Seven Demons by Aidan Truhen (best motivational books for students TXT) 📕

just go now and fly fly fly—

“Price.”

“Hi Doc I am just going to Bogotá—”

“Yes no doubt whatever but you also have a thing for me.”

“I do it is—”

“No Price not that thing.”

“Always that thing.”

“Eh-eh Price no now is not the time.”

“You brought up my thing and my thing is partial to you so—”

“Well yes I too am partial to that thing.”

“O ARE you o good let us repair to a bedroom and—”

“…This will not get you out of doing that other thing I was talking about.”

“There are no other things there is only—”

“Price.”

“No indeed quite understood.”

“Excellent bring the klister I have an idea—”

“…”

“Do not say anything about finding the klister.”

“No ma’am.”

Klister is a kind of ski wax for when you want to go real slowly and no of course that is not what we do with it you are an idiot. But if you put klister on your skin you can lean on a wall and not slip down it even when normally you would slip down it and with the right understanding of sexual physics and good core strength Doc is correct that you can have basically hot spider lady sex.

She puts my back against the wall walks up it holding my hands. She stalks me as if she is going to eat me. It is the most fucked-up appalling thing I have ever seen.

She puts one foot on my chest and flips through the loop of our arms and slides down. I can smell the wax and the sweat on her spine. She puts both her palms flat on the wall and I cradle her as if I’m a chair. She rolls her head back to bite my neck and I feel the agony of the stress position and then the first touch of—

Amnesia.

It’s quite a long blackout and when I remember myself again she’s still kissing me and I realize that this time she didn’t take any and she knows exactly what she did and I hear her chuckle in her chest and she—

Amnesia.

—

“Doc—”

“Yes yes—”

“Doc I really got to go—”

“I said yes I KNOW—”

“You are not helping you are—”

“Fine but you also have to do that thing.”

“Tell me.”

“The Kircheisen system runs on some ancient bullshit code it is security by obsolescence.”

“Charlie cannot break it?”

“She can but not until she understands it and it will take too long. She needs a manual. Or better I think it is customized so the fastest thing is if we just ask the coder.”

“Well we can totally do that why—”

“We do not know who that is it is part of the obfuscation—”

“I am not—”

“Price! I put it on the board.”

“Yes?”

“That is how it works I did the school you do this. Fix it.”

“I am not a computer person!”

“Speak to Friday.”

“But—”

“Board.”

“But—”

“I am right now buying a dozen military-grade plasma cutters for rescue work we will not be doing under an oil rig. Speak to Friday. In person he will like that you are flying anyway doing your whatever.”

“It is not nearly in the same direction Doc—”

“It is on the board Price. Look there is Jack written underneath it is a Jack thing.”

“I—”

“The board says so Price it must be true.”

“…Yes ma’am.”

“Good.”

“Can we do the amnesia thing and this time you—”

“No. But I will tell you what I will do.”

“O yes?”

“I will show you what I remember.”

“O will you?”

“Yes. First you see there was—hhhhhsssst. Yes. There was that.”

“And now this?”

“Well—w—welllll no no last time we first did—”

“Hnnnn yes I see—”

“Not yet but now—”

“O o o”

“In-o o indeed o hoo o O”

“O”

Amnesia.

—

“Hey Mozart!”

“Fuck off Jack it is Rossini.”

“Is that like a religious holiday in Assholia?”

“And when you get to Fuckoffistan just keep right on fucking until you come out the other side.”

“You want to earn some money real fast?”

“I won’t have sex with you Jack.”

“Eight million seven hundred and five thousand five hundred euros untraceable.”

“…”

“…Mozart are you there?”

“…”

“…”

“…Ten million.”

“Fine.”

“Fifteen.”

“What?”

“Fifteen million you said yes to ten real fast.”

“Twelve.”

“Done. Get in here and take off your clothes.”

“I do not want to have sex with you.”

“You’re a fickle bitch Jack I hope you’re still going to pay me.”

“I want you to fly me to Bogotá.”

“For twelve million dollars?”

“Yes.”

“Do we have to bomb it or something?”

“Would you do that for twelve million euros?”

“Sure why not.”

“Huh.”

“Now why the fuck do you look like I shat on your puppy?”

“I feel like you massively overestimate how awful it would be to have sex with me.”

“Yeah I’m sure you do get in the plane I’m supposed to drop orphans on emergency medical equipment in seventy-nine hours.”

“I think you have that the wrong way round.”

“Yeah I’m sure you do get in the fucking plane.”

—

Because this is the world now this is the thing: everywhere is just a few hours away. Mozart’s plane is not super-duper fast but it is fast enough. It has nasty military seating the way they make seating by averages and that way it never actually fits anyone in particular it is always averagely uncomfortable for everyone. She has bolted some sort of stereo system onto the back of the flight deck and there is an actual hammock and an espresso machine where the forward galley would be on a commercial flight and otherwise the whole thing is just a heavily armored cigar of metal without windows. It’s like a submarine for air. The instruments are all like science fiction advanced and no doubt Charlie would be super excited but I do not really care about that stuff and all I can see is the little cubbyhole with the hammock and the books and even there are pictures on the ceiling and this is about the loneliest little mobile house I have ever seen.

—

“This is the loneliest mobile house I have ever seen.”

“I’m an introvert I do not like people very much.”

“I hear that and I respect it do you want me to go sit in the back?”

“…No.”

“…”

“…”

“…So how did you get to be like this rebel pilot lady?”

“…”

“…”

“…Bad timing I guess.”

“What bad timing?”

“Are you always like