Above Heaven, Below Hell #180: Corporate Wake-ups

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Flashes of Sanity has changed name to Above Heaven, Below Hell! I am changeing the name because it is not flash fiction. It is a whole story with chapters!

Four times a week, a chapter of 500 words or less will be published. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.

I would love to know my readers more! So, I’ll be having a question of the week from now on!

This weeks question: who is your favorite character in this little universe? Tell me in the comments! (It’s okay if there are more than one ;))

Today’s entry: Corporate Wake-ups

Enjoy!

The sun rose outside the bunker. The apartment that housed one of SurgeRay’s hidden warehouses went from dark to grey, and all life kept hidden from the streets.
A camera filmed the view from a streetlight. Even though it was bent and the glass bowl was crushed, the camera had remained intact. Donald was thankful for that. On his screen inside the bunker, he caught every movement and could ensure that no unnecessary eyes would see him as he and Carl walked out.
“Caught anything?” Carl leaned in over the screen in his new suit. He corrected the sleeves while touching the boar buttons.
“No.” Donald suppressed the smile. “We are good to go.”
Five minutes later both stood at the entrance with backpacks bursting with ammunition on their backs. Donald had revolver in his belt and an automatic rifle tied to the backpack. Carl had the same. Considering, the empty cabinets in the bunker, Donald suspected the man carried more out of sight.
“Where are we heading first?” Carl said.
Donald looked to his right, then his left. “To the southern hills.”
“You really think they still live there? Shouldn’t it be safer to get as far away as possible?”
“It probably is safer?” Donald tapped the can on the right of the backpack. The coffee numbed the echoing steel. “But these guys probably would die before they let status get stolen from them.”
“Pride,” Carl said.
“It is a dangerous baggage to carry.” Donald glanced at the shining button on Carl’s sleeve. “Very dangerous.”
“I suggest we take west and go round the hive.” Carl corrected his sleeve again.
“You are right.” Donald nodded. “The low lives probably still think of it as the best place to own.”
“Yes, because of pride.”
“It is always pride.”
The two walked along the streets. They turned into an alley and disappeared into the darkness. The last the sun saw was the glimmering boars on Carl’s sleeves.


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