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

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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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Flashes of Sanity #132: Corporate meeting

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Today’s entry: corporate meeting

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”What do you take away from all this?” Donald said as he scanned the city from their new abandoned apartment. What once had been a rooftop suite had become four walls barely holding together.
Outside, the streets were on fire. A city screamed in terror and pain, and above it all a man flew around on a sleigh.
“May I first ask if you truly believe it is him?” The Reviewer walked up beside Donald, his apprentice came close after.
“I am sure it is Sam.”
The Reviewer looked out through the once-a-mirror in silence. The man in the sleigh shot fire onto a building creating a sentence in hell fire.
‘WHERE ARE YOU DONALD?’
“He is still angry with you.”
“That much I figured out for myself. Anything else.”
“The fact that he dresses like Santa and flies around on a sleigh pulled by reindeers forces me to questions what I thought was facts.”
“Yes, but how do we take him down?”
“We have a rocket launcher. But that would give them our position. We could fight them from the streets, but the most probable conclusion is that,” the Reviewer looked down at the streets screaming, “he has people there too.”
Donald thought about the two dead ends. He sipped his coffee.
“That leaves below ground to be explored. This hotel has a path through the cellar to the sewer if I remember it correct. Should that be a path worth considering?”
The Reviewer turned to his apprentice. “What do you think?”
The apprentice flinched as if they thrown their fists at his face.
“What I think?” The apprentice gathered himself and corrected his suit.
Probably something The Reviewer taught him.
“Do we have to exit our place of safety?”
“Yes,” Donald said. “They will find us anyway. It is better we take the battle in our hands.”
Donald thought about his people on the street. Not an army, but a resistance. It was only a matter of time before the wrong person decided that the pain wasn’t worth it.
“Then it is decided,” the reviewer said. “Well done, Mitch. Mr. Diamond, should we inform the others?”
“Yes.” Donald continued to look out the window as the two reviewers backed from the window. Partly, he wanted Sam to see him. Get the battle over with. But face-off would guarantee failure.
Donald didn’t want to fail. Especially not when Sam was holding the other gun.
“Just one more question if you don’t mind?” The Reviewer asked. “Sarah, the one who built SurgeRay with you and Sam, you haven’t heard from her?”
“No, I haven’t,” Donald answered. “And I probably won’t.”

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