A Talent For The Invisible (v1.1) - Plot & Excerpts
“You can see me, huh?” “Sure thing, bo,” replied Krist in his high pitched voice. His gun rested sideways on the breakfast table. “An NSO agent I know bootlegged me an immunity shot a couple moons back. Krist likes to keep one or two jumps ahead at all times. It’s the macho thing to do.” “You’re working for Sandman?” With his left hand Krist picked up his juice glass. “Correct, bo. Did you ever see a US Army paycheck? $500 per week. Who can live on half a big one once a week. I had to get me a sideline or two to survive. Krist figures live once and do it up brown. You sabe?” “Do you plan to turn me over to Sandman?” Krist gave several tenor snickers into his tilted juice glass. “No chance, bo. You’re no ways important. Big Mac and his slant buddy pumped you dry of info back down in Brazil, the way Krist hears it.” He tapped the square tiles with the side of his pistol.
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