Chapter One
It was late.
Too late.
Forty five years old Corporal A. D. Mayer, blond and balding felt a itch under his nose.
In his simple minded way and with his unusual, awkward luck this was enough for him to deem it a sign from the Heavens. Something was about to happen.
He could bet his moustache and beer belly on that.
Mayer decided to speed up his pace, almost running from the entry of the 7th division's building and down the street.
E.A.G.L.E. controlled many aspects of everyone's life being both the military and the police, the law keepers and it's makers. A force of oppression even for those that worked for it but he would be damned if he was going to miss his usual at the Big Crash because of those extra hours he spent filling reports.
He didn't cared for the dirty looks he got at the 7th Division, most guys in town would end there. Most gals too.
Half way there, the skies cracked with lightning, thunder rolled and the rain followed hitting as hard as a fist.
"Damn it."
He arrived in time to ask for some of his favourite beer, the only brand in all of the town that didn't taste like piss.
The waitress and occasional bar maid was there, working her round.
She looked good, human despite her strange, almost purple skin.
Many people from the countries bellow the sky cities had mutated over the years.
Mutants had it rough. The ones that had to hide in the sewers had it worse.
He was always surprised at how she could move with so many people around, specially with most of this people trying to get her attention and making excuses to peek down at her generous cleavage.
Or maybe that was just him.
"Vedra, give me the usual will you?" he shouted over the crowd's noise when she was close enough to listen.
She looked at him, replied with a wink and turned away, pushing a scrawny young man out of her way and doing her best to squeeze her way between costumers.
Meyer looked around.
The bar was the biggest he had ever been to and he knew all drinking spots in town. The Crash was always crowded, specially after nine, people from different parts of the town and who did all kinds of jobs, some more legal than others.
There were a few large screens spread around the joint, good as mute since the crowd's noise and the background music rendered them useless.
After all, no one looked at the images.
Most people avoided watching TV.
It was mostly composed of propaganda and adds of products too expensive for the masses to buy.
Meyer tried to remember when was the last time he watched anything on a television. Ten? Twelve years ago? What was it..
It was hard to remember anything that happened that long ago.
"Here's your order!" Vedra shouted from behind him.
Meyer was still standing, not too far from the counter. He took the beer while sliding some money to the barmaid. Far more than one beer's worth.
She quickly hid the money in her cleavage, turned her back and moved for the next costumer, her left hand holding three other mugs with their content spilling out from the continuous shoves she had to administer on her way.
Meyer took a sip of his beer and for a quarter of a second, the world was perfect.
Then the lights went out.
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