The ceremony was in full swing. The band had arrived, dances go on... violins and trumpets competes.
A full roasted lamb sits at the center of the table.
Raymond sat on a lavish sofa, lazily smoking a cigar.
An old man leaned in close. "How much longer will this take?"
"Not long"
And the street?" the old man pressed.
"We need girls on the street," The mustache man added. "Without them, information can't be passed or received.
"now we will put something different in the street.... from tomorrow" Raymond said, flicking his ash.
"nonsense.... what difference !!! The old man growled. "How could you lose so much ground.... How could those foxes took them all."
"Why did they interfere?" another guest asked.
"For 'charity' and 'rehabilitation". Some began to smirking.
"Don't worry," Raymond continued with a calm voice, "They won't move any further. Their 'golds' are in our hands, roots have been blocked for months. Two of their bridges went to heaven or hell, thanks to old age and cancer." he exhale. "We're crushing them"
The old man look irritatingly at Raymond.
"What about our golds" the mustache man asked
"They are stored in good shape"
"And the doll housing ? !!"
Raymond stood up, "Gentlemen!" he called out, drawing every eye toward him. "Today is my daughter's wedding day. More than anything, I want her to be happy. I want her to be proud of her father!"
hen back at the crowd. "And so, I have made a decision. From this day forward, I am moving away from the 'doll housing' and the streets. The focus will shift in something else. He's about to leaev..look for the last time at all "good day !!"
"fool" the old man whispers.
Hira Avenue. 'Old Edge' nursing home
"You look messy, dear."
"Aaah!" Lina groaned, brushing an invisible speck of dust from her sleeve. "That's because there are too many messy people around me." Lina stood in the middle of the cracked old cement wall.
The old woman smiled, her face a map of a long "Don't do anything....."
" Just give a tour. Breathe the sea air."
"Just sign the paper, old lady," Lina hissed. "You're getting your dream back
The woman signed , still smiling . "Call me Aunt."
"Whatever," Lina muttered, snatching the paper and stuffing it into her purse. "What a stupid, broken place."
Lina walked back.
"Come again! And next time, bring your princess! I haven't seen her yet!"
A group of elderly residents had gathered nearby, watching her, gossiping among, laughing?!
Lina paused at her car door look back. "Aaaaah," Lina whispered to herself, "are they laughing at me, jealous?! " "huh!!" "Not a good place for my daughter to have a picnic."
She opened the car door and slid into the driver's seat.....looked into the rearview mirror.
"Shall we move, Mrs. Sana?" bound tightly with duct tape and rope, trembling so hard the seat rattled.
Lina pulled out a small, transparent packet filled with a fine white powder. The plastic crinkled loudly. She poured a small amount onto her thumb, then leaned over the backseat. With a sharp rip, she pulled the duct tape from Mrs. Sana's mouth.
She just gasped, her eyes wide and bloodshot, fixed on the powder.
Lina held her thumb right against the woman's nose. Mrs. Sana didn't hesitate. She inhaled sharply, the white dust disappearing in a single, desperate sneeze. Almost instantly, the trembling stopped. Her head fell back against the headrest
"Good," Lina sighed, wiping her thumb on a silk handkerchief
Lina put the car into gear, the engine hum drowning out the sound of the waves. "Let's go, then."
Brick Bay port
jagged line of the tin-shaded warehouses and Ken standing at front gate. There are long rows of heavy trucks were parked inside serially. To his left, rhythmic pulse of the sea slapped against the concrete pier,
"C'mon, which one is ours?!" Rony barked, slapping a hockey stick against his palm.
Behind him, a handful of men lean against the bikes. smoking casually , clutching iron pipes and wooden bats.
"Oyyy, Rony! Just jump the gate! We'll figure it out as we go!" One shout. Other laughs
Rony spat on the gravel, his eyes narrowing towards Ken. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Nobody," Ken said calmly, he kept his eyes fixed on the line of trucks in the distance.
"Oyy, Monny!" Rony shouted back. "Do you know this kid?"
Monny stepped forward, checking his phone. "Oyee, Boss gave us the number. Let's go." He walked up to Ken and dropped a heavy hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly. "This kid! He's the one who was with Kingpig."
"Don't call me that name!" Kingpig roared, holding a massive industrial bolt cutter, "It's open. Get in, boys!"
Kid! You stay here. Keep watch."
Ken smirk. " I bet they already know !! "
"yes they are" Kingpig look at the front. some blue shirt- yellow cap workers gathering around
there's a joy on Rony's teeth. " let's go bastards ! "
earlier night
Kenny's weight hanging heavy against her shoulder. She reached her arms back, hooking them under his legs to keep his small form secure. Lina is walking through the silent, late-night street. "Son," she murmured, "How did you get that ice cream cone?" "He gave it to me," Kenny mumbled into her hair. "Who? The guard uncle?" "No, no... Micky mouse" "Micky mouse? "tall "
Lina stopped in the middle of the empty street. "who?" Kenny... had you met before?" "Micky told me I could talk to you," the boy said, yawning "We went to the phone booth. The phone was high above, but Mickey held it down closer for me so I could reach. "And then?" she asked "We crossed the signal together. We played in the park. Micky stayed there with me... Mickey told me to stay by the fountain, and that you would come for me."
Mickey give me a balloon, but it flew away
Back at the office : Mr. Ronaldo moved through the shelfs, gathering files within his laps.
"You did it again"
"Going there alone.
Handling the whole thing by yourself."
"I'm fine!" Lina didn't look up from the document. The pen didn't even skip a beat. She was sitting at mahogany desk, a pair of sharp, clear-rimmed glasses on her face, locked on those sea of words.
"Yes, you are. But next time? Ronaldo let out a heavy sigh, "Take some people with you. Tag a team along"
"Aaaaah," she groaned softly. "I don't like crowds. They're messy.
"But you took the messy one with you," Ronaldo put the files on her desk. "He's cute,"
"No, he isn't," she didn't look up from her paperwork.
"But I need some more people around my apartment," Lina says, her eyes fixed on a distant point
"Why?" Ronaldo asks, confused. "Ronny and Monny are already stationed there."
"I need more," she whispers
Mr. Rolando poured tea into a cup. placed to the Lina's desk "Are you sure he's gonna do it?"
Lina took the tea while placing some files on the desk. "Let's see"
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"Aaaaaaaah, I want to go home!" Ken shout
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