Divine Terror

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    La Generación del Atardecer Presenta: Divine Terror, último trozo de la saga Business as usual. En el hostil mundo periférico de Karsonis, un agente de vigilancia y detección acorrala a su presa.


    -Creative destruction, a capitalist thing-

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    [Old water pump and supply station #15]

     
    “Have you seen the well-to-do Up and down Park Avenue

    On that famous thoroughfare with their noses in the air
    High hats, and arrow collars white spats, and lots of dollars
    Spending every dime For a wonderful time.”
    [Fred Astaire | Puttin’ on the Ritz]

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    BORU Street’s secret machinations were revealed during the Karrolo trial through rattling wiretap recordings and the testimony of cooperating witnesses, who came into court with bowed heads, pointing fingers at their accomplices. The financial gangsters even invented an elaborate code to hide their crimes quike alike common thieves, who speak in codified jargon on tape after tape these financial leviathans were recorded uttering phrases like «get them dimes out» or «fancy the the right level» or «you’re hanging out to dry» – all code words used to manipulate the interest rates on municipal bonds design for the colonization effort of the outer rims planets. The only thing that made this trial different from a typical mob trial was the scale of the crime.

    I dismounted my steed on the roots of a hill; I climbed my way to the top of the hill, once there I put my chin close to the ground and crawled the rest of the way on that hill, seeking to have a better navigational understanding of my position and the situation. Just a few seconds of scanning the terrain around the hill and there it was, the supply station at last, I could observe it completely from the hill I was spying from. Movement could be seen within the small supply station with a water pump, el Carrión sweeping the floor of his tiny hiding place, revising the engine parts of the water supply station and walking by the balcony of the station to look at the horizon. Now to do my duty as it was asked by my contractor. I mounted my metallic beast and rode onto the direction of the station. I drove my metallic beast close into the perimeter of the supply station, the Carrión spotted me once I rode forward into his sight of vision, Im going to be a regular stranger looking for supplies nothing to worry about on his head, just another passerby, the last passerby he would ever come in contact with. As I arrived into the station to Carrion’s hide out, I got off my beast and I could see the target was inside cleaning the building, cleaning the counter desk of this small joint. The inside of the supply station was opaque, right along the side of the train tracks, it had a wooded balcony and floor, concrete walls and a zinc roof.

    [Jelly Roll Morton | Dead Man Blues]
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    No Quarter

    “Good day sir» said Carrión

    «Good day»

    «Hellish weather aint it?»

    “Sure it is»

    «So what can I do you for fella?”

    “I’ll just have some tobacco, two rows of em”.

    “Ahhh a fellow smoker” Carrión says as he points toward his wood pipe over some new papers.

    «Well you know what they say,» I reply «‘he who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest consolation, next to that which comes from heaven’.»

    “Indeed” Carrión said slowly, “indeed”, he said once again, “fine words for a fine product. You’re in luck my friend; I just received some fresh spices from the last train that passed thought here not 5 hours ago, let me get them for you, and perhaps we can have a smoke together”.

    “But of course”. I reply.

    «Virtue without terror is impotent, terror without virtue is blind no?
    I accept this, I don’t have any problem, I don’t have any problem.» 
    [Slavoj Zizek]

    He smiles at me and turns his back on me to reach the tobacco/merchandise on the, that’s where I pull out my gun and point at his cranium. I know he knows.

    “Please don’t…” But before Carrión could get another syllable out of his mouth to sweet talked his way out of the situation, two bullets leave my pistol, they travel across the opaque spaces of the old water pump and supply station of Karsonis, then, arriving at soft tissue, they penetrate the ribcage in close proximity one of the other, straight into the heart. The body falls dead. “No last words for you Mr. Carrión, you see, this was for mere a contract, yet a vendetta as well, for you gave professionals all over the cosmos a nasty name with your clumsy schemes” I uttered as I walked over to the body, confirming the bastard was neutralized, “you had a good run, thats what everyone can ask for”. Wielding an efficient machete I move the body and I hack away at the back of his neck, the first blow went half way in, the tissue and the bone split open like a bamboo, releasing a current of blood, which flowed from that severed tissue into the wood floor, a few more blows did the job. I place the head in a freezing chamber, so that my employer can have his trophy. Indeed, there’s nothing like a job well done.

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