Chapter XVII
Saturday, August 31, 2058
A raindrop fell from the clouds, passed its reflection in a turkey pigeon’s eye, struck the windshield of an airborne fire wagon, dripped from the vehicle, sped past the one hundred and fifty floors that comprised the Corpus Chrome, Incorporated Building, struck the brunette wig affixed to the shaved scalp of an anonymous female pawn, slid through follicles to the woman’s nape and descended the bumps of a protuberant spine to the small of her back.
Today, Alicia Martinez would pay off her debt to the Brokers of Extralegal Acts.
The widow watched the flying craft speed toward the ceremony that was being held in northern Nexus Y for the twenty-seven firemen and eleven police officers who had perished in the burning high-rise on Wednesday.
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