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    Friday's Coming
    Friday's Coming
    Friday's Coming
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    Friday's Coming

    By Robert W. Castello

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    Jessica Teasdale has a problem. Actually she has several. Jessica is a survivor of the Uptown Fever. Uptown Fever was a whole host of crap that rampaged through Uptown Town on the L-2 colony. The main part was a virus that caused fever that could fry your brain. It also had a whole bunch of other fun stuff that went along for the ride, like uncontrollable bleeding from all sorts of fun places. There was no treatment and no cure.

    Some of the victims managed to just sweat it out and survived, but there was damage from being so hot for so long. Jessica’s primary motor cortex went hinkie. Every few weeks the muscles in her back would slowly swell and strangle her spinal cord. Angel tears would set things right, for a while. A dose of Frinalolchoday would cure it; Friday.

    Angel tears were a byproduct fluid that would build up in a touch-head’s brain. Too much build up could be grave, but was easily drained and liquid gold for the bio-techs. For Jessica it was life. But one evening while trying to glean some tears a freak accident happens and Jessica kills the man.

    And he was a cop. And his fellows didn’t like that.

    Her next big problem was a shadowy fellow named Alistair. Alistair headed a sort of black-ops agency and Jessica worked for him. Alistair claimed that she was on a sort of point system; she did his dirty work and came ever closer to her dose of Friday. And so every Monday morning with the help of her cyborg slave, Geena, Jessica transformed into Samantha Waters, would smile and log in to work as an administrative agent at the city of Boston’s Bureau of Customs and Inspections. At that job she was able to do all sorts of clandestine work for Alistair.

    But her big problem was in the form of two Latvian teenage twins Jane and Jane Rozlapa; a pair of genetically modified wunderkind. And they’re wanted for murder and Alistair wanted them bad. Figuring that they’d attempt to get themselves out of East New England they’d try and find passage via smugglers through the customs house. and so Jessica was on the hunt.

    She didn’t need to hunt long. A day after receiving the assignment, Jane and Jane show up on Jessica’s doorstep on the company of Shelly, one of Jessica’s best friends and a fellow Uptown survivor. Shelly works for Amnesty Inter-colonial. Shelly and the twins scoff at the notion of murder and explain that the twins are being hunted so that their brains can be picked – literally. Shelly begs Jessica’s help.

    And so that becomes Jessica’s biggest problem: turn the kids in and get her Friday, or help them flee and loose that chance forever.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFiction4All
    Release dateAug 23, 2022
    ISBN9781005121488
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      Friday's Coming - Robert W. Castello

      FRIDAY’S COMING

      Robert W. Castello

      Copyright , 2019 Robert W. Castello

      Published by Fiction4All (Double Dragon imprint) at Smashwords

      Copyright 2019 Robert W. Castello

      This Edition 2022

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      CONTENTS

      1 – Tears of an Angel

      2 - Alistair

      3 - Samantha

      4 – Jane and the Other Jane

      5 – Rudy Meyers

      6 - Persuasions

      7 - Evasion

      8 - Flight

      9 - Escape

      10 – The May Queen

      1 - Tears of an Angel

      In all of the greater Boston Metro Area, indeed in all of the city of East New England there wasn’t a bigger asshole than Lenny Bosco. And now he was dead. And I had killed him. And it turned out that he was a cop.

      The moment his heart stopped, the monitor implant sent out the alert Officer Down on all freeks and all bands. Every cop in the city knew who and where. Civilians who cared to check the tone would know, and had I bothered to check mine I would have known too. But even as Boston’s Finest were converging on the building I had my hands full trying to siphon what Angel Tears I could from the port in the man’s brain.

      Lenny had always been a real jerk. He was a Touch-Head and an easy mark. When I couldn’t score tears from heads at the usual clubs he was my fallback. He liked my body and his price was just a giggle dance. I didn’t mind that. What I hated was his attitude. He would lord over me like he was a somebody, and he’d have me dance down to my slippery pretties while he got a bone on and used his toy to get off, right there in front of me.

      It was pretty gross, but it would stimulate his brain. Capillaries would flush and the path down the port would be so much easier. I could always easily get a quarter dram from the man and we’d both be happy.

      But that night he’d been drinking more than usual. He took a long time to climax and he was squirrely. I saw that and I should have stepped away. But I was pissed. I’d worked for the fix and I wasn’t going to go away empty.

      I slammed him into a chair. I should have tied him up or something, but by that time I was hurting. I parted his hair and found the port on the crown of his head. I worked him from behind as I started the probe. He giggled.

      Don’t move, I said.

      Yes Ma’am.

      I mean it and you know it.

      My micro tube followed the wire lead. It was all touch and feel, but I’d done that so many, many times and I knew my way around Lenny’s brain. The probe glided smoothly centimeter by centimeter, deep into the grey.

      Almost home, baby, I said.

      Oh, baby.

      That should have tipped me. My wrists were resting on his head as I worked. I hit a snag. I had to draw the thing back a little and then go forward a couple of times. I was getting frustrated. I hadn’t realized that my boobs were cradling his head. I felt him shudder, but I didn’t see his hand creeping up. I finally got past the hitch and the probe slid straight into the sack.

      Deep in the center of his brain, nestled comfortably in the nucleus accumbens there was a micro implant. A wire threaded through the grey matter to a port on the surface of the skull. When that port was plugged into an Angel he’d get a trickle of micro-amps, the massaging would start and his touch-head brain would be bathed in dopamine sending him into euphoria.

      The beauty side was that, beyond the initial operation, there were no physical harms to the body. There was no liver pickling, no lungs rotting, no chance of an overdose. It was an addict’s dream.

      The down side was that a byproduct fluid would build up around the implant. Held in a sack by surface tension, the buildup was microscopic and harmless --unless it built up too much and the sack ruptured. That would be very bad for the brain. The upside was that the fluid was easily removed, and the liquid was itself gold for the biotechs.

      For me, the stuff was life.

      But this time it was death.

      I had just begun drawing the tears when the idiot started stroking my tit. I jerked. The siphon responded and the sack ruptured. The next thing I knew Lenny was on the floor convulsing, my precious tears seeping into his hair. I wanted to scream.

      I was on him like that. There was no more need for care or caution. The guy was already dead. Moments after the blood flow stopped the brain would collapse in a cascade. I reattached the syringe and drew the plunger. I got a full dram, but there was a lot of blood in there. At that point I didn’t care. I needed to get out of there. That’s when I heard the sirens.

      By then it was too late.

      Two of them burst in through the window. Six busted down the door. I was surrounded by Blue in armor. Eight guns were cocked and pointed at me. Before I knew what was happening something slammed into my kidneys, and I was down on my face, wrists cuffed, palms out, thumbs up. There was a lot of shouting and very bad language. E-Meds were all over Lenny.

      I was frantic. The syringe lay on the floor within my sight and there were boots everywhere. Someone’s heel glanced the thing and it skidded to the wall. I shrieked and thrashed. I felt a muzzle to my head as I gazed at the precious tears.

      Quit your bitching, whore, someone shouted.

      The gun barrel near twisted my neck.

      You don’t understand, I cried.

      For that I got a boot in the ribs.

      He’s gone, an E-Med said.

      You’re fucked, bitch.

      I knew

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