EVINRUD - 5

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M was relieved to find his shoes untouched on his feet. Getting a new pair in this settlement would be impossible. And he refused to wear another brand. His suit pants were shredded along his thighs where the healer had tended to wounds already near disappeared.

Despite feeling like hell, he swung himself off the high bed, needles and tubes popping from his skin as he reached the floor. What was he, a fuckin’ pin cushion? As expected, the Verag had already switched on beside the bed. A true soldier . Mercury pinched on the leg rope and let the machine share his blood. He and felt a little woozy. He already knew the machine had the prize. They could kill the old man. They had used him too often perhaps…

The rattling cough behind him made him sigh.
“Physician, heal thyself,” he smirked as he turned around to face the old man. “Good job, your services are impeccable as always. How long have I been out?”
The old man was sensibly wary of the cruel machine, giving it a wide berth as he approached M.
“You need longer. It’s only been two days.” He tentatively prodded the fused wound on his patients side.
“Want to bleed the bank account as well, old man.” The cruel smile on his face, reached his eyes. “Just give us the drugs. We have new games to play.”

Fussily sorting through the drawers of pills and liquids, the old man risked the question. “Do you know where he is? Are the trees back.......” he trailed off as M’s burning anger tore up the room. The bottles were snatched from the table and a wad of crumbled money tossed in their place.
“You should know better, old man.”
He stalked to the door with the Verag in pursuit.
“We’ll see you only when... “
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Placing his exquisite black shoes on the counter, he smiled down at the sweet face, undoing his buttons as he appraised the plump lips. Dropping his useless pants to the floor, he now stood naked in the shop and spread his arms wide.
“My Dear, what size do you think I am?” he laughed as the girl pressed the button under her finger and shut the door behind him.

When he emerged half an hour later, a freshly tailored suit covered his body like a second skin. He was still adjusting his belt as he swaggered into the first bar. He leaned over and plucked the bottle from the bartender, “thanks,” and found a chair in the back corner. When would they come looking for him?

He was surprised it took them until half way through the bottle. Loosing their touch perhaps, or just scared? Both likely. The drone looked disdainfully at the bottle sitting on the table.
“Drink?” Mercury inquired.
“They’re expecting you.” The voice was slightly metallic. Funny how they could make them so human, but not get the voice right. Ever. Even the sex bots had crap voices. And they just panted mostly.

“I’m not finished.” A human would have backed off from the warning in his voice, but the drone was unperturbed. It turned and walked toward the door. When opened, it revealed three more of him waiting outside.
“Bringing it with me then,” M grinned, slinging up the bottle as he filed out with his own machine.

Mothers’ even the devil must deal.
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Writing by Jodie DeDauton.