The Unseen- Sick Day (Part 2)

“If liberty means anything at all, it means the right thing to tell people what they do not want to hear.”

  • George Orwell

Petra did not have to work for a shady capitalist organization anymore now that she had left her criminal past behind. She could tell Croft she wanted them to leave and start a new life. Yet here she was. It was her choice to be here because she could not give it up. Petra wondered if she secretly wanted to return to the Golpista gang and become a revolutionary fighter for the oppressed. No, she just loved being a criminal. Petra picked up her portable drill and touched the steel metal tip as nostalgia overtook her. It had been too long since she used the drill like she use to…

Snoring interrupted her fantasy and Petra smiled as she closed the bedroom door so that her sleeping lover would not disturb her. It was nice when it was just the two of them, Kelly was spending the weekend with her husband and son, so it gave them some much needed alone time to just talk into the night until they fell asleep. Petra wrote a quick note on the counter before she grabbed a slice of moldy pizza and walked downstairs while she considered eating it. Kelly said that eating moldy food was what was making her sick, but what did she know? There were plenty of starving people that would kill for moldy food. She had grown up on suspicious looking food, but today she learned it could kill her and it nearly did, so she threw away her breakfast.

Petra walked downstairs looking for Agent Three. In the back of the bar was a small room that Three used as an office. The floor squeaked as Petra walked up to the office door. She entered the room to find an empty desk scattered with papers. There was a coat rack, spare chair, and a vault on the floor next to a bookshelf. Petra suspected that the vault on the slanted floor was a fake because she deduced there was a secret stash behind the bookshelf. She would just grab a few dollars from his real vault and pay him back later; after all it was borrowing if she paid him back.

Creeping over to the bookshelf, Petra found most books were factious. The door was easy to find and the safe itself was an old fashioned type so Petra knew how to open it easily. To Petra’s surprise it was big enough to fit a whole person inside, probably, because it also doubled as a panic room. However, it was made for someone smaller then Petra who could barely fit through the doorway. There was no money inside; all Petra found was a security system. Petra hit a big red button and fifty small television screens lit up the room.

Petra was going to leave when she noticed one screen showed her apartment and another showed Fable watering his plants. She began to look at the computers’ screens; there was a girl with short red hair packing an expensive suit case. Seven televisions showed a woman in rags caring for a garden in the desert. There were also screens showing Kelly with her family in their house. To Petra’s outrage, the security system was watching more than Three’s bar.

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