Pickle Pie by George Saoulidis

Author:George Saoulidis
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Mythography Studios
Published: 2018-06-08T04:00:00+00:00

DROP THIRTY-TWO

“Hi, I’m Violator, big fan of yours,” he said, giddy with excitement.

Patty raised an eyebrow.

“His name is Tony. He has trouble differentiating between the real world and the virtual one,” Hector explained, offering drinks for everyone.

“Allow me,” Patty said, touching Hector’s arm. “Always happy to meet a fan,” she smiled at the hacker.

“Good to see you’re awake. Um, not that I stared while you were passed out or anything.” Tony fumbled with his words. “It was just a quick selfie.”

“Oh, my gods, stop talking,” Hector said. He bounced the bag with the square thing across the table to him. “Tell me what this is.”

“Niiice!” Tony said and with a twist, he tore the bag and slapped the pink square on his neck.

Hector was shocked. “What the fuck are you doing? That could be anything, you idiot!”

Tony sniffed. “Nah, it’s the good stuff, top shelf. Goes right where it needs to through transdermal microneedles. Instant addiction.” He pointed at the patch on his neck.

“Stop doing drugs in my house,” Hector deadpanned.

“You gave them to me!” he complained. “Besides, it’s not just any drug, it’s endo.”

“Endo? Like what, endorphin?”

“Exactly. Synthetic, distilled.” Tony stood up and ran laps around the kitchen table, making Hector real angry at him. “It’s a designer drug. Increases cellular restoration, limits fatigue, gives you a rush.” He spoke at a hundred kilometres per hour.

“I’ve heard of it. It’s identical to what the body produces, right?” Patty added, serving the drinks.

Hector noticed that she had regained dexterity in her damaged arm. “Sounds like it. I see your arm is doing well, I’m glad, Pickle.”

She stretched it out. “It’s a bit stiff, but I’m getting there. It’s always a problem with damaged augmentations.”

“Can I-?” Tony stopped circling. He leaned in to touch her cyberarm, frozen still a few centimetres away.

“No,” she said to him, flatly.

“Okay,” he shied away, and drank his entire glass in one go, then kept on buzzing about.

“Don’t give him alcohol when he’s like this,” Hector complained.

“It’s watered down ouzo, barely a finger.”

“Oh. Smart thinking. Have I told you how you keep surprising me every day?”

Patty smiled. “No. Keep saying it.”

“What?” Tony panted, stopping for a moment. “Never mind. I’m going to get something from the periptero. You guys want anything? Think about it, send me a text till I get there.” He darted out of the place.

“Interesting guy,” Patty breathed out when they were left alone.

“If he bothers you too much, don’t slap him or anything ‘cause he’ll enjoy it even more.”

“Good to know.”

“Why would Mamacita give me this?” Hector frowned. He ran a cyberpink search. It was far too much to process. Then he ran a search for ‘Cherry,’ ‘Mamacita,’ ‘Yianni Hondros,’ and read through the results. “What do you know about this guy?”

“He’s one of the biggest owners that don’t have a team. He basically rents out athletes short-term, gouging team-owners with the prices since he fills an immediate need.”

“So he told me, it’s not a secret. But think on his business plan for a moment, he needs athletes to go down.

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