I thought I would jump on the band wagon what do you think?
Mark Dalton was a small, weedy sort of fellow with thinning hair and pallid almost transparent complexion. He did not so much as walk but scurry through the crowded streets of Central. He worked as a minor corporate in the Dept of Finance, biting his tongue as he took orders from his Ebon supervisor. Mark loathed Ebons, and when she was promoted over him made matters worse, he was sometimes almost physically ill at the fact. She had arrived from nowhere and almost immediately promoted to a job he should have got, he protested of course but his protests fell on deaf ears. It was this loathing that had been primarily behind his decision to sell information to Dent the Dark Night operative Mark had met through a mutual acquaintance. When Dent, after a few carefully worded questions,had slyly hinted that certain kinds of information could be worth quite a bit of money, Mark didn't need to be asked twice he leaped at the chance to betray that Ebon slut who had obviously fucked her way into a job which was rightfully his, and to make nice tidy sum as well.
The information he had for Dent tonight was very important. He had made a copy of a proposal *she* had made which involved the Bullet Tax for Ops being raised by a full quarter of a percent. Dent should pay quite a bit that.
Mark licked his lips as rushed through the crowds on there way home from work. There was an eight year old girl from Orienta in one of the Skin Trade catalogues, a ravishing child with huge, terrified eyes, and if Dent could be persuaded to be a little more forthcoming with the cash he might actually be able to buy her. He had never had a girl so young before and the idea of it made his knees go weak.
His mind was full of her as he passed the dark reeking alleyway, and so he wasn't really paying attention, until he felt wire snap tight around his neck.
He struggled of course but the wire grew tighter and tighter. The Dark Finder dragged him back into the alley and methodically strangled him. Mark's last thought was the little girl's face. She actually seemed to be laughing at him.
Comments to Goldie
If you look back in anger you walk into a lamp post.