MachCiv Dreams 3

Looked over some notes from a project that never worked out:  “Crosses & Doublecrosses.”  It was to be a political-espionage thriller.  I stopped writing the story after about a page and switched to notes.  After ten pages of notes, I realized that 1) this was work, not fun, and 2) I’m not cut out for this sort of story – at least, not right now.

It was to be the back-story of what happened in Texas during the Breakup.  The main character was Sylvia Fernandez, a lawyer who comes to work for Clive Barrett and his state terror organization I modeled on the Checka.  Clive Barrett is the father of the heroine of my first two novels, T4L and EFL.

Below the fold is one of the introductory scenes.  Looking at my notes, I’d forgotten that I’d cross-populated this part of the story with a character from my visual novel, OTChi Kocchi (reviewed here).  I was younger then.

Sylvia stifled yet another sigh as she stood in line at the car rental office.  Being unexpectedly stranded in the Dallas/Fort Worth airport was one thing.  Finding out almost all commercial flights were cancelled was another.  And it got better:  any of those flights – or even a car rental – all wanted either specie or the new Sino-Russian currency, the ria.  The line moved again.  They were now second.

“Big Sis, how much longer?”

Sylvia turned her head left to look down a bit at her younger sister, Roberta.  Unlike Sylvia, Roberta looked like a throwback to their mother’s ethnic Chinese mother:  dark hair and almond eyes.  Only her skin was lighter, from their almost pure-blood Spanish father.  In contrast to her big sister’s gray suit, Roberta was dressed for what she was:  a college student going back to school from an overseas trip.  Roberta glanced around furtively then whispered into Sylvia’s ear.

“<Are you really going to use the silver that Grandmother gave you?>”  Roberta whispered in Tagalog.  “<That’s supposed to be family treasure!>”

“We’ve little choice if we’re going to try to get home,” Sylvia replied in a conversational tone in English.  “The news we heard on the flight from Manila to LA didn’t make a lot of sense, but I can’t imagine things are as bad as some of the talking heads on the news programs make it out to be…”

“Excuse me, please, ma’am?”  They turned to regard the man behind them in line.  About an inch taller than Sylvia, he wore those ubiquitous denim jeans that everyone in Texas seemed to.  His shirt was an unusual light green, and the closed collar different from any traditional fashion Sylvia was familiar.  Even in the late afternoon heat, he wore a thin black leather jacket as well.

“Yes?”  She asked politely.

“Sorry about listen’ in, but I didn’t want to see any harm coming to you ladies,” he said with a polite smile.  “But, truth be told, things is actually much worse than what you’ve seen on TV.  I’m just back from Atlanta, on my way to…points north, but that city is a complete battleground.  Mobs were storming the airport just as our plane cleared the ground.”

He shook his head and pointed at the counter ahead of them.  “If y’all are planning on any inter-state driving… well, I hope y’all are heavily armed.”  He said with a pointed glance at their luggage.

Sylvia wondered just how much of that she should believe.  A two-year tour of the criminal justice system right after getting her law degree had honed her sixth sense for when someone was lying, and this guy did not give her that vibe….

“Next!”  The woman from behind the counter called.

“Thank you for the information,” she told the man.  “We’ll take that under consideration.”  He nodded.

Sylvia and Roberta took their place at the counter.  The woman on the opposite side was huge:  at least six feet tall and built as if she could break a man in half.  Her hair was a fascinating copper color, falling over her face to occlude her left eye.

“Welcome to Aris Rent A Car.  To save time, are you paying in gold, silver, or rias?”  She asked curtly, but in a rich, resonating voice.

So those rumors were true.

“Silver,” Sylvia replied.  She heard her sister mutter something with the word “…grandmother…” in it.

“Very good,” the woman replied.  “Are you planning on taking the vehicle out of state?”

Sylvia thought for a moment about what the stranger behind them said.  They had to get home, dammit!


The large woman pushed a piece of paper toward them.  “We have these models at these rates.”

Sylvia was appalled.

“But…!  That’s…!”

“My company assumes that all vehicles taken out of state will not return.  Therefore, this is considered a sale, not a rental.”

*pop*  *pop!* *pop!*

From just outside came some odd sounds.  Sylvia was turning as the plate glass window shattered under more gunfire.  Having survived two islamist terror attacks back on Luzon, she dropped by instinct.

Roberta just stood there.

