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Story of the week:<br>
Story of the week:<br>
'''One More Fare'''
'''The Hustler'''


<small>View past [[Author of the Month Archive|Author's of the Month]].</small>
<small>View past [[Author of the Month Archive|Author's of the Month]].</small>


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I held on to her sleeve as she tried to twirl herself around in the backseat. There was hardly anything else I could do. Her head was banged now listlessly against the roof of the cab. Her arm flopped dully against the window. Her legs eventually stopped their thrashing. The fury of her little episode was subsiding. She seemed to be regaining control of herself again.
It served me well. I went behind the bar where I had set up the monitor. I flicked it on. The image came in slowly, gradually increasing in clarity. It was a black-and-white image of Mr. Hancock and Heidi. The girl walked ahead of the old man, and then stopped. She was still shaking her head as if dazed. Her mouth was still moving, but there were no microphones in the bathroom to pick up what it was that she was saying. I guessed she was still muttering in disbelief about having made a mistake at pool. The pair couldn’t have been more than five feet from the hidden camera on the other side of the mirror. After ensuring that the bathroom door was locked, the old man set his briefcase on the counter by the sink and opened it up. Because of the position of the camera, I couldn’t tell what was inside the briefcase.


I remember thinking clearly that I never realized how heavy imitation leather could get when it was wet.
The old man began by un-tucking Heidi’s sweatshirt as she stared at the floor. Very peculiar. I felt a lump grow in my throat. Mr. Hancock’s hands were then back in the briefcase. From the briefcase, he produced a tightly coiled cable of some kind. It looked a little like an old telephone cord. One end was evidently connected to the briefcase. The other end had a heavy-duty industrial jack on it. Mr. Hancock steadied Heidi by putting a hand on her shoulder. Then, holding the jack in his other hand, he proceeded to plug it into a receiving port in the middle of Heidi’s back! After making sure that the connection was secure, Mr. Hancock turned his attention back to the contents of the briefcase. For some time, he seemed to be typing frantically on a keyboard of some sort that was now evidently linked to Heidi via that cable.


“Damn, uh, look. I’m sorry I hit...” and then I noticed something. “What the hell?!” I was still holding her arm. I pulled it all the way out of the sleeve. Her arm was as white as the rest of her body. And it was completely rigid. Wires and metal rods and microchips and such jingled like wind chimes at one end. No sparks or other major fanfare. Just a lifeless piece of machinery.


Then I could smell smoke. A tongue of orange flame licked her left shoulder brightly, right where the arm that I held had once been. The developing flame brightened the whole inside of the cab. It was becoming a conflagration of burning clothing. And burning plastic.
<div align="center"><small>'''[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]''' - ''[[The Hustler]]''</small></div>
 
I suppose I should have known.
<div align="center"><small>'''[[Stories/Bruekmann|Bruekmann]]''' - ''[[One More Fare]]''</small></div>
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The Hustler

View past Author's of the Month.

It served me well. I went behind the bar where I had set up the monitor. I flicked it on. The image came in slowly, gradually increasing in clarity. It was a black-and-white image of Mr. Hancock and Heidi. The girl walked ahead of the old man, and then stopped. She was still shaking her head as if dazed. Her mouth was still moving, but there were no microphones in the bathroom to pick up what it was that she was saying. I guessed she was still muttering in disbelief about having made a mistake at pool. The pair couldn’t have been more than five feet from the hidden camera on the other side of the mirror. After ensuring that the bathroom door was locked, the old man set his briefcase on the counter by the sink and opened it up. Because of the position of the camera, I couldn’t tell what was inside the briefcase.

The old man began by un-tucking Heidi’s sweatshirt as she stared at the floor. Very peculiar. I felt a lump grow in my throat. Mr. Hancock’s hands were then back in the briefcase. From the briefcase, he produced a tightly coiled cable of some kind. It looked a little like an old telephone cord. One end was evidently connected to the briefcase. The other end had a heavy-duty industrial jack on it. Mr. Hancock steadied Heidi by putting a hand on her shoulder. Then, holding the jack in his other hand, he proceeded to plug it into a receiving port in the middle of Heidi’s back! After making sure that the connection was secure, Mr. Hancock turned his attention back to the contents of the briefcase. For some time, he seemed to be typing frantically on a keyboard of some sort that was now evidently linked to Heidi via that cable.



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