woodworm... chapter 1
The day after....
“It's funny how shit turns out, isn't it?” Beccy said, turning away from the screen and looking at her boyfriend. Her very posh accent conflicting with her words...
“How do ya' mean?” Kal said.
“Well, from a career perspective, don't you think that from graduate, to business excec., to hooker, to spy, doesn't just maybe seem 'a little bit funny?', "
“Speak for yourself, hun,” Kal said, “I've never been a graduate, and that IS a bit weird, I suppose....yeah.”
“Shut up!, you know what I mean” Beccy replied slapping his shoulder.
“What's fuckin' _un_funny is that we are still fighin', that's what's seriously UNfunny." He said, staring at the screen.
"I need a break,"
"Who'd of thought that any of this would be real life,?", He carried on,
"Armoured friggin' cars patrolling our streets and hauling anyone off to prison for no reason. Twilight zone, that's what it is, mate. ”
“Yeah, hooking was so much more fun before the spyin', ” Beccy said, smiling sadly.
They fell silent, as they watched the action unfold on the TV screen.
It wasn't TV of course, it was Beccy getting screwed from yesterday's meeting.
They were editing out the pointless parts before they processed it, and passed it onto.... someone.
They had no use for it, blackmailing wasn't their game - But it was useful to someone who's game it very much, was.
Kal's mind drifted back, while his eyes remained on the screen, still working.....
Back to that fateful day, when they both changed their job titles.
From 'hedonistic partyers', to 'we have serious shit to deal with'.
...."Use your talents, " A guy said to them one day. They never knew his name.
"You're good at what you do," He said, as they sat in the bar, drinking beer. "So use it. Help change things. This world is going to shit, and only action is gonna bring it back from the precipice. "
He left them a number to contact him,if they ever wanted to know more about getting involved.
Kal and Beccy had discussed if for weeks after that chance meet.
They wondered just how 'by chance' it really was, looking back. They looked at everything nowadays with a far more cynical eye.
...Hour after hour, day after day they discussed it, long into the night hours..pro's, cons' consequences, dangers, excitement , (fun?)...
It was the (then) President Obama, and Hillary Clinton the (then) secretary of state, that finally convinced them of their decision.
'Isn't it ironic?', as a leftist singer once said...Far more ironic than she could have ever possibly known, way back in the early 90's.
The money dropping escapades to foreign countries, and the destruction of Libya as a country, and then the tsunami of migrating people- changed everything - for them both.
They couldn't ignore it any longer.
The writing on the wall was no longer faded paint, that could be made invisible by other distractions.
It had now become five foot letters in a bright red neon.
Now they could both see what lay ahead, as clear as day.
IF no one changed their mindsets, and got busy to change the direction of things, everyone was fucked.
It was that simple.
The truth was staring them in the face. They couldn't walk away from it now even if they'd wanted to...
While sealing their own fate with their twisted insanity , Obwanker and Shitary (as they were now called) also sealed Beccy's and Kal's fate.
They made contact.
The number they had been given wasn't so much of a number, as a series of numbers,and letters.
And a website link.
It was an account number and a profile ID, to something called...
Steemit......
'That was two years ago', Kal thought to himself, sadly . 'Two fucking years of fighting....'
Beccy Jolted him out of his thought's... "Uh?"
“Does my bum look big like that,? ” Beccy repeated, her face looking very serious..
Kal couldn't help but laugh.
At the absurdity, not her butt.
Here they both were, editing a sex tape with a well known personality as the star of the show (without his knowledge) and in doing do, they were both participating in a crime that could possibly hold a death sentence...
And Beccy was worrying about the size of her butt....?
He put his arms around her, and hugged her, “Your bum looks perfectly gorgeous, honey, ”
“That's ok then." She said, satisfied.
He never lied to her.
There's no fucking way I'm ever gonna to face a firing squad someday, and the last words that I ever hear being..
"Is this that girl with the massive ass? "
