Geek Mafia by Rick Dakan (read book .txt) 📕

and forth and hammed each line as she sang it. Damn she was sexy.

“What about you?” he asked, after the song was finished. “What do you like most about what you do?”

“What is it that you think I do Paul?”

“You know, steal from people.”

“Apparently that’s what you do now too,” she replied with just a hint of tartness.

“No, I only steal from my former best friends.”

“So far.”

“I’m not planning on making a habit of it. Besides, I’m running out of friends fast.”

“But you’re making new ones all the time.” She patted him on his shoulder. “You’d be very good at it, I think. You came up with this comics con.”

“Comics con. That’s funny.”

“What do you mean?” she asked. “I really do think it’s a good idea.”

“I meant the phrase ‘comics con,’ as in comics convention. They call the big comic book convention down in San Diego ‘Comic Con,’ and that’s what we’re doing. A comic con.”

Chloe laughed at this. “You’re right, it is pretty funny. Maybe some day we can pull a score at the real thing – do an honest to God Comic Con comic con. You should start thinking about that.”

“Yeah, you know. I’m really not all that interested in making this a full-time thing you know? I’m only helping out on this one because I feel like I owe you guys for all the help you gave me.”

“That’s cool,” she said. “No pressure. We’ll just see how things go.”

They drove on in relative silence for a while, listening to music. Paul wondered what she was thinking. If they’d been dating he would have just asked her. He had the habit of asking his girlfriends ‘what are you thinking?’ every time they got a pensive look on their face. Some of them found it pretty damn annoying and hadn’t been shy about telling him that fact. He didn’t think Chloe would appreciate it any more than they did. Probably less. After a while he couldn’t handle the silence. 

“How much do you think you’ll make with this deal?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. Raff ran some numbers and thinks we can clear fifty grand gross without too much trouble. That about makes it worth it, although I don’t want to spend more than a week on it. We’ve got too much else going on.”

“Can I ask you something?” said Paul, slightly nervous now.

“Sure.”

“What the hell are you guys?”

“We’re a crew.”

“You mean a gang.”

“Same sort of principal I guess, except we’re a crew. Not a gang. I don’t really know how gangs work these days, but from what I’ve seen in movies they’ve got bosses and soldiers and everybody does what they’re told. We’re not like that.”

“Aren’t you the boss? Or is Raff?”

“Ha! He wishes. If we had an official leader I suppose it would be me. I’d be the captain of this crew. We’re actually modeled on how pirate crews used to work, although we rotate the “captain” responsibilities on each score, depending on whose idea it is and who has the best plan.”

“Pirates. As in ‘yo ho ho and a bottle of rum’? You don’t even have a ship.” Paul paused. “You don’t have a ship do you? Do you have cannons? Or parrots?”

“I think Filo has a parrot, or maybe a cockatiel. I don’t really know the difference. No ship or cannons though – although not for lack of trying.”

“But I thought pirates had captains who ran the ship. Like Blackbeard or Captain Hook.”

“Sure, they did, and some of them were certainly pretty fucking authoritarian, but not all of them. In fact, lots of pirate crews were about the most democratic institutions you were likely to find anywhere in the world back then. In a lot of ways they worked like kind of floating communes. They voted about where to go and what kind of prizes to take. And when they took down some booty, everyone got a pretty much equal share. The captain got maybe like a share and a half or something. It was really quite egalitarian, which only made sense, since they were all in it together – outlaws with no one to count on but each other.”

“Is that how you guys see yourselves? A band of outsiders?”

“I suppose so. But without the scurvy.”

“How did you find all these guys anyway? Did you pick all of them up in Mexican restaurants on the day they were fired?”

“You might be surprised how often that works,” she said with a smile. “But no, most of them have a little more criminal experience than you.”

“So did you, like, go to the local thief’s market and start recruiting? Or is there a chat room or something where you all hang out and sharpen your digital knives?”

“I think you’re great and all Paul. Don’t get me wrong. But if the others heard you asking too many questions like this, they might take it the wrong way. You’re still an unknown quantity to them and they – well, me too I guess – we’re all kind of guarded about our own history.”

“Oh man,” said Paul. “I’m sorry. I should’ve realized. It’s just, well, this is all so weird for me.”

