Reboot by Larry Buenafe

Author:Larry Buenafe [Buenafe, Larry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-23T16:00:00+00:00

-(SVC) Contact has been made. I don’t think we should do any more than what we have done so far; it is already bordering on suspicious. Tomorrow they’ll make their big push, and we’ll see how that goes.

-(SRB) Ahh, see here, Director, I must be going. I have work to do, you know. I can’t be dallying here all day.

-Oh, no, I need you to stick around. I’m enjoying your company. Plus, it’s time for lunch, right?

****

H assim accompanied us as we strolled away from the government buildings toward the center of town to find a hotel room for the night. After traversing back toward the lake and almost the whole length of the Eixo Monumental, we reached a row of hotels stretching out on both sides of the main thoroughfare. It was dusk; there were quite a few people on the street who appeared homeless, and an occasional small group of teens, some of whom seemed suspiciously like they were looking for people they could steal from.

We had decided to stay in the same hotel as Hassim, which we thought would be convenient, and it was about a kilometer further north. As we neared an intersection, a group of four young males came around the corner, and Hassim said, “Don’t worry, friends. Let me handle this.”

He approached the young man at the front of the group and said, in Portuguese, “We have nothing for you to take. Please, just pass by and we will do the same.”

The young man pulled aside his jacket and showed a knife. “Just give us your cell phones and money and we’ll let you go. We might take that girl with us, though,” he growled, pointing to me.

Chuckling, Hassim said, “I don’t think you will be able to get her to go with you. Look, just put the knife away and no one will get hurt.”

Another of the group pulled out a knife, and then Hassim flew into action; his foot flashed out, catching the lead thug right in the nose; he went down in a lump as Hassim spun low, using his other foot to sweep the legs out from under the second thug, who fell backward, smacking his head on the pavement. Hassim held his hands out to the other two thugs, as if to say, ‘Well?’, and they dashed off around the corner, their shoes flapping on the concrete.

Some of the homeless people nearby clapped and hollered as we turned to go. “You have to watch where you are at night around here,” Hassim said as we strolled past the two unconscious hoodlums.

“Hey, not bad,” said Cheri, glancing back, “but next time, I have dibs.”

We didn’t run into any more trouble on our way to the hotel and checked in easily. Our room and Hassim’s were on opposite sides of the hotel, and before going to our rooms we decided to go to the hotel’s restaurant. As we tried to enter, though, they stopped us because I was still wearing the tank top and shorts, and Cheri was not wearing a shirt with a collar.

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