Corporate
Man slowed as he near the top of the stairs.
There was a door up there. A sign
proclaimed that it lead to the roof.
Corporate Man sighed. The problem
with the top was that there was only ever one direction to go once you’d made
it there. He did not foresee a pleasant
ending to this business.
He opened
the door.
Corporate
Lackeys, mindless human drones in cheap suits, grabbed his arms and yanked him
through the door. They flung him across
the roof to another pair of Lackeys.
These had their hands locked together and were attempting a clothesline
maneuver that was ridiculously avoidable when telegraphed in a two man
team. Corporate Man slid beneath the
attack, grabbed hold of his bumbling attacker’s forearms, and used them as a
makeshift parallel bar to reverse his direction.
The effects
of this tactic were unorthodox, but ultimately successful. Corporate Man cast himself up and over the
clothesliners, heading feet first into the original two Lackeys. The clothesliners were pulled together with
tremendous force and slammed face first into each other. The result was four unconscious Lackeys.
Corporate
Man kept his footing and strode forward as the four settled to the ground in a
chorus of “oof”s.
“You truly are everything they say
you are, Corporate Man. ”
Corporate Whore stood against the
edge at the far side of the roof, brushing her hands together.
“I figured it out, you know?” she
said. “When you failed to show up for
work, and Pink Slip disappeared, I retraced the events that led up to your
employment. It was Tess.”
Corporate Man continued to advance
toward her, saying nothing.
“She recruited you in an effort to
take me down.” said Corporate Whore.
“She was my Plan B.
Unfortunately, you can’t count on Corporate Lackeys to do a job right.”
Corporate man paused. “What are you talking about?”
Corporate Whore shrugged and
grinned, as though what she were about to tell him was just the darndest thing.
“I ordered them to bring Miss Adams up here, tie her up with some rope, and
hang her over the side of the building.
I wanted to use her as leverage against you. A sort of ‘back off or I drop her’ kind of
arrangement.”
Corporate Whore shrugged again but
did not continue.
“And?” asked Corporate
Man.
“They hung her. She’s dead.
On top of that they fastened her to the building with some sort of slip
knot and she dropped to the pavement when I tried to pull her up. She’s down on the street right now. Causing a big fuss it seems.”
He wanted to scream but would not
give her the satisfaction. Then he screamed anyway and ran at her. He covered the distance moments, shoved
Corporate Whore aside, and peered over the edge.
On the street, thirty stories
below, a crowd gathered around something.
He couldn’t see the body, but there was a lot of blood. He screamed again and turned toward Corporate
Whore, intent on killing her. She was
quicker at implementing her plan and slammed into him from behind yelling,
“Bypassing Plan C. This is Plan D.”
Corporate pitched over the side of
the building and plummeted toward the pavement.