The Pole Shift

Lett plans a Party

Lett left the Peanut Butter man's house in suppressed turmoil. She saw the truth of it, what Macka had said. She was being watched because she had something. It conformed the thoughts she had had about herself since a child. singular, strong.  She waved off that Sean had whatever it was too. They were simply wrong about that loser. Here was her chance to make it through the other side. She could command drones. She could have the boys killed with a nod to the trees if she wanted. She headed to the shit house, where they boys were eager to hear her story. Mick gravely listened, whilst the other two were on the edge of their seats.

                "Is he on his own?" Mick said.

                "Is his house fortified?" Dean shot.

                "Could we find a way to befriend him?" That was Clarky, the father of her twins. He would chose the right way before the wrong and she found her lies tasted bitter. His earestestness is what led her to his bed after all.  She took a deep breath.

                "The place is being watched by the Pole Cops, or the secret part of them. I saw him talking to them, he gave the kids next door a hiding for being in his garden and the Pole Pigs took his side.  He might be one of them. We can't risk it. Peanut Butter man's house if off limits."

                Mick took a long drag, the cigarette was near its end and he flicked it through the open window. "Dija get seen?"

                "Nup."

                "How-ja know?"

                "I didn't get seen." Their eyes locked, he pulled another cigarette and lit it, his eyes only momentarily breaking the stare, but it was enough. He leant back on the kitchen chair exhaling smoke:

                "You probably did, let's hope they didn't think much of you." She left it at that, Mick smelt a rat but she didn't want the confrontation, not yet anyway. His eyes were searching out hers again and his expression showed that he had made a decision about her but would act on it later. He sure as hell  didn't believe a word she had just said. Dean seemed suss' too.She wondered about the help she might get if she asked for it. Could she rely on it? Perhaps a test was in order. She said:

                "Mick, I want to speak to other survivalists. Make a meeting would ya? The usual suspects, we'll meet here.  A party, yeah, let's have a party and talk shop underneath the duff duff." Mick hadn't expected that, he made a small non committal shrug.

                "Yeah a party!" She knew Clarky would blow the trumpet. "Cool! A goodbye party!" Her eyes shot to him, angry.

                "Fucking goodbye?  What do you mean?" They were all looking at the twenty year old.

                "Like, a nice knowing you dudes party seeya after the wave party?" He was looking dumb. She helped him out.

                 "You mean like the hedonists. You fuck wit, survivalists don't say goodbye. Maybe that is an added layer of disguise though.  Dean, invite some hedo's, they might be fun to watch if nothing else." She looked out the window, intent on them all but acting like the conversation was over. Clarky picked up the party thread, and talked about getting some eccys. She thought that Sean and Clarky would get on well. Maybe she should invite him.