Pearly Whites
Pearly Whites
We are all like the raindrops falling from the sky, eventually landing on this sandy star and drying up from the heat of the sun. Even if protected by a huge umbrella.
He liked that story, what he didn’t like, was when the teeth didn’t turn up on time. My teeth always turn up on time; he said that because he meant that. He was just that kind of simple no fuss guy, short, fat, wide and unattractive. His teeth got to him when he wanted them there, not when they came. This is why there are three of you working here, three of you, not one of you, but three. To make sure my teeth are on time.
Surleson & Engkvist Dental Applications was what the sign window lettering said on the large window facing the small park, Botvidsgatan, the children’s park with the boat and the train in it. It wasn’t really boat, it was the childrens’ climbing version, but it was more “boaty” than most attempts at boats in parks. The three of them sat staring into space as the short, fat, wide and unattractive man stood in the middle of their white service area dressed in a black suit and a very old fashioned top hat in black pressed velvet. He stood in the middle of the service area and in a most aggressive tone explained that delay was for him not an option. Michael Surleson felt obliged to offer some more information.
Apparently the support agent from the “PGS” had made off with the entire case, which is why no delivery had been made to them, Surleson & Engkvist Dental Applications. Putting them in the awkward position of having to inform Mr. Smith that they were unable to have cleaned the teeth and hadn’t been able to have them packed separately as usual. It was outside their realm of control, the PGS was not contacted by Surleson & Engkvist Dental Applications, so it was impossible for them to do anything but wait for the Vash deliveries, that as of yet had been Swiss in terms of timing precision.
Up until now that is, when according to a man, that called them on the office telephone, some 30 minutes before, and said, “the PGS agent got the whole case out, Vash is dead, and there was nothing they could do as of yet, tell Mr. Smith.” Which was the entire message of which I have now informed you. They said they were calling from the Bernadelli Insurance Group and you would understand.
Thank you Michael, I am calmed by your news, the news that you expect me to believe. That the PGS killed a Bernadelli Insurance Group in the middle of a delivery, and then proceed to steel my teeth, are you joking with me Michael? The PGS do not screw up; it is their “trademark” thing. Now. Now Michael let us start from a place where we both feel we can be honest and work our way upward. The PGS are the trade name in value transport support. No one takes them down unless they choose to be taken down. Now who knows what is done inside these four walls, inside this dental applications practice, right here Michael, who knows?
I’ll tell you Michael, you me, Gunilla and Brigitte, that makes four people that is how many people know what is done here. And all four of us are in the room right now. The Bernadelli Insurance Group currier knows nothing but the high value of the transport, not the nature of the goods; Vash knew the destination and time of arrival of goods, which was the sum total of his knowledge, so Michael, I ask you once again, may I have my teeth now?
Meryl Stryfe walked to the passport desk and with a slight bow pushed her dark Nile blue passport toward the customers’ officer at Arlanda airport in Stockholm. After a moment the passport was returned and the door to the left of the booth unlocked with a slight clicking sound. She walked into the hall and down toward the luggage reclaims belt that indicated it came from Amsterdam, Holland. She sat on one of the white plastic stools at the side of the belt, she had the one bag on wheels model, so she had no fuss with the trolleys that couldn’t be pushed in a straight line. The customs was unmanned as she walked through the green zone, as she did not hold a EU passport, unless it was a fake. At this moment she traveled “as herself” a most surprising thing even for her. All the documents were in fact the legal documents that she had been given to her on account of her citizenship rather than having been bought from professionals. It still made her knees wobble a bit, she had never felt quite so uncomfortable as giving her “real” passport to an official customs agent. Weird. On the outside she looked like a thin girl of Asian descent.
