The Thirteenth Floor.
The two men dressed in light grey Sandoz overalls stood over M's corpse sprawled out on the floor in the apartment on the thirteenth floor.
"Looks like Jason Bourne here really believed that the mighty Sandoz Industries were going to give him a job!" Both men laughed.
"Some fucking loser conspiracy theorist who couldn't even get a job at Mcdonalds!" Said 6 who was obviously the designated comedian of the pair. His straight man was the Polish agitator, squatter and mind mapping pioneer T9.
"Yes I read on his file that he couldn't even get to the interview stage with Ronald McDonald, he was that much of a fuck up." Said the Pole.
Both men laughed again.
The light and noise of thousands of drones in the night sky outside the apartment could be heard like intrusive metal insects on a Summers day.
"Fucking swarms, I'm starting to miss the jungle."
Said 6 bitterly, rummaging through books in the apartment. There were piles of old paper relics everywhere on any given subject from infectious diseases, to weaponry made from household chemicals, although after the last round of government clampdowns and purges it was almost impossible to even find bleach to clean your bathroom with nowadays never mind ammonia or sulphur or nitrate. The drone swarms performed such actions as cleaning and maintenance of apartments with the required controlled substance now, free of charge, naturally. The price to pay for letting the intrusive mechs into your living space was their constant surveillance and reports back to local warlords who acted as managers and representatives of the world control government.
"Shame about his suicide, shall we pray?" Said 6 and both men laughed again. 6 went on talking.
"He really thought that he would just stroll into the jungle after a couple of phoney training sessions, set up by me! And take out K in his natural habitat, the snake pit of the synthetic green river hell, where the great man commands drone swarms with his own consiousness splintered into a thousand deadly mechs, to take out anyone Sandoz orders him to on this shithole planet." The drone cleaning and surveillance mechs with their buzzing row outside the window were making 6 lose his train of thought so he hit the shutter button lowering metal external blinds designed to give the illusion of privacy. 6 picked up a book from the floor, it was a trans persons guide to self installing a silicon vagina. "Christ almighty what a desperate bio we were dealing with!" He said to the Pole."Suicide for this creature seemed like a logical career move!"
T9 was searching for weapons, drugs or currency through Ms apartment now anything that he might take from this job as a bonus payment."Where's the fuckers gold?" He said out loud to no one in particular. "This losers got less personal history here than in Gran Canaria!" 6 nodded mournfully and helped with the search.
"What about taking the memory mapping bank out of the console?" T said to 6.
"I've got a better idea." Said 6 taking a small case from his pocket and removing a glass vial of clear liquid from the foam protection of the case
"Sulphuric acid." He told T and poured the liquid into the mind mouth of the console causing it to smoke ominously as both men put on their respirators. 6 activated the rooms extractor fan as the smoke drifted away to nothing.
"I think I might know of some treasure." 6 said, beckoning T into the bedroom which was covered in various Sandoz self pleasuring devices and strewn clothes. 6 up ended the mattress on the floor and made visible a small vinyl trap door under the bed. He produced a switchblade and prized open the small secret opening, inside was a large bag of pills. "Is that what I think it is?" Asked T9. "Yes it's Mongolian P-horse, the synthetic opioid developed by Chinese science mechs to put in municipal water supplies in the west. One of these pills can turn a thousand people into synth poppy zombies with just one sip of water! They are highly illegal to own or ingest."
"Legendary!" Said T "How many pills we got? And how did you know they were there?"
"Well for Jason Bournes dummy interview with Sandoz I injected him with spiller."
"Truth serum! The great confessor."
Both men laughed as they made their way out of the apartment towards the lift.
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