“Yeah...may I repeat your order please?”
“REPEAT??? Are you freakin’ kiddin’ me? It took me an hour and three-quarters to decide, get and place the order, are you gonna repeat that too, man?”
“One minute sir. Will be right back.”
“One minute?”
“That’s positive sir. One minute it is. Sir.”
PIP PIP POOOOOOP . . . . . . . . [4:59 pm]
PIP PIP WOOOOOS . . . . . . . . . [5:00 pm]
“Yeah. That too, sir.”
“Ah! You are finally, finally here. Good God. But you’na in digital times you really can’t make out if it was a few seconds short or maybe more. Ha! Ha! Ha! Sorry fella.”.
“Hmm…yeah! I know. But you know you always have that beautiful silver Quartz that’s dangling in your left wrist Max……”
BEEEP... BEEP… BEEP… BEEP. < phone disconnects >
TING! TONG!... TING! TONG! < doorbell rings >
BANG! CLUCK……TOOOO…OOOFFF! < door slams open >
“THIS IS NOT A DRILL! I REPEATE THIS IS NOT A DRILL! YOU HAVE DIRECT ORDERS TO SHOOT AT SIGHT. MAY GOD BE WITH YOU!”.
“Son of a bitch! They are here. It was a setup.”
10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1………
THE END.
IN THE NEWSPAPERS. THE NEXT DAY.
THE WHISPERINGS: date: 11th July, 2112. “After an hour long bloody battle between the marijuana mafia, Max Love and Co. and the special forces, the mafia and his men well killed in a secret mission to ensure insure smooth and even import and export of the cannabis in and out of the country, without and monopoly or added toll.”
From: THE END OF DRUG DOMESTIC. WELCOME DRUG-WILD.
ANKUR SAXENA
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