(Continued …)
SCENE: Back of truck leaving warehouse. Prosby about to find they want him to bring them the love of his life, the long-missing Burnees.
Ghosts. They were out in force tonight. You can see them out of the corner of your eye. Electric flashes, low glows and aural deceptions. Faces. Lots of faces.
Prosby knew he should have gone to the Underground sooner then he did. And stopping in that old tavern wasn’t the brightest thing he’s done either.
The trouble was and still is getting access to the Underground, a system of caves and tunnels all over the world providing shelter and comfortable living now that the Surface was hostile to living things.
But first he had to get away from these threatening people.
Dani, the woman with the jumpsuit came in. She and Prosby talked. She flirted unabashedly. Prosby knew she’d just as soon kill him with a quick jab in the eye with one of her 8-inch silver plated ice picks. Each had different handles, polished mahogany, ivory and bone.
Prosby knew this because she carried what looked to be about eight of these shiny weapons in a sort-of holster around her hips.
Seeing him eye the silver picks, she deftly, before he could move, held one up to the corner of his eye.
“I could pop your eye out like a cherry,” she said, smiling slightly. “Put it on top of a milkshake.”
She moved the pick around his eye over his nose and onto his lips.
Prosby did not flinch or move. He figured he’d lose an eye in the deal, but would choke her out before she could pull the pick out of his eye. Prosby had formal training from the best. He was very good with his hands.
“I can also enter your brain through the roof of your mouth. She tapped his teeth twice before holstering and walking away.
Dani led a gang that smuggled in high grade pharmaceuticals for illicit use. Stuff like prescription opioid pills, liquid morphine, amphetamines and various psychedelics.
Most of that stuff was impossible to make in the Underground because however hostile the Surface had become, it still contained the ancient laboratories where the drugs could be made in volumee.
Dani, told Prosby the Guardians were honing in on their business and had killed several of Dani’s Men — the name she gave her organization. Not a shy woman.
The Guardians, a quasi governmental agency charged with keeping the peace and knocking down any insurrections, was by default, the acting city government. They were officially investigating the Bang (the night the world shook).
Florida was one major entry point, to the Underground. But you had to know which of the hundreds of freshwater springs, which bubbled up into surface pools, provided the doorway.
There were several doorways to the Underground at the bottom of Florida’s freshwater springs. Prosby had been headed to Orlando where there were said to be multiple doorways.
But there were also 100s of DIzz Robots, animatronic, killers created by the Creekers, a band of approximately 4,000 people, ancestors of the security, police and fire district that gained power and wealth through their takeover of a massive amusement park several hundred years ago. From its origins,the park was a worldwide destination for families and children. It later slid into a major casino and gambling operation bringing in the attendant leeches of drugs, sex for sale and corruption. The Creekers, who already had legislative autonomy from oversight, seized and maintained control with their Dizz robots, which once were used to educate children about USA and world history.
Abraham Lincoln alone is said to have killed more than a 100 people trying to get to the Underground. The Lincoln Dizz bot is said to recite the “Gettysburg Address” as it kills its victim.
The Creekers held an unholy alliance with the Guardians whose DC-based organization was essentially the US government. The Creekers lived in the ruins of the vast 40-square https://myvinylcountdown.com/his-and-hurricanes-a-serial-story/mile amusement park.
From Dani, Prosby picked up that they were going to Orlando. He had to make a move. As dangerous as it was he needed to make it to Bithlo, which was near Orlando and where Prosby knew someone who might be of help.
(To be continued … )