Dark Future Short Stories - Seventeen - The Mexican way to party
The Mexican way to party
Mexico these days had no government anymore, it was no democracy, but an anarchic republique in which all parts constantly competet, arranged and attacked each other. Mexico as a nation never recoverd from the rule of the Kartells, but only the national tax collecting system lost. All others gained ground. The toxic substances livestyle of the Kartells based on cultivating coca plants, poppy seeds and running chemical labs to make designer drugs found its place as much as day kidnappers and rich kid party heads looking for excessive drug use and hardcore sex experiances right next to chilling places for the calm and easy sheep of corporate world along with the real Mexican these days all in arms living inbetween the different gated comunities, CCTV private military secured tourist centers and Kartell strongholds their lives of what them forigners dropped of their tables.
Most never left their own spots, except the real Mexican being the workforce as Kartell drivers always sober and reliable, room service employees always clean and never steeling for the corpo vacation resorts or selling small handmade products in the tourist city centre spots offering never the same vacation memories, but all armed with simple, cheap but reliable guns, ready to retaliate hard and quick and by knowing the territory a force not to fucked with, but payed fair by those trying to get rich in enough trouble with each other already.
All major corpo players had their spot for small to big earners serving different demands of luxirous income levels.
Sarah-Lisa was doing some material for her blog on her private computer in a bank society owned real nice party spot at the coast of Mexico enjoying tanning, some nice none-alcoholic drinks that would get exchanged by some coctails later the evening when the day club turned the roof top part of the beach club registering and anaylsing the banks staff behaviour for future career options and also used the approximity to a hidden short range responder next to her spot to transfer her bosses entire calender and travell arrangement since she started slowley, but reliably to someone that would retaliate her best friends tragic death in a car crash the brutal way as he said only once.
It was a great vacation and she was sure to be save. Striker kept his word having a repuation in the local party spot all around the banks HQs and she waited a year for this trip to help ending von Asshole so her friends ghost could rest and would not visit her anymore every week in at least one dream.
