Creative Writing: The Patriot
At 0713 on the 31st of February, thirty-two minutes before he had to leave for work, Moss dragged himself out of bed amidst the roar of rain pummeling against his capsule’s window. He showered in the cramped communal bathroom, drank his Honcho™ in his cramped doorway next to his cramped kitchen counter, and sat down on his cramped desk. As he pulled up a paperback copy of The NEON Patriot, he spied a figure blocking the ghost insignia on his window.
Twenty minutes left.
He wasn’t expecting guests.
“Ah, about time you’ve noticed me! I was beginning to wonder if you were doing this on purpose.” The young-looking man spoke in a hushed tone as he leaned against the windowsill.
“Mud? As in, the Mud that my department has been trying to pin down for months?”
“In the flesh.”
“Well, aren’t you peppy.” Moss …show more content…
Just help me out for one day, and you’ll see how fun it is to live on the wild side.”
“Please. I’ve never had fun in my life. Besides, if I wanted a relaxed life, wouldn’t it make more sense for me to just arrest you right and put an end to this case, instead of risking getting killed?” Moss smirks.
“But you know I’m not the only person trying to skip town out there,” Mud starts pouring a serving of Honchos™ in a cup - Moss’s cup. “And if my sources are correct, you’ve been… dissatisfied with work lately. Long hours, backdoor corruption, not to mention all the trouble I’ve been causing you lately. Am I right?”
Mud sips the supplement.
Seven minutes left, and right he was. It was undeniable that Moss hated his job, and the rise in defectors was tough enough to deal with without having to turn a blind eye to every other Dragon he had a lead on.
“What I’m trying to say is, you know I’ve been smuggling people out for years, but I’m finally close to getting out here myself. And I need your wits, just like how you need my ticket out. Come on, you won’t have to do much work at all.”
Five minutes.
The magic words that Moss was waiting for his entire
Twenty minutes left.
He wasn’t expecting guests.
“Ah, about time you’ve noticed me! I was beginning to wonder if you were doing this on purpose.” The young-looking man spoke in a hushed tone as he leaned against the windowsill.
“Mud? As in, the Mud that my department has been trying to pin down for months?”
“In the flesh.”
“Well, aren’t you peppy.” Moss …show more content…
Just help me out for one day, and you’ll see how fun it is to live on the wild side.”
“Please. I’ve never had fun in my life. Besides, if I wanted a relaxed life, wouldn’t it make more sense for me to just arrest you right and put an end to this case, instead of risking getting killed?” Moss smirks.
“But you know I’m not the only person trying to skip town out there,” Mud starts pouring a serving of Honchos™ in a cup - Moss’s cup. “And if my sources are correct, you’ve been… dissatisfied with work lately. Long hours, backdoor corruption, not to mention all the trouble I’ve been causing you lately. Am I right?”
Mud sips the supplement.
Seven minutes left, and right he was. It was undeniable that Moss hated his job, and the rise in defectors was tough enough to deal with without having to turn a blind eye to every other Dragon he had a lead on.
“What I’m trying to say is, you know I’ve been smuggling people out for years, but I’m finally close to getting out here myself. And I need your wits, just like how you need my ticket out. Come on, you won’t have to do much work at all.”
Five minutes.
The magic words that Moss was waiting for his entire