Dockside Collapse
This is a story I wrote for the HardFork Mini Series. While it's not in script format, it demonstrates my writing style... if @dougkarr @ericvancewalton enjoy my style and would like me to be a part of the series, I would find that to be an awesome experience!
Zin glanced down at his chronometer, pressing the button to flip on the small light-gage. The glass screen gleamed and he cupped a quick hand over it, shielding the glare. It was an hour before 10 at night, darkness clouding his vision, and there he was waiting for Garrett at the Docks, clad in his red leather vest and black flared trousers. He pulled the mask up to cover his mouth from the green cloud of dust that sprayed off the sea.
He looked down and dug in his pocket, trying to be as quiet as possible. 'Not too much noise,' he thought, glancing around. 'People find out I have this and it will be my life.'
He pulled out a clear vial with three drops at the bottom. He tipped the contents onto his tongue and swallowed the liquid Nanites. He felt their nanoscopic webs weaving inside his brain, connecting the hemispheres in a more complex neural network. He gasped and arched backwards as the world became clearer in his mind. The stones of the cobbled street blazed brilliant against the scant light, and the wet oaken planks of the pier.
"What do you have there," asked a gurgling voice from behind. When Zin spun around, he came face-to-face with an old man with white hair and a toothy grin. "I seed a vial, did I not?"
Zin choked suddenly, a hand around his throat. 'I cannot let them have the Currency Code, even if it means my life,' he demanded silently. His limbs ached as he dangled from the large-handed grip of an unknown assailant, and his lungs were on fire.
The old man shifted on his feet. "How did you come by such a vial? Intelligent Nanites I might assume?" he asked, as if he already knew the answer. A quirk of a lip, the tongue sliding lasciviously over the dry, cracked flesh.
Zin tried to shake his head, to deny that he had the Nanites and to deny that he knew anything about what they were talking about. He choked down a single hard breath as the enormous fist relaxed. A quick hand gesture told the hidden man to release him. He relaxed and fell to the ground, a gasping and coughing heap. He couldn't speak at all. He crawled to his knees as a booted foot struck his stomach.
They roughed him up more as he lay there. His heightened senses were definitely not doing him any favors that night as the pain was amplified, the scents were clearer, the sounds were more deafening, and the fear was a magnitude higher. He rolled to the side and froze. There, at the end of the pier and cloaked in darkness, stood Allyn smoking his cigar. Zin could tell it was Allyn because he had seen him so many times before hunched beside a street lamp with the ember of his cigar the bright point against the darkness.
Just then Allyn pulled free from the apparent stupor and strolled forward. When he was a breath away from Zin's nose, he bent down. The boozy scent wafted angrily into Zin's nostrils. Allyn sucked air through his teeth and whispered, "I know you have it, and I want it. Give me the Currency Code before I kill you with my bare hands."
Zin just spat at Allyn's feet. Zin heard him do the old tisk-tisk sound as he rolled that damned cigar between his thumb and forefinger. Allyn tapped the ashes over his head and the cherry fell out. Zin laughed with silent mirth. The backhand against the cheek was not unexpected this time and Zin turned just in time to take the brunt against the top of his head.
Zin rasped the words to Allyn, "I will die here and you will never get that code." He coughed and continued, "The 2 Million Bitcoins will be lost if I die and nobody will ever get them. What will happen to the Economy without Bitcoin?"
Allyn, in his frustration, cracked the giant man across the head. There was a bone-crunching sound and the silent man fell to the ground. Allyn roared from deep inside, knowing Zin was right.
Zin smiled a small smile, knowing he was safe. 'Garrett would be proud, wherever he is,' he thought curiously. Then, and only then, did he let the lights go out and allow the darkness beyond his vision overtake him.
I write this for the HardFork!! I hope you enjoy and call on me for my writing!!
Upvoted. I'll be resteeming this now :]
Thank you very much.
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