men bounced into the corridor. Two of them swept up The Outsourcer while the rest flung themselves at Commander Credit.
The first couple of attackers suffered a great deal under the ferocity of the Commander’s defenses, but soon their numbers drove him backward, through the opening in the wall, and into the hallway where the rest of the
The runty men slid the caved in panel back into place and the only sound the
could hear through the restored wall was that of scuffling feet and half-hearted
expletives delivered through a collapsed nasal structure.
“Well, open it back up,” said Business Woman.
“Won’t help,” said Commander Credit. He held up the greed-gun. Indicator lights were in the green again. “They’ll have already reconfigured the corridor and The Outsourcer won’t even be in that direction.”