“Get d—!”  She started to yell, but her voice was drowned out by more shooting.  “Ooof!”

She was suddenly crushed.  Sylvia twisted her head to see that the stranger behind them had tackled Roberta, with his body atop both of them as a shield.

She heard an odd sound; like the charging of an old-style flashbulb… that was followed by the tall woman leaping over her counter.  With an AK-47 in her hand.  She took three quick steps then fired several short burst out, through where the glass used to be.  Following her aim, Sylvia noted a car and a van had pulled up just to the building’s door.  Robbery attempt, I bet.  Then, just outside the door, she saw the body of the man who’d been in line ahead of them.

In a short lull in the firing, the man who was over them yelled, “Stay down!”  He rolled off of them, coming to his knees holding a huge semiautomatic pistol.  Does everyone here carry guns, Sylvia wondered?

“How many?”  The man yelled.

“Six confirmed,” the copper-haired woman yelled back.  “Four are down; two behind the van.  Please stay where you are; I will…”  As the grenade sailed into the room and rolled to just a foot from Sylvia’s face.

God!  Not like this!  Even as she thought that, with a heave she pushed her sister fully behind her against the lower part of the counter, shielding her little sister with her body.

There was a blur.  She thought it was the counter lady again… but who can move that fast.  She stood where the grenade had been, her posture that of someone who just tossed a ball.  There was a huge explosion just outside.

“Advancing!”  The man cried.

For only the tiniest moment, the woman glanced back at Sylvia, a ghost of a smile in her eye.  Then she was carefully following the man outside.  There was more shooting, but no more explosions.  She felt Roberta shift behind her.  Sylvia moved slightly.

“Squished!”  Roberta cried.

“I don’t care!”  Her big sister yelled back at her.  “Don’t move, dammit!”

Glass crunching under his shoes, she saw the man with the pistol walk back in.

“You two ladies alright?”  He asked.  Sylvia moved off of her sister, who was trying to catch her breath.

“I think… think so.”  She gestured outside.  “Armed robbery?  Because this place only takes hard currency?”

He nodded.  “Likely.  No idea why they don’t have more guards posted…”

“Because I am more than enough,” the tall woman said as she walked back into her business.  The man laughed.

“Really?  Your place is wrecked.  If you’d more of an obvious deterrent, then they might have left you alone.”  That was a little harsh, Sylvia thought.

But the woman smiled at him.

“You are under the misimpression that renting cars is my business.”  Her smile didn’t reach her eye.  “We both serve harsh masters.”

The man nodded once.  Taking out his phone, he sighed and put it away.  “No service.  May I use your landline?”


While he talked quietly into the phone, the woman walked over to where the window had been.  “Guess I will let Jun fix this later,” she muttered.

“Sis!  Sis!”  Her sister was still panicked.  “What the heck happened?”

“As I said earlier,” Sylvia said to her, “robbery attempt, but with a lot of firepower.”

“What are we going to do now?”

From that sheet that shocked her so badly before the altercation, she knew they could not afford to ‘buy’ a car; and after, maybe things were was bad as that man had said….  He hung up the phone and turned towards them.

“Right!  We’ll have a crew here in a bit to clean up.  I’ll need a statement from you two, but after all this,” he gestured about with a smile, “how about we do that over dinner?  Ma’am?”  This directed at the copper-haired woman.


“I’ll be needing a sedan; in-state only.”

“Of course.  The price will be…”

He removed something that looked like a badge to Sylvia and placed in on the counter amidst the tiny pieces of glass.

“Law enforcement discount?”

The woman broke into an odd smile.

“For ExComm?  Of course!”

What was ‘ExComm,’ Sylvia wondered.

While the woman busied herself with some papers, he turned towards Sylvia and Roberta.

“By the way, ‘name’s Alan Rupert.”  He smiled again.  “I’m an officer of the Extraordinary Commission for the Protection of the Republic!”

He glanced out the shattered window and back at them.

“Welcome to Texas!”

3 thoughts on “MachCiv Dreams 3

    1. I’m going to try! Daily writing is as important to a writer as a daily practice or workout is to an athlete. This one, #3, was a bit longer as I was working from notes. #’s 1 and 2 were me just sitting down and typing.

      Barring unwelcome interference from RealLife(TM), I’m planning to keep these shorts coming. In fact, I saw #4 as I was waking up this morning. I’ll type it up now!


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