[part 1]
The floor's wet. Hallway moist. Shitty cats! A door slams somewhere: Tokyo. I hold my breath. Click. Cocked, now. A strong wind hits the windows of the penthouse. Dark here. City lights so far below. Thunder; a passing skiff-car. Its lights momentarily shine on metal in my hands. No shaking. Steady. A line of brightness coming from under the black door. Pull now, or kick first? Quick decision as my heavy black boot slams into the middle of it. A scream, a huffy bellow before a gruff yell. BOOM! I pulled. He drops, what's left of him to drop. She tries to run into the bathroom. BOOM! Pulled again. I love the pressure. I love the power. The sheer black force! She splashes the wall; what an artist. Me or her? Don't give a shit, really. My shotgun smokes from it's mouth. It loves to talk. I like what it says. I smile, admiring my handiwork. Silence. A meow. Behind me in the living room. I fuckin' hate cats. Pussy, I love. BOOM! I shoot into the darkness. Cat fur and hot liquid hits the windows. The wind buffets them again. Orchestrations in the dark. Blow the mouth of my gun. A kiss for my lover. Smoke wafts out. Smells do damn great. My perfume. Well, better split this place. Too much noise for one night. Even for Tokyo. Wet. Dark. Exciting. Sexy. Tokyo. Only one. Fog now filling the city. Open the window. The clean one. Black gloves on my hands. Black scarf around my neck. Black overcoat on my shoulders. Black boots on my feet. Black hover-scooter on the ledge. Mine! Motor still running softly. Purring. Yes. Jump onto the soft black leather seat. Punch the turbo thrusters to life. Lift off the ledge. Wave good-bye to the dead penthouse. Dead! Left no trace. Never do, never will. Down. My gun now in my overcoat. Hidden. Think about the dough. New Yen never was better!
[part 2]
I swerve into traffic from above it all. A bitch on a pink, brand-spanking-new scooter honks and yells in Japanese. I flip her off and gun it. Speed. She's lost in traffic. The city folds all around everything. Steam rises from the streets below as I maneuver deeper into the heart. Vendors of every kind, migrated here from Bangkok right before the assimilation of its inhabitants. Now, Bangkok is totally digital - even the people living there. These guys, the ones makin' the steam, escaped before the digitizing law went into effect. Lucky bastards??!! A truck driver just about hits me from the right. Mutha! I almost pull it on him. Not in public though. Maybe someday. Not tonight. A big blue bug hits my windshield. Damn. I reach out and try to flick it off. Idiot! Loose my balance. Hit the accelerator. My scooter slams into the back of the truck. WHAM! Metal scrapes. Sparks. Must have been a fuel truck? Big red and yellow ball surround me suddenly. Heat. I tumble off. Down. My disabled scooter. Fire ball now. Follows me. The truck, also. No time. I hit something hard. Can't breathe. Look down. People running. Look up. Fire. Coming to me. Traffic getting all fucked up. I hit another vehicle on my way down. Leg breaks. CRACK! No pain. No time. Yellow convertible. Keep falling. Screams. People suck! THUD! Hit the hard ground. Shotgun flies out of my overcoat. Gasps! Look up. No time. Can't move. Fireballs hit me. SHIT! Tokyo.