The Planet Gun Smoke, or the PGS as they were known in the trade gave their employees that added sense of comfort. They would do nothing if the delivery was safe, it was only when something potential could go wrong that they made their moves. In this particular case their mission was to observe Vash 24 hours a day, and confirm, report and fully evaluate. They were only to interrupt activities to prevent damage to the delivery, preferable before it could occur. Agents had fallen on this mission due to its dangerous nature; Vash had a high sense of precaution and would see any type of monitoring of his movements as a threat to his delivery. Vash the Stampede worked for the Bernadelli Insurance Group. This insurance company specialized in small highly valuable deliverers. Shin Eiy had accepted the mission with a clear determination of justice. It was the double lock that ensured high-level focus on security that Mr. Smith found comforting while moving such levels of real cash worth around. The risk that Vash the Stampede killed a PGS agent now and again was one that had to be included into the bottom line. He was a highly skilled currier, whose untimely death would cause a stir within the “small sized highly valuable” transport community (SeHVs), where the two major players lived in a strange symbiosis with each other, the Bernadelli Insurance Group and the PGS.
Mr. Smith stood his square patch of ground, “So Michael, what would a PGS agent do if the delivery was seen to be in danger, I’ll tell you what they do, the PGS agent in question would try and complete the delivery with all his or her life force, and not make a dash for the hills. Running for the hills with the delivery means only one thing; a certain painfully and very slow death. This is the nature of the PGS. The teeth Michael, I am becoming tired now; I have enjoyed our little game to the fullest. Give me my teeth now Michael.
Had Meryl Stryfe been working normally she would have killed Vash and made sure the delivery was on time as soon as she suspected any deviation from plan. There is no other protocol for such an operation. But Meryl Stryfe had changed from a PGS agent to a woman who dares to travel the outer (Outlaw) regions. Why?
“We never know what tomorrow may bring. Someday we will be blown by the wind and absorbed into the sandy earth”. Nicholas D Wolfwood.
This thought had revolutionized her entire mind. The possibility that each action is irrelevant compared with this being blown by the wind into the earth. That had turned her mind. After killing Vash in Palermo historical urinal she removed the package from him and left for Sweden as Meryl Stryfe. Her first plan was to make the delivery in person to Mr. Smith and kill him. When the scene called for it, her cloak flips open and she uses her derringers guns with an almost divine technique in order to handle a demanding situation. The derringers gun is the type of gun that is easier for her small hands to handle. But could there be a better and more efficient way?
She realized that killing Mr. Smith was futile, it would merely leave a vacuum to be filled by some other scum-sucking heap of dung like Smith. But still she felt personally obliged to deliver an unpleasant and painful death to the man that had caused so much misery and death in the mines of the southern sectors. He knew what he bought was cheap because the life he bought it with was cheap. The poorest of black minors who dared to try to smuggle diamonds out of the government run mines were the cheapest of the all, the most desperate of men. Their bodies often hung up on the wire by the companies as examples to others inclined to talk to Smiths agents or any other agents. But still there were enough minors willing to take the chance of making three months pay for small diamonds. Three months pay could keep you and your family alive if you had the fever and couldn’t work. After each shift the minors were inspected by security, doctors and dentists to ensure no object was in their body. X-rays were used regularly to see if anything had been swallowed, after a while working the minors were exposed to high level radiation due to all the X-rays.
Mr. Smith had a team of surgeons made a small flesh pouch just under the armpit of the minor, the pouch was invisible to the human eye and even pressing against it would cause no suspicion as the flesh behind it was soft. So even when a diamond was tucked into the pocket of flesh it was unnoticeable. The companies knew of losses but hadn’t worked out how it was done. The diamonds where then molded into dentures that were sent to Surleson & Engkvist Dental Applications to be cleaned and removed from the dentures. Mr. Smith received his diamond wrapped and packed individually the way he liked best in a box that looked like the upper and lower dentures of a human face.
She was dressed in a large green long coat, it looked like something from the 18 hundreds with a matching green top hat; He had a black half long woolen coat with a white beard and a black beret. The child had an overall on. All three where in he boat, the man who was in fact the lady, climbed uneasily around to where the child was standing still. The man spoke in German about buying vanilla éclairs from the bakery to chuff the child with. The woman in the green costume seemed to be of the same idea that the child needed chuffing with cream buns, in spite of it’s almost Zen like stillness on the climbing frame.
Despite her concerns Meryl Stryfe traveled from town to town through this cold deserted land, Botvidsgatan. And when she got there she would know what to do. He would show here the way and together they would achieve their aim along with the rest of the group.
