The Equilateral

Chapter 3 [Under Grey Skies]

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"Pitter-patter raindrops, rescue me."

A run-down diner – Aste Slums

26th December 2048 –13 00hrs

518 km from The Base

The sky remained clad in grey, showing no signs of passing. The rain was light yet unceasing. The two were seated on rackety wooden chairs that had their parts replaced to the point they were nowhere close to their original design. Quanta stared at the table that was in a state no different from the chairs. She lifted her gaze only to find Mariul stuffing his face with what seemed to be a form of soup. It was murky brown and filled with an assortment of animal bones. A burly man with a leather apron walked up to their table, serving Quanta a bowl of the same grub. The man let out a chuckle before moving on with his business.

Mariul: Why the delay?

Mariul: Thou hath not eaten actual food for almost a week. Tis the best docile stew one has ever partaken in months.

Quanta cringed at the sight of the soup and the prospect of eating it. Seeing this, Mariul slowly reached out for her bowl. Before Mariul manages to drag it away, Quanta catches the bowl, before picking up what looks like a rib of pork, and nibbles upon the paltry meat.

Mariul:...

Mariul: Much better.

Quanta: ...

Mariul: It's good no?

Quanta: mmh.

Mariul: heh. What did I tell you.

Quanta: How am I still alive?

Mariul was about to drink up the last drops of soup and placed the bowl down. He leans forward.

Mariul: Simple, Sonya fixed you up with Aste's ampules and his fine skill.

Quanta: You know that's not what I mean, asswipe.

Mariul: ...

Quanta: No way in hell you could pick up every bone I had, not especially with those three.

Mariul: ...

Quanta: What are you hiding bitch? What did you do?

Mariul: I need not answer thy frivolity.

Quanta slams the table. It bends slightly.

Quanta: The fuck man? Why the hell am I so important to The Equilateral huh? I just wanted to simply work as a Middle... couldn't you people just take a High instead?

Mariul: Woe is me...

Quanta: Stop dodging the questions!

Burly Man: HEY! TAKE YOUR LOVER'S QUARREL OUTSIDE.

Mariul & Quanta: WE'RE STRICTLY BUSINESS!

The both of them slumped back down on their seats. Leaving only the sound of light rain hitting the concrete floors outside.