The police are here. While I would've liked that double pay, I guess I will let them handle it. There's a few police cars, maybe more than I would've expected. Although, why are they taking their time to set barriers before putting a stop to this? It doesn't matter, not to me. This is don-
"Attention everyone present! This zone is officially closed off for the time being, until either side subsides!" Why? Why, who and what compels the police to let this go on further?
"Just in time, brother!" The old man cried towards the chief of police, hidden behind the almost closed door of his house, condoms breaking all around the wall of his house. "As long as I'm the mayor of this city, no one will interrupt!". This is no longer a simple war between a pretentious punk and a mad old man. It's the next in line of a multi million dollar company against the very mayor of the city.
People are gathering around the barriers, wearing masks. They want to see how this will end? Personally, not really. And boss should know by now that his punk of a son is the one causing this problem. In other words, no point in me being here any longer. *Bzz bzz bzz* boss...oh no.
"Christian," this is getting worse, why is he not screaming? "You're there, aren't you?"
"I-"
"Don't try to deny it!!" there he is. Although I wasn't going to deny it. "Anyway. You probably met my son, you can see how much of a sweet angel he is," angel my ass "so I can't have him fight against that dusty old mayor. It will bring my reputation into the ground.". So he says, yet I never heard of his company outside my workplace. "Point is, Christian, you need to put a stop to this.".
"Sir, why do I have to-" the pause was natural. He usually interrupts me, yet he didn't? Then, "why do I have to stop this?"
"You know too much," yikes, this almost sounds like he wants to get rid of me amidst the war, or get a valid reason to fire me. "Which means, you're the only one fit for the job.".
"What do I get?" I don't know where that surge of confidence came from. Maybe the past few days that were way too strange for me, maybe understanding what's at stake. Perhaps, it's the memory of Elise trying to man me up against boss. Whatever it is, I feel alive once more.
"A promo-" I cut him off this time. Adrenaline is rushing through me. The first surge of confidence let my years of boiling resentment for my job come up. I didn't have the time to build up the force to tell him to his face, but now I had plenty of rest, all the cards are on the table. Give nothing, take it all.
"A recommendation...to another post to another company!" This is it!
"You don't me-" I could get used to stopping him like this.
"Handwritten," aghh, I feel unstoppable right now. "If I stop this war, I want my double pay, the handwritten letter of recommendation and for Markus to be fired!" the final nail in the coffin.
"Deal.". War? World's ending? Kids starving? None matter. I will escape the hell I've been living the past four years, by stopping the War of The Condoms. Now-ahh! My knees, my hands, they're shaking! Must be all the adrenaline washing off. Wait, what did I just do? I promised to end the war...how the hell am I going to do that?!
1 hour later
"Finally, they've stopped to drink water and eat," I guess in war, rations are important. Although, I'm no sure how they can eat with this *blegh* smell lingering all around the area. "Their will must be that unbroken, which means," they will not stop. Not now, not anytime soon. "What should I do?"
"Shut it dork! He will hear us again!" what is that? To my left, behind those bushes.
"If he sees us, I can build a contraption to pull us out of this," those brats. And they have a camera again.
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Crosswalk: Ultimate Duels
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