Max walked through the foyer with a soccer ball tucked underneath his
arm. He wore a bright yellow t-shirt with a red letters declaring
"DENY". He was stopped at a checkpoint by a security guard and passed
through a metal scanner.
You could tell it was a soccer ball and that
the words "Official" were printed in bold red letters on it. He hit the 'up' button on the elevator and stepped inside just as the muzak version
of Momma We're All Crazy Now started.
Max smiled.
He answered his cellphone since it was vibrating against his leg like a dog in heat.
"Yo," he said.
"Where
are you, Max?" Goner asked. It sounded like he was involved in a huge
battle as explosions and gunfire could be heard in the background.
"I'm just about there," he said. "Keep your pants on."
The line went dead as Goner hung up.
As
he stepped through the door onto the roof he dropped the soccer ball onto
the gravel and gave it a tiny kick up. He keyed his cellphone and hit
*666 and then spoke, "You got it."
He gave the ball a kick and watched it sail into the air.
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The Ballad of Siskel and Ebert...
It seemed like they had backed themselves into a corner that they couldn't get out of.
Hundreds of rounds smacked the cement pillar that Angst was standing behind; she didn't dare move from the haven yet. She was waiting for a lull in the hail of bullets to return firing. She was down to using just one uzi, since she had lost its twin earlier in the evening.
"So how many do you think are out there?" Angst asked.
"I gather a heck of a lot," Frank quipped. He was reloading his gun and he shot her a wink.
"So what are we going to do?" she questioned.
"Do I look like Butch Cassidy?" Frank quipped. "And you are no Sundance."
She stood there trying to decipher Frank's cryptic code. Trying to figure out what the heck he was getting at.
Max slid across the floor and stopped at Frank's feet.
"She's lost, isn't she?" Max told Frank. "Once we get out of this we are going to have to download that movie for her."
Hundreds of rounds smacked the cement pillar that Angst was standing behind; she didn't dare move from the haven yet. She was waiting for a lull in the hail of bullets to return firing. She was down to using just one uzi, since she had lost its twin earlier in the evening.
"So how many do you think are out there?" Angst asked.
"I gather a heck of a lot," Frank quipped. He was reloading his gun and he shot her a wink.
"So what are we going to do?" she questioned.
"Do I look like Butch Cassidy?" Frank quipped. "And you are no Sundance."
She stood there trying to decipher Frank's cryptic code. Trying to figure out what the heck he was getting at.
Max slid across the floor and stopped at Frank's feet.
"She's lost, isn't she?" Max told Frank. "Once we get out of this we are going to have to download that movie for her."
The Lapse of Max...
The detective questioning Max that evening in the hospital looked at him with no expression and said, "What the hell happened?"
Lying in the comfort of the hospital bed, with needles stuck in his arm, Max Cube flashed the detective a toothy smile; he wasn't sure if he was ever going to explain what the heck had happened. He wasn't even too sure himself of what was going on, but it felt like his brain was made from Swiss cheese.
Max opened his mouth to say something but then a woman entered the room and turned with a look of recognition. He knew her from somewhere but he didn't know where exactly.
Maggie entered the hospital room and paused when she saw the detective; she shot Max a wink and then turned toward the other man. "Is there anything I can help with?"
"Well, for starters, who are you? And what is your connection to him?" the detective asked.
"I am Anne Wilson and I am his psychiatrist," Maggie said with cold severity. "He had left the ward that he was staying in 36 hours ago. I was hoping that he would show up sooner or later."
Lying in the comfort of the hospital bed, with needles stuck in his arm, Max Cube flashed the detective a toothy smile; he wasn't sure if he was ever going to explain what the heck had happened. He wasn't even too sure himself of what was going on, but it felt like his brain was made from Swiss cheese.
Max opened his mouth to say something but then a woman entered the room and turned with a look of recognition. He knew her from somewhere but he didn't know where exactly.
Maggie entered the hospital room and paused when she saw the detective; she shot Max a wink and then turned toward the other man. "Is there anything I can help with?"
"Well, for starters, who are you? And what is your connection to him?" the detective asked.
"I am Anne Wilson and I am his psychiatrist," Maggie said with cold severity. "He had left the ward that he was staying in 36 hours ago. I was hoping that he would show up sooner or later."
A Brand of Adventure Awaits...
Suki awaited for the arrival of the car; she stood there leaning up
against a pillar playing with a yo-yo. Akimoto sat at a bench
reading the paper and munching on an apple; it'd been a while since he had eaten an apple and he loved the tangy taste of it.
Max was by the cigarette machine trying to figure out what brand he was in the mood for. Looking at the brand names and studying them like an archeologist at a dig site.
Suki wandered over to Max and let the yo-yo tap him on the shoulder.
"You shouldn't bother a person when he is doing a reading," he told her without turning towards her.
"A reading?" Suki questioned.
Max didn't reply, he just reached for a knob... but he wasn't getting that sensation, so he moved over to the next one and his hand trembled a bit.
"Bingo," Max said and he pulled at the handle.
Max was by the cigarette machine trying to figure out what brand he was in the mood for. Looking at the brand names and studying them like an archeologist at a dig site.
Suki wandered over to Max and let the yo-yo tap him on the shoulder.
"You shouldn't bother a person when he is doing a reading," he told her without turning towards her.
"A reading?" Suki questioned.
Max didn't reply, he just reached for a knob... but he wasn't getting that sensation, so he moved over to the next one and his hand trembled a bit.
"Bingo," Max said and he pulled at the handle.
Waking with the Marmalade
Max awoke. He was lying on a bed in a small room, and no one was saying "Poke him again," which was a good sign.
He glanced around his room; the window was open and he could hear the sound of the city beyond it.
His first thought that he was somewhere European, maybe a bed & breakfast kind of establishment.
He swung his legs from the bed and touched the wooden floor, and as his feet moved he could feel a tingling sensation shoot up them.
Outside his window he heard Frank arguing with a man, though it sounded French.
I don't know French.
And yet he could make out the gist of the conversation. Frank was asking the man about a tall slender fellow that was rumored to appear in a blinding flash of light, naked as a jaybird.
Max leaned out the window and saw Frank standing below, and off to one side he could see Angst leaning up against a car painting her nails. He was going to say something but the door to his room opened.
Max turned to see who entered.
He glanced around his room; the window was open and he could hear the sound of the city beyond it.
His first thought that he was somewhere European, maybe a bed & breakfast kind of establishment.
He swung his legs from the bed and touched the wooden floor, and as his feet moved he could feel a tingling sensation shoot up them.
Outside his window he heard Frank arguing with a man, though it sounded French.
I don't know French.
And yet he could make out the gist of the conversation. Frank was asking the man about a tall slender fellow that was rumored to appear in a blinding flash of light, naked as a jaybird.
Max leaned out the window and saw Frank standing below, and off to one side he could see Angst leaning up against a car painting her nails. He was going to say something but the door to his room opened.
Max turned to see who entered.
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