The End. Part 1
We are all like the raindrops falling from the sky, eventually landing on this sandy star and drying up from the heat of the sun. Even if protected by a huge umbrella.
He liked that story, what he didn’t like, was when the teeth didn’t turn up on time. My teeth always turn up on time; he said that because he meant that. He was just that kind of simple no fuss guy, short, fat, wide and unattractive. His teeth got to him when he wanted them there, not when they came. This is why there are three of you working here, three of you, not one of you, but three. To make sure my teeth are on time.
Surleson & Engkvist Dental Applications was what the sign window lettering said on the large window facing the small park, Botvidsgatan, the children’s park with the boat and the train in it. It wasn’t really boat, it was the childrens’ climbing version, but it was more “boaty” than most attempts at boats in parks. The three of them sat staring into space as the short, fat, wide and unattractive man stood in the middle of their white service area dressed in a black suit and a very old fashioned top hat in black pressed velvet. He stood in the middle of the service area and in a most aggressive tone explained that delay was for him not an option. Michael Surleson felt obliged to offer some more information.
Apparently the support agent from the “PGS” had made off with the entire case, which is why no delivery had been made to them, Surleson & Engkvist Dental Applications. Putting them in the awkward position of having to inform Mr. Smith that they were unable to have cleaned the teeth and hadn’t been able to have them packed separately as usual. It was outside their realm of control, the PGS was not contacted by Surleson & Engkvist Dental Applications, so it was impossible for them to do anything but wait for the Vash deliveries, that as of yet had been Swiss in terms of timing precision.
Up until now that is, when according to a man, that called them on the office telephone, some 30 minutes before, and said, “the PGS agent got the whole case out, Vash is dead, and there was nothing they could do as of yet, tell Mr. Smith.” Which was the entire message of which I have now informed you. They said they were calling from the Bernadelli Insurance Group and you would understand.
Thank you Michael, I am calmed by your news, the news that you expect me to believe. That the PGS killed a Bernadelli Insurance Group in the middle of a delivery, and then proceed to steel my teeth, are you joking with me Michael? The PGS do not screw up; it is their “trademark” thing. Now. Now Michael let us start from a place where we both feel we can be honest and work our way upward. The PGS are the trade name in value transport support. No one takes them down unless they choose to be taken down. Now who knows what is done inside these four walls, inside this dental applications practice, right here Michael, who knows?
I’ll tell you Michael, you me, Gunilla and Brigitte, that makes four people that is how many people know what is done here. And all four of us are in the room right now. The Bernadelli Insurance Group currier knows nothing but the high value of the transport, not the nature of the goods; Vash knew the destination and time of arrival of goods, which was the sum total of his knowledge, so Michael, I ask you once again, may I have my teeth now?
Meryl Stryfe walked to the passport desk and with a slight bow pushed her dark Nile blue passport toward the customers’ officer at Arlanda airport in Stockholm. After a moment the passport was returned and the door to the left of the booth unlocked with a slight clicking sound. She walked into the hall and down toward the luggage reclaims belt that indicated it came from Amsterdam, Holland. She sat on one of the white plastic stools at the side of the belt, she had the one bag on wheels model, so she had no fuss with the trolleys that couldn’t be pushed in a straight line. The customs was unmanned as she walked through the green zone, as she did not hold a EU passport, unless it was a fake. At this moment she traveled “as herself” a most surprising thing even for her. All the documents were in fact the legal documents that she had been given to her on account of her citizenship rather than having been bought from professionals. It still made her knees wobble a bit, she had never felt quite so uncomfortable as giving her “real” passport to an official customs agent. Weird. On the outside she looked like a thin girl of Asian descent.
