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The smell of sweat and blood and tears, the sound bare of feet on a concrete floor. Soft flesh and bone colliding. A loud chorus of people shouting and smoking and drinking. The smell of motor oil and leather hanging in the stale air. A group of people were huddled around two half naked men knocking the shit out of each other.
“Where the fuck is Bernie?” Mojang hissed as he reclined on a large broken office chair with a large back. The wheels and stand of which were broken off and he just sat on it as it sat on the floor like a low throne. A sexy biker chick in her underwear straddled him as he slouched back into the chair.
She leant over him with a needle and a trail of dental floss. She delicately sewed up what was left of his eye “Keep still baby”. She said as she pressed her slinky tattooed flesh against his.
Mojang had set himself up in a garage on the far side of town as his base. The smell of motor oil and the tools and spare parts clanging put his mind at ease.
He’d holed up in the dilapidated office and the rest of his crew were getting lit on the garage floor. They took out a couple of scrappy survivors they picked up on their day raiding and set up a little fight club.
There was a ring of drunken bikers on the concrete floor of the shop. They surrounded a skinny office clerk. As he pounded the cartilage of a fat barista against the concrete floor. Until a satisfying greasy wet snapping sound cut a swathe through the loud drunken crowd. The clerk pounded his sweaty mitts into the stubbly fat face of the barista against the grey concrete. Hot wet slapping sounds of meat and bone colliding on the cold wet floor. Rivulets of muddy crimson blood that would make Jackson Polluck cry manly tears. Until he stopped shaking and a viscous red bile started pouring from his nose and mouth.
“We got a winner!” A hairy biker in a leather waistcoat picked up the dazed skinny office clerk up by his skinny slick wrist. Propping him up with his other hand under his armpit wrapping around his chest. The office clerk; almost conscious, panted out a relieved smile just to be alive and to be called a winner. Feeling like he was on top of an anthill as his eyes rolled back in his skull.
Bernie watched from a darkened corner as they took the ‘winner’. They threw his almost lifeless skinny body in the net of half dead twitching corpses. Laughing as they did it.
Bernie perched in the corner next to an old payphone bolted to the wall. He rested the receiver against his ear speaking soft. “I hear you, tomorrow, can’t wait.” He tried to hold a smile back tightening his face as he looked about the dim garage. Lit only by unwieldy camp fires and generator operated standing lights. Hanging up the phone with a tight satisfying clicking sound.
As the crowd got a little quieter, coming down off that wave of excitement. Bernie could hear his name being hoarsely shouted “Bernie! Get your fat jew ass in here!”
Bernie unfolded his arms and sighed with an icey aggression. His eyes dipping out of frustration peeling himself off the cold concrete wall of the garage.
He popped the door of the office open. It was one of those thin plastic doors you afraid to yank right off. He stuck his head around the door like a temp. “You call me?”
“Take a seat.” Mojang said through the girl still straddling him sewing up his eye. He didn’t move from his seated position.
“There isn’t another chair in here”
“Then stand” Mojang said as he moved the half naked girl of his crotch. “Two minutes”.
The girl trounced out of the small office. She dragged a feminine two day old musk behind her as she shut the door with a definitive bang.
“Was there something?” Bernie said as he turned around looking at the closed door, his eyes careless.
“How does it look?” Mojang speaking to a bike rear view mirror he held up in front of his face. He tilted it down revealing his sewn up eye. It was swollen and bloody, it looked like there was a red baseball stuck in his skull.
“You talk to him? The man? He called you?” Mojang reclined in the seat and tilted his head to one side.
“Yeah I talked to him”
“You didn’t call me”
“You were busy”
“Uh huh, well what does he want? Do they have the scores?” Mojang seethed, his eyes scanning every inch of Bernie as he sat in his relaxed position.
“Err, yeah but that’s not why he called. Said there’s gonna be a drop. Not even a block away, good shit” Bernie said grinning and rubbing his stubbly face.
“’Good shit’ huh? Ok. We’ll take it, tomorrow. This whole town is gonna burn. That fatboy and his bitch included”.
“I heard about that, some kid did that to your face”
“You heard about it huh? From who? The man?”
“Around” Bernie snorted as he pulled out a candy bar from his pocket and began noisily opening it. “Some pudgy twelve year old fucks you up, people talk about.” He smiled as he took a bite out of the candy bar. Strings of caramel and nougat dangling on his bottom lip as he chewed and snorted.
“Uh huh, yeah it’s pretty fucking funny.” Mojang hopped out of his seat from his almost comatose angle. He stood a good foot over Bernie as he munched the candy bar obnoxiously.
“You gotta see the funny side, you lose an eye, you still got another one. We’ll get him tomorrow, his bitch too, you’ll see, you want a bite?” Bernie snuffled with the candy bar in his mouth. He smiled breaking off a piece and offered it to Mojang as he closed in on him.
“Yeah we will” Mojang said. A vicious smile stitched on his face as he clutched Bernie by his jaw. Forcing him against the chip board walls of the small office with a dull thud. Snatching the candy bar out of Bernie’s hand he forced it into his gaping face. Wiping it all over with a forceful hand. His neck snapping back painfully spitting out the wrapper. He groaned as Mojang delivered a powerful uppercut under his ribs. He slid down the wall stunned by the sudden controlled burst of aggression. “Now get the fuck out of here”.
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