It Sometimes Snows In May: A B.E.A.N. Police Novella by Tope Oluwole Page A
Authors: Tope Oluwole
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his wrist. I just wanted to run a final round of Q-A testing to make sure the app can run across different mobile connections. I’m sure your Triad buddies can appreciate that?”
“Save the B-S for your wife. Load it up. I wanna see how it runs.”
Zota cracks a smile. “You don’t trust me? After all this time?” He extends his arm with the band, and then rolls it behind his back like a magician. Ryles, snaps her fingers twice, her scowl deepens. Zota’s smile disappears, he brings his wrist forward, facing Ryles. He runs his palm slowly over the top of the band, and the display lights up. He taps the icon of the app, and launches into a series of taps and swipes and finally a shake. All the while Ryles only nods in approval with each action as he completes it.
“Nothing personal, but twenty percent of nada , is nada . And it’s not you I don’t trust, it’s your habits.” Ryles taps her fingers together and then points to Zota’s cybernetic four-in-ones. Ryles then motions at the band on Zota’s wrist. Zota’s presses with two organic fingers on either side of the band. The band releases itself from Zota’s wrist with about an inch opening. When Zota touches the band again it straightens itself out completely, while he passes it to Ryles.
“About that twenty percent, change of plan. I’m going with you.” Zota waits for Ryles reaction. She smacks the membrane across her wrist which forms the band. “Which means,” Zota continues, “I’ll be updating your fee down to the escort tier, from the agent tier. In one fluid motion Ryles pulls out an auto-pistol from behind her, and points its silencer tipped barrel at Zota's head.
“You must be speaking computer code ‘cause I didn’t hear that,” Ryles replies. “Don’t think for a second because you know where all my tattoos are, that I won’t split you in two if you try to play me, and collect my twenty percent,” Ryles says.
Zota raises his hands, and shows a bright set of porcelain teeth surrounded by a nervous smile. “Hey now... If you're going to kill me...why don’t you just take it all?” Zota asks.
“I haven’t survived this long in this business by being greedy,” Ryles replies. “You might wanna learn something about that.” After a few seconds of reading Ryles expression, Zota slowly takes one step forward. Ryles tenses up her right arm, so that it’s straight and steady. “Don’t be stupid.”
Zota stops moving forward. “Then why don’t you be smart for the both of us. Just because I’m lousy managing women, doesn’t mean I’m lousy with numbers.”
Ryles recoils and her eyes narrow. “Huh?” The auto-pistol lowers a couple of inches. Zota lowers himself until he's on his knees, while Ryles follows him with her the auto-pistol until the barrel is touching his forehead.
“Just hear me out. The Triad agreed to our two million, with little drama,” Zota says.
Ryles shrugs. “It was an offer they couldn’t refuse.”
“No! The Triad know what this is worth, and they are willing to pay at least ten-times that for the source code and the rights. And...since five percent of twenty million is one million, I believe I just gave you a six-hundred-thousand-dollar bonus. Zota smiles. Ryles eyes soften. Zota turns his head to the side so the auto-pistol runs by his right ear, and Ryles outstretched arm rests on his shoulder.
“What’s that old saying?” Ryles asks. “About a bird in my hand is worth two in a bush?”
Zota whispers, “Well you need to get out of the bushes to see the forest for the trees.” Zota moves within a foot of Ryles.
Ryles reacts by hooking her shooting arm at a right angle forcing Zota within inches of her face. “But...greedy bastard, we have a contract with the Tri-ad. Do you really want to mess with the Tri-ad?”
Zota replies, "Have
“Save the B-S for your wife. Load it up. I wanna see how it runs.”
Zota cracks a smile. “You don’t trust me? After all this time?” He extends his arm with the band, and then rolls it behind his back like a magician. Ryles, snaps her fingers twice, her scowl deepens. Zota’s smile disappears, he brings his wrist forward, facing Ryles. He runs his palm slowly over the top of the band, and the display lights up. He taps the icon of the app, and launches into a series of taps and swipes and finally a shake. All the while Ryles only nods in approval with each action as he completes it.
“Nothing personal, but twenty percent of nada , is nada . And it’s not you I don’t trust, it’s your habits.” Ryles taps her fingers together and then points to Zota’s cybernetic four-in-ones. Ryles then motions at the band on Zota’s wrist. Zota’s presses with two organic fingers on either side of the band. The band releases itself from Zota’s wrist with about an inch opening. When Zota touches the band again it straightens itself out completely, while he passes it to Ryles.
“About that twenty percent, change of plan. I’m going with you.” Zota waits for Ryles reaction. She smacks the membrane across her wrist which forms the band. “Which means,” Zota continues, “I’ll be updating your fee down to the escort tier, from the agent tier. In one fluid motion Ryles pulls out an auto-pistol from behind her, and points its silencer tipped barrel at Zota's head.
“You must be speaking computer code ‘cause I didn’t hear that,” Ryles replies. “Don’t think for a second because you know where all my tattoos are, that I won’t split you in two if you try to play me, and collect my twenty percent,” Ryles says.
Zota raises his hands, and shows a bright set of porcelain teeth surrounded by a nervous smile. “Hey now... If you're going to kill me...why don’t you just take it all?” Zota asks.
“I haven’t survived this long in this business by being greedy,” Ryles replies. “You might wanna learn something about that.” After a few seconds of reading Ryles expression, Zota slowly takes one step forward. Ryles tenses up her right arm, so that it’s straight and steady. “Don’t be stupid.”
Zota stops moving forward. “Then why don’t you be smart for the both of us. Just because I’m lousy managing women, doesn’t mean I’m lousy with numbers.”
Ryles recoils and her eyes narrow. “Huh?” The auto-pistol lowers a couple of inches. Zota lowers himself until he's on his knees, while Ryles follows him with her the auto-pistol until the barrel is touching his forehead.
“Just hear me out. The Triad agreed to our two million, with little drama,” Zota says.
Ryles shrugs. “It was an offer they couldn’t refuse.”
“No! The Triad know what this is worth, and they are willing to pay at least ten-times that for the source code and the rights. And...since five percent of twenty million is one million, I believe I just gave you a six-hundred-thousand-dollar bonus. Zota smiles. Ryles eyes soften. Zota turns his head to the side so the auto-pistol runs by his right ear, and Ryles outstretched arm rests on his shoulder.
“What’s that old saying?” Ryles asks. “About a bird in my hand is worth two in a bush?”
Zota whispers, “Well you need to get out of the bushes to see the forest for the trees.” Zota moves within a foot of Ryles.
Ryles reacts by hooking her shooting arm at a right angle forcing Zota within inches of her face. “But...greedy bastard, we have a contract with the Tri-ad. Do you really want to mess with the Tri-ad?”
Zota replies, "Have
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