The Planet Gun Smoke, or the PGS as they were known in the trade gave their employees that added sense of comfort. They would do nothing if the delivery was safe, it was only when something potential could go wrong that they made their moves. In this particular case their mission was to observe Vash 24 hours a day, and confirm, report and fully evaluate. They were only to interrupt activities to prevent damage to the delivery, preferable before it could occur. Agents had fallen on this mission due to its dangerous nature; Vash had a high sense of precaution and would see any type of monitoring of his movements as a threat to his delivery. Vash the Stampede worked for the Bernadelli Insurance Group. This insurance company specialized in small highly valuable deliverers. Shin Eiy had accepted the mission with a clear determination of justice. It was the double lock that ensured high-level focus on security that Mr. Smith found comforting while moving such levels of real cash worth around. The risk that Vash the Stampede killed a PGS agent now and again was one that had to be included into the bottom line. He was a highly skilled currier, whose untimely death would cause a stir within the “small sized highly valuable” transport community (SeHVs), where the two major players lived in a strange symbiosis with each other, the Bernadelli Insurance Group and the PGS.
Mr. Smith stood his square patch of ground, “So Michael, what would a PGS agent do if the delivery was seen to be in danger, I’ll tell you what they do, the PGS agent in question would try and complete the delivery with all his or her life force, and not make a dash for the hills. Running for the hills with the delivery means only one thing; a certain painfully and very slow death. This is the nature of the PGS. The teeth Michael, I am becoming tired now; I have enjoyed our little game to the fullest. Give me my teeth now Michael.
Had Meryl Stryfe been working normally she would have killed Vash and made sure the delivery was on time as soon as she suspected any deviation from plan. There is no other protocol for such an operation. But Meryl Stryfe had changed from a PGS agent to a woman who dares to travel the outer (Outlaw) regions. Why?
“We never know what tomorrow may bring. Someday we will be blown by the wind and absorbed into the sandy earth”. Nicholas D Wolfwood.
This thought had revolutionized her entire mind. The possibility that each action is irrelevant compared with this being blown by the wind into the earth. That had turned her mind. After killing Vash in Palermo historical urinal she removed the package from him and left for Sweden as Meryl Stryfe. Her first plan was to make the delivery in person to Mr. Smith and kill him. When the scene called for it, her cloak flips open and she uses her derringers guns with an almost divine technique in order to handle a demanding situation. The derringers gun is the type of gun that is easier for her small hands to handle. But could there be a better and more efficient way?
She realized that killing Mr. Smith was futile, it would merely leave a vacuum to be filled by some other scum-sucking heap of dung like Smith. But still she felt personally obliged to deliver an unpleasant and painful death to the man that had caused so much misery and death in the mines of the southern sectors. He knew what he bought was cheap because the life he bought it with was cheap. The poorest of black minors who dared to try to smuggle diamonds out of the government run mines were the cheapest of the all, the most desperate of men. Their bodies often hung up on the wire by the companies as examples to others inclined to talk to Smiths agents or any other agents. But still there were enough minors willing to take the chance of making three months pay for small diamonds. Three months pay could keep you and your family alive if you had the fever and couldn’t work. After each shift the minors were inspected by security, doctors and dentists to ensure no object was in their body. X-rays were used regularly to see if anything had been swallowed, after a while working the minors were exposed to high level radiation due to all the X-rays.
Mr. Smith had a team of surgeons made a small flesh pouch just under the armpit of the minor, the pouch was invisible to the human eye and even pressing against it would cause no suspicion as the flesh behind it was soft. So even when a diamond was tucked into the pocket of flesh it was unnoticeable. The companies knew of losses but hadn’t worked out how it was done. The diamonds where then molded into dentures that were sent to Surleson & Engkvist Dental Applications to be cleaned and removed from the dentures. Mr. Smith received his diamond wrapped and packed individually the way he liked best in a box that looked like the upper and lower dentures of a human face.
She was dressed in a large green long coat, it looked like something from the 18 hundreds with a matching green top hat; He had a black half long woolen coat with a white beard and a black beret. The child had an overall on. All three where in he boat, the man who was in fact the lady, climbed uneasily around to where the child was standing still. The man spoke in German about buying vanilla éclairs from the bakery to chuff the child with. The woman in the green costume seemed to be of the same idea that the child needed chuffing with cream buns, in spite of it’s almost Zen like stillness on the climbing frame.
Despite her concerns Meryl Stryfe traveled from town to town through this cold deserted land, Botvidsgatan. And when she got there she would know what to do. He would show here the way and together they would achieve their aim along with the rest of the group.
The End. Part 1
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