“Chill. It’s cool. I’m not mad or anything. I’m just giving you a little advice by way of preface for what I’m about to tell you. And just to let you know, I’m not going to tell you anything about any of the others. About how they got into the Crew or where they came from. But I’ll give you the abridged version of my story. Keep in mind though that the names have been changed to protect the innocent and that I’m probably making the whole thing up.”

“Ok. I like a good story, fact or fiction.”

“Good, because mine’s got a little bit of both.”

Chloe’s Tale

“Like all great stories, mine begins at the tender age of fourteen, which is the first time I ever saw a live theater production that involved real actors and sets instead of middle school kids in homemade costumes. It was a school trip to see a touring production of Macbeth, and man was it cool. I mean, the actors and stuff were probably fine, I don’t really remember, but it was the costumes and the sets that blew me away. Their set designer was a miracle worker. They’d gone all out for realism – not something you see much anymore with these wacky modern dress Shakespeare productions – and they’d turned that stage into a fucking castle. It was brilliant. I just assumed it was real stone they’d used, it looked so good. But afterwards we got a backstage tour ‘cause our teacher knew the stage manager or something. Anyway, I saw those stone walls up close and they were Styrofoam. It blew my little teenage mind.”

“That’s when I decided theater was my new obsession. I’ve always been an obsession prone kinda girl. Not so much about guys or bands or any of that bullshit, but more about hobbies. Before theater it had been rock climbing and before that it had been rollerblading and before that it had been gymnastics. Always something. And I wouldn’t just do whatever it was; I’d also learn everything there was to know about it. I’d read every book the library and the local bookstores had about mountain climbing. I’d planned out all these elaborate trips I was going to take some summer – all this even though I’d never climbed a rock outside of a climbing wall in a gym.”

“But the theater thing was different. My high school had something approaching a decent drama club, and I joined the day after we got back from the play. There weren’t a ton of us in the club, so everyone got to do a little bit of everything. I acted some, made costumes, learned to run the lame ass lighting system we had. And by lighting system I mean a couple spots and not much else. But mostly I was all about working on the sets. I read everything I could find and talked my way back stage and into the prop shops of every major and minor theater company here in the Bay Area. Our little school plays got to lookin’ pretty damn cool by the end of my run in high school.”

“In college I was still all about the theater. I thought maybe I’d get into making sets for movies or something like that, so I stuck with it. I never did finish that degree – I ended up getting distracted. This was back in the early nineties you know? And the Internet was just coming on strong. BBS’s and newsgroups were the shit back then, and there were even a couple devoted to theater and prop making and stuff like that. I was so hungry for any little piece of knowledge I was posting on all of these all the time. I became addicted.”

“Then came that fateful day. Some guy posted a thing on a theater BBS about trying to duplicate a fancy corporate office. He said it was for a movie or a documentary or something like that that he was making and that he needed it to be exactly like the real thing, but he only had a limited budget – like maybe a thousand bucks. The real tough part was that he wanted to recreate the view out the window of this office, which was twenty stories high and in Manhattan somewhere. I had some ideas on the problem and we got to going back and forth online and through e-mail about it.”

“He was real cagey about who he was and what this movie was about, but he seemed pretty smart. We even talked on the phone a couple of times. Finally he invited me to come on down to LA (it turned out he was in LA, not New York at all as he’d said in his posts) and help him build the thing. I was a nineteen year old college girl whose parents paid for her gas. Of course I went.”

“Without going into details that, while I’m sure you’d love to hear them, I’m not ready to tell you, the whole thing was a con. Luckily, I wasn’t the one being conned. But I could also tell fairly quickly that these clowns weren’t making any movie or anything like that. They were actually working out of a rundown warehouse that they were squatting in. I only ever met them there. Each night they disappeared to wherever their homes were and I sure as hell wasn’t invited to come along. I ended up sleeping in my car. But they never would’ve pulled it off without my help, I can guarantee you that. They had pictures from a magazine and from some shitty videotape that they’d shot in the office (which turned out to be in LA, too, not New York). They’d scored some professional grade lighting and shit, but the hardest part was getting that backdrop to look real. We finally figured it out, though.”

“One of them went away for a day and then came back. He had us make a bunch of different small changes to the office set up we’d built. We changed the calendar on the desk and added a new set of pens that he’d bought somewhere. Small shit like that. They were going to cut me loose then and promised to send me my money in a week (they’d promised me