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

“Boss I can still smell pig blood and hear the sound of the saw do not make me answer that.”

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“All right let’s rob this fucker.”

“Amen.”

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And indeed it is time. Inge Desirée has sent a car and the Hermès lady to conduct me to the plateau this evening. I believe we will be the first bank robbers to be VIP chauffeured to their mark although this is hard to prove, as obviously we bank robbists do not much get to compare notes except in jail and I do not go there.

Also criminals, man, they lie all the time it is a thing with them.

Sit in the back of the limo with Doc and smell the leather. Lean over and smell Doc: her neck and her hair. This is a mammal thing and it is important. It is important when you do crimes that may kill you to remember that you are alive.

And it is important when you are going to kill people to remember the same thing so that you do not hesitate.

Driver’s name is Pierre. Pierre has many opinions about art. Charlie talks to him about them.

In the truck behind, Rex brings our gear with Lucille and Saul. I cannot imagine what they are talking about but it is almost certainly country and western related. No one knows what the pig is thinking she is in the back. Rex made her a little seat belt.

Rex is a rock, man.

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We get to the cable car station. There is not room for Hermès lady so we ride by ourselves in the bubble car. Little armored bubble going up into the evening. Look along the valley to the lights of the city. Look back and see the night coming.

I smell Doc’s hair again.

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Little cable car comes up over the rise and settles in the cradle. The Kircheisen plateau is very pretty in the almost dark and there are paper lanterns swinging in the breeze. It’s cold of course but there are braziers and fires and wurst stands and people milling about with phones and so on about three hundred people it’s a huge draw with plenty of press. There are artworks freestanding and board walls with pictures hanging on them sheltered under little awnings and a huge space in the middle for BANJO TELEMARK’S EVENT and—yes—there is a bulldozer right there in the middle and a throne like for bad guys. I have no idea how they got it up here maybe a helicopter that is just amazing I am SO flattered. I honestly have no idea what to do with it and that is fine that is everyone else’s problem now. There is my playlist playing super-duper loud and people are dancing the very white dance of central European intelligentsia. It is somewhat like bad salsa and somewhat like a guy checking his shoes for gum. I have seen the Swiss dancing when they mean it and this is not it, but this is like a kind of exploratory thing where they make a note of who is prepared to really go for it and who is judging.

Next to the bulldozers there are steel plates from a train which I bought by accident when I was buying junk. They are heavy and enormous and I have had them stacked like playing cards and there are kids hiding and seeking underneath. This is totally safe because they are locked in place by their own vast mass. Inorite? I am the face of responsible crime. And that over there, that is some kind of bioplastic moss substrate that they use here to make helipads or something I got a bunch of it free with the bulldozer. There are a few cowbells and some door panels but not a fraction of what I paid for in a little circle.

Look at all this glorious crap in a stack man it is INSPIRING what people will do to facilitate popular art and if you also give them money.

I mean I don’t need it but it’s definitely focusing the mind and you can bet Eiger’s guys spent HOURS making sure there was no way to use it to crash the doors or whatever.

There isn’t.

But that will have made it tougher for them and in the meantime everything Doc was doing just slid on by because I was right there

waving

my

junk.

Yeah I know I’m cheap.

Or maybe there actually was a way I could have done something to the doors with all this I just didn’t find it and they did or maybe they didn’t and someone else will figure it out in the next twenty minutes and make it work. That would be hilarious.

But it won’t happen because there will be other stuff happening real soon now and it’s gonna be hella distracting.

We get off the cable car and Saul waves and disappears like switching off a light. Guy steps into a shadow and he’s just gone.

Mad skills is what he has and that is why I hired him.

We walk down to the plateau making nice all the way.

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All the world is here very high very rich very society. Europe is here not just Switzerland and a few people from beyond it is that kind of party and somehow Banjo Telemark is at the center of it. There are other artists in little clumps and if I was really into this whole art thing it would bother me how much these guys hate me right now for coming out of nowhere and being the star of the show.

Not that a single one of them will admit to not having heard of me until last week. Hell no.

They cluster and wave. A meager little fuck in a robe thing puts out his hand Banjo hi hi it is Grover Linden we met in Auckland and of course of course Grover I love your work and now Grover is shiny and he will go back to his little clique to say