Condominium of Lestor Sayle, Cliff near the sea, Havana, Cuba
19:00
Alexzei
He sat at the extended flooring on the second floor that formed a platform balcony throughout the perimeter of the floor. Below him, his Amphiboy stood inclined on two wheels, supported by a single stand, and the Holddoors were opened from the base and instead of inclining at forty-five degrees towards the back end, they were rotated even more inwards and were parallel to the engine systems of the bike.
Besides him lay his Echis carinatus, he was in love with that nickname, on its front fangs facing the sunset as if it would shoot a bullet any moment and puncture the golden glowing tyre and drown it in the sea; which it already was. He had even laid the two stolen knives, the Eickhorn KM 2000 and the Gerber Mk II; and the grapple gun, besides the sniper. It was good that Sayle's guards weren't equipped classically and did think differently. It had given him a greater choice of weapons
Sitting idle, staring at the sun glowing at its brightest just before it set, and waiting for the darkness to creep, he recollected the day of his beginning. The day from when his mind had begun racing, the day after which he committed himself to a cause. That day was ten days ago. Then, he plunged into a pool of memories where he swam toward the present.
First of November. That day was just as before. The week had just begun and the local night bar at Mexico city was filled with youngsters. He was sitting on a high chair beside the table where the barman was waiting for him to place his order.
"What would you like to be served sir?" the barmen had asked as usual.
"An ice-cold martini, if you would, please."
But as the barman had turned to make him his drink, Alex had spoken to the barman again. "Four of gin, Three of vodka, one and a half of Cointreau, and a half of sweet vermouth with a slice of lemon peel. Stir it to silk."
"Sure sir. Would you like the lemon on the glass or in the drink?" the barman had replied. "Make sure it floats," Alex said to the barman with a wink.
He was at a party with his colleagues from the office. The music was booming and lights and lasers flashed in all directions. It was a 'The Great Grand Success' party hosted in the name of the silver jubilee of the inauguration of the 'Advanced Aeronautical and Flight Ballistics' laboratory in the defense organization of Mexico. He had done his specialization in America and returned to Mexico where he had applied for the job.
"Sir," the barman called, and Alex turned around, as he was served a glass. "Your martini sir," the barman said as he extended a short tray with a single cocktail glass on it. Alex picked the glass up and took the rim to his lips. He took a short sip and let the drink flow down through his mouth. He raised the glass slightly, that's not all bad for a first make. Then he turned around to enjoy the view of the dance and his martini.
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