The Price of Disrespect (Gray Spear Society Book 6) by Alex Siegel Page B
Authors: Alex Siegel
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His eyes bulged with anger. "We stock the shelves. We pick up the garbage. We stand behind the counters. This city runs on our sweat and blood. But do we get any respect? No! Those rich bastards drive in from the suburbs in their big, gas guzzling cars, and they act like they own us. They treat us like we're one inch tall. I'm tired of it. You're tired of it. Today it stops! We're going to scream until they hear our voices. This will be our city again! And if we can't have it, nobody can. We'll burn this stinking, corrupt place to the ground..."
Aaron walked away with a thoughtful expression. Wesley, Tawni, and Norbert followed in that order.
Aaron approached another man who had a white button-up shirt and plaid shorts. He wore sandals with socks, but the socks didn't match.
"Marxists and Mexicans are invading this country!" the man screamed hysterically. "And don't forget the Burmese pythons in Florida or the alien Japanese Kudzu. Our great nation is being overrun by freaks!"
Nobody was listening to his rant.
Smiling pleasantly, Aaron walked up to him and said, "Those are good points."
The man perked up when he saw he had an audience. "You understand me?"
"Sure. Kudzu is dangerous stuff."
"It can tear apart a bridge in a week!"
"Wow." Aaron furrowed his brow. "I had no idea."
Tawni didn't understand what he was doing. The guy in the shorts was clearly insane. What did Aaron hope to gain by humoring him?
The guy smiled. "I can tell you a lot more."
"I'll be happy to listen," Aaron said, "but do you mind answering a question first? When did you start getting this great information? When did you become interested in Kudzu?"
"My enlightenment started two months ago."
"What were you doing before that?"
"I was a plumber," the guy said. "I remember the night it happened. I saw a news report on TV about Zebra mussels in Lake Michigan. That's when I knew the world was in big trouble. I quit my job the next day."
"That's fascinating," Aaron replied with no hint of sarcasm in his voice. "What were you doing that night, exactly? Were you drinking? Was anybody visiting you? Did you eat unusual food?"
Tawni noticed Wesley had a very troubled expression. Norbert was frowning.
"No." The guy shook his head. "Just watching the news. I think I had a pot pie and a beer for dinner. Why do you care?"
"Did you see a strange light?"
"No. Of course, not."
Aaron leaned in. "There was nothing special about that night, other than your unexpected enlightenment?"
"It was just a regular shitty day at work. I came home. I was tired. Why? I want to talk about the conspiracy to control the price of gold. Our natural currency is being manipulated by the sovereign banks!"
"That's great. I should probably go. Keep up the good work."
Aaron swiftly walked away.
Tawni hurried to catch up to him. "Why were you talking to that nut ball? He was spewing garbage."
"I thought he was very informative actually."
She made a face. "Kudzu and Zebra mussels?"
"You have to pay more attention." Aaron stopped and turned. "Norbert, what did we just learn?"
Norbert stood tall. "Judging by the crowd, the phenomenon is obviously affecting a lot of people. I haven't seen any pattern of scars or other marks. The victims seem physically healthy. My first guess would be an environmental agent. Maybe a drug in the air, water, or food. The main symptom is overwhelming anger and anxiety, which the victims try to rationalize."
"That's very good." Aaron nodded.
"Thank you, sir." Norbert grinned.
"Wait!" Tawni said. "You think all these people are poisoned?"
"It's a possibility," Aaron said. "We'll find out one way or another."
She still couldn't figure him out. On one hand, his organization was violent, paranoid, and secretive, which made her think of mobsters. On the other hand, he didn't talk like a criminal. In fact, he seemed comfortable working with the police. The Gray Spear Society was most likely a secret government agency, but Charles' explanation
Aaron walked away with a thoughtful expression. Wesley, Tawni, and Norbert followed in that order.
Aaron approached another man who had a white button-up shirt and plaid shorts. He wore sandals with socks, but the socks didn't match.
"Marxists and Mexicans are invading this country!" the man screamed hysterically. "And don't forget the Burmese pythons in Florida or the alien Japanese Kudzu. Our great nation is being overrun by freaks!"
Nobody was listening to his rant.
Smiling pleasantly, Aaron walked up to him and said, "Those are good points."
The man perked up when he saw he had an audience. "You understand me?"
"Sure. Kudzu is dangerous stuff."
"It can tear apart a bridge in a week!"
"Wow." Aaron furrowed his brow. "I had no idea."
Tawni didn't understand what he was doing. The guy in the shorts was clearly insane. What did Aaron hope to gain by humoring him?
The guy smiled. "I can tell you a lot more."
"I'll be happy to listen," Aaron said, "but do you mind answering a question first? When did you start getting this great information? When did you become interested in Kudzu?"
"My enlightenment started two months ago."
"What were you doing before that?"
"I was a plumber," the guy said. "I remember the night it happened. I saw a news report on TV about Zebra mussels in Lake Michigan. That's when I knew the world was in big trouble. I quit my job the next day."
"That's fascinating," Aaron replied with no hint of sarcasm in his voice. "What were you doing that night, exactly? Were you drinking? Was anybody visiting you? Did you eat unusual food?"
Tawni noticed Wesley had a very troubled expression. Norbert was frowning.
"No." The guy shook his head. "Just watching the news. I think I had a pot pie and a beer for dinner. Why do you care?"
"Did you see a strange light?"
"No. Of course, not."
Aaron leaned in. "There was nothing special about that night, other than your unexpected enlightenment?"
"It was just a regular shitty day at work. I came home. I was tired. Why? I want to talk about the conspiracy to control the price of gold. Our natural currency is being manipulated by the sovereign banks!"
"That's great. I should probably go. Keep up the good work."
Aaron swiftly walked away.
Tawni hurried to catch up to him. "Why were you talking to that nut ball? He was spewing garbage."
"I thought he was very informative actually."
She made a face. "Kudzu and Zebra mussels?"
"You have to pay more attention." Aaron stopped and turned. "Norbert, what did we just learn?"
Norbert stood tall. "Judging by the crowd, the phenomenon is obviously affecting a lot of people. I haven't seen any pattern of scars or other marks. The victims seem physically healthy. My first guess would be an environmental agent. Maybe a drug in the air, water, or food. The main symptom is overwhelming anger and anxiety, which the victims try to rationalize."
"That's very good." Aaron nodded.
"Thank you, sir." Norbert grinned.
"Wait!" Tawni said. "You think all these people are poisoned?"
"It's a possibility," Aaron said. "We'll find out one way or another."
She still couldn't figure him out. On one hand, his organization was violent, paranoid, and secretive, which made her think of mobsters. On the other hand, he didn't talk like a criminal. In fact, he seemed comfortable working with the police. The Gray Spear Society was most likely a secret government agency, but Charles' explanation
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