[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] The old man looked around the bar anxiously, then he stared at Jack for a brief moment, before his eyes began to dart back and forth from Jack to the entrance. "No one is paying attention to us, they know better," Jack assured him. The old man knew this already, Jack thought. He was holding out for more cash. Jack tapped his pocket and withdrew a podpad and pushed a button. "How much will it be, old man? I'll transfer it to you now, if you don't tell me what I want to know, I'll just " The old man need not have heard the last of what Jack had to say, as he was fully aware of the consequences and had heard the same line before. "Two million," he cracked and giggled into a coughing fit. "And ... one hour with your young friend over there," he pointed at Edge, a smile now creased his ancient face. Jack grinned slowly. "Two million I can do. Pretty steep, but ... for the information I need ... And it will be up to my friend if he wants to spend an hour with you." Jack knew the answer to that, however. 82 Spaces Escapes by Angela Fiddler, Jason Edding The old man threw his head back and howled with laughter, causing a few heads to turn, momentarily, in their direction. "No," he laughed some more. "Not me," he shook his bent finger at Jack. He gestured toward the cubicle. "One hour with your friend in there, with you!" His grin turned into a leering cackle. Jack shook his head. He had no intention of fucking Edge or anyone in else in front of a crowd of horny criminals and murders. "No deal. You, however, will give me my answer." Jack began to stand. The old man took a step closer to Jack, leaning down to his ear. "No, one million and you and your friend in there for one hour and I'll give you your answer." The old man straightened up and crossed his wrinkled arms around his bag. "No," Jack said, simply. The old man laughed again. "Look, Earther, I'm too old to be threatened with death, what I want is what I want. What I want, I always get, this is my place, see." He turned to leave. "Take it or get out of my place." The old man was tougher than Jack had wagered. "Then we have a deal?" Jack replied. Jack took the old man's scarred and mangled hand. "That's Bigsly three, four, three, nine." The old man said into Jack's ear and Jack quickly transferred the credits to his account. "Did you see that?" Edge said, sliding in beside Jack. The old man had vanished behind the bar when Edge appeared. "Shit, I'd do that young guy any day, didn't he howl at the end!" Edge laughed. 83 Spaces Escapes by Angela Fiddler, Jason Edding "You liked the show, did you?" Jack said, grinning. He took another drink from his bottle and pushed the other to Edge. Edge caught the sliding bottle and nodded, grinning like he had just found his own version of Utopia. He removed the cap with ease and took a drink. "This goes on every day?" He looked around the place, pushing his chair back so that it balanced on the back legs. Jack shrugged. "When one show stops, another begins soon after." "Shit, I'm living in here." Edge guzzled his liquor, until only half still remained. "I found a contact with the information we need," Jack told him, fingering his bottle. Edge leaned close. "Yeah? Where?" He looked around the dim joint. "The owner. Don't worry about that part, the less you know for now, the better," Jack replied quickly. Edge smiled at Jack and shrugged. "Too many secrets spoil the fun, Jack." Jack placed his hand on Edge's. "I'm glad you liked the show, because they've already picked the next two guys to fuck." Edge clanked his bottle against Jack's. "Good, I'm not even close to being satisfied. That young guy had a hot cock and a sweet ass; I'm surprised he's down here." He threw his head back and stretched to the ceiling. "Hot ass ... wonder if I could get him out of here and to our bed." Jack nodded slowly. "That young guy has probably been bought and sold more times than you've pissed on the 84 Spaces Escapes by Angela Fiddler, Jason Edding ground," Jack told him. Edge had told him he liked to be one with nature, back on Earth. Jack had wished he had been there to see it, but hearing it was the next best thing. "Good, there'll be a new show soon." Then he added, "Part of the deal I made was that the next two men to go into that cubicle to fuck will be you and me." Jack grinned, but he was frowning behind the mask. "What?" Edge's mouth dropped open and he let his bottle drop, spilling half of its contents across the table and his lap. Jack nodded. "No choice, the contact has the upper hand here. I had to accept." Edge's frown turned into a wide grin. "Well, I'm up for it, but..." he laughed, "...I happen to remember one of us doesn't even like to fuck with the curtains open on a desolate fucking moon." He laughed some more and watched his rum bottle finally empty itself on the floor. 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