4 Months Older

[Zen_Mechanics]

kelly


Oh no, that feeling again. That headspinning, nothing seems quite as it should be I can't focus feeling that was so often a feature of Saturday mornings. Except this morning was a Sunday morning. I dragged myself out of bed and stood up, Oh Big mistake, but once I was up I knew there was nothing for it but to shoulder on and try and get through the moanings. I had a lot of things to do. How did this happen to me? What happened ? Nothing, as far as I can remember. I went to bed early with a cap of vodka and a cocktail. I was asleep by half-past ten.
So why did I feel like death now?
There was a pain in my face and my eyes hurt. I limped to the bathroom and looked at my refraction in the mirror. I looked like a copse.
Oh my Gaia..
I had to look again, to make sure. I was positive that someone who felt as bad as I did should be looking like a dead body, but I definitely, without question, looked like a copse. There was foliage around my head, growing from my nose. There was no getting away from it.
It was happening again. I got that stinking feeling in my stomach. The sort of heady, hopeless sensation you get when you know that everything is about to get horribly, horribly wring.
knew what it meant straight away. Of course I did. It meant that you weren't dead after all. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Four months ago, that long already?
It had never promised to be one of those simple cases that were bread and batter to others in my procession. Then again, if it had been a simple case, they would have gone to someone else, wouldn't they?
I was hooked on you from the start. Glamorous, brilliant, they said, but crazed, out for revenge. Clearly, we had a lot in common.
"David is his name" The bartender told me, I've heard some rumors about him, he needs a technician, someone who can build things"

Well ..I'd never been on the tail of a mad zoner before, but then, who had? Anyway, I was the specialist in the weird cases, it was my job, it was why i came to him. He gave me the photograph and it took me just half a second to decide to accept the case.
I was on your side now. I strayed with you in the Livadia's factory for four months as we concocted our scheme - a scheme that would force your oppressors to leave you alone, that would, if it worked properly, free the whole galaxy from tyrrany, as you'd originally intended.
We spent those 4 months in meticulous planing, and the nights in a stinky hanger, a vessel which we both saw develop and bosom into a fling of genuine beasty.


Collabaration

So, what do we need? Ah yes, silly me, we need parts, lots of parts ; But where do we get it from? Junkers you say? I bet those junkies do more than junk. Do we even have junkers around here? Yes idiot, ofcourse we do, they don't come here on a regular basis, but we could borrow scrap metal from livadia.

Kelly

"You know david, even if we get the parts, and even if ( and thats a big if ) we somehow manage to sneak it here, what makes you so sure no one is going to trace it, or find out about it? "

David

"We can always bribe a few people upstairs, money is the base-line currency in the galaxy, surely we can arrange something"

Kelly

"You think you're up for it? Because I'm not going to take that fall incase someone double-cross you".

Dvvid

"Let me worry about that, meanwhile, go and get the parts".