Dark Future Short Stories - Twelve - Old School Rockers
Old School Rockers
Geronimo, the chef tain of the Satan's Robbers was still in a hang over when he heard the news. The other club, that during the downfall went straight into MegCon asses ruling their party and drug supply and all dirt work based on a solid revenue stream going richer than ever, was about to ran trigger happy into a major war.
He closed his leather biker trousers and crawled out of in between the four groupies that still slept deep after the appropriate ending of a rockers festival making it up to the chef tain's private rooms here deep in the woods of what is still the darkest of all forests.
During the downfall nature claimed back a lot of territory and many villages were wiped out by either the diseases that spread or by all and everyone moving out and away to look for a more prosperous future in the now in population exploding sprawls. Basically, the territory from the Rhine and just south of central Europe's biggest sprawl, straight down to the big lake and to the east hitting the old motorway lost about 90% of its population and agricultural industry.
Somewhere in the mid mountains next to a ski slope hill they took their ground when they had to retreat out of the sprawl that now was ruled by a group that everyone called The Rhinos being known for toxic drugs only. The Robbers where as their name stated living of robbery runs through the gated communities of the rich corporate world gated villages, pushed fine quality out door grown from their protected farms all around the castle village they had build up and kept expending, they were running a ski slope system in winter and several major festivals giving all those living next to corporate world a few days out and off the concrete and tarmac world. Raiding deserted German and French Army barracks and taking over a small arms factory during the downfall ensured along with their military knowledge from a very different time that even corporate forces thought twice about even considering trespassing their territory.
Geronimo rolled up from their indoor grown high quality and before firing up prepared a nose of some powder that was Satan's Robbery special. It was a stimulant and extracted from a plant growing at the equator, but in no way as strong or toxic as most other substances. A toxic from the sprawl would not even feel any impact, but their supply guaranteed a fragile peace and steady source of goods out from the sprawl. Business is business and personal is personal.
He sat in the rebuild shed of the farm that was in the centre of the village half way up the mountain that was surrounded by several new walls, little towers and had received a full upgrade turning it into a rockers club house dream come true. The large bed, ready to take on a harem of women, was well prepared to welcome party hungry women all up for pleasing the bad boys needs and desires of pleasure in all white with mosquito nets, even so no mosquito was seen around ever.
The table was a full solid gold plate and Turkish style cushions created the chill sofa surrounding it. The ceiling was high and had large windows along with a huge fire place a bit away and thousand of candles no woman coming in would be able to resist the chef tain and his officers. At the wall a few private rooms would help to persuade the shy, but willing and both bar and kitchen were as open as the huge jacuzzi and shower bath. Just a Turkish steam bath like Striker had in his Sahara home he visited when he cleared the deal for the purple powder supply, was a bit too much. Oil and two hours to heat up an area that has at noon 45 degrees 0 humidity onto about 70 and 100 was .... like Striker....
She drove down to tell him in person. Squeezy had a crush on Geronimo and his blokes since god dam ever. They were allies and lovers. Best friends and sometimes siblings. The message made it from a stripper working as a half naked waitress in the top dogs prime club and biggest competitor to the squash place of the street sport division and through a private Peer News Network channel right onto her roof top office screen.
They will attack Marseille.
Geronimo kept staring at her and she was not sure if she should repeat it. He sat there. Had a good morning nose, fired up the joint, leaned back only wearing is trousers, inhaled and still did not say anything. If he would not start speaking, squeezy would be all about jumping at him making sure he would not get a full phrase formulated, except dirty talk, for all of this Monday.
Do you...
Yes. I do. --- I just wonder, if Striker will this time use the howitzer battery that we helped him hiding in range from the banks main tower. He said it was for a special moment.
Howi..??
Cannons, pre-downfall build, 150mm calibre, 50 kilogram high explosive shells. Six of them with 100 shells each in hidden bunkers and he upgraded them practically full auto remote controlled, military high end tec freak he is with a favour to fucking out of mankind minds overkill when ever he just fucking can. They are sitting already aiming in a lost village that he said he would have secured by breeding genetically modified rats, that he would also have to control by a system of traps in a circle around the village.... As soon we are back gone out on our way home and stressed to not come back as in ever - ever.
Uaahhg. The 10 kilo monsters?
Yeah. Good leather he said. Good meat he said. And the teeth he can sell as Chinese medicine he said.
Puuah.
I wonder if he actually understands that this is real earth, not a biblical place known as hell, that is clearly not on this planet according to the book he keeps referring to in the weirdest moments.
So....
We wait and warn the bathtube. Maybe they trespass on the old motorway and the toll business could need a new spark, really. ---- But, how are you? It's been while...
I wondered, if you'd never asked. Who is that red head there?
I introduce you.
No. Let her come, she won't need a lot of time.
Mmmmhh.....
Squeezy slowly opened her blouse and came over having and enjoying their impact.
