(FLASHBACK)
After various days and weeks for Foreno`s recovery, Smoly opted for undertake his taco business. But, when this happened? Some months ago, she was bored and not motivated at life, every day was sour, repetitive and sad. Smoly wanted to do something different, something that make her change her attitude and point of view. She had lots of great ideas but she was scared to fail, or even succeed. One day she spoke with Foreno about her dreams, desires, goals , etc. Foreno put her in place.
"What do you want to do?". He asked directly.
"I don`t know".
"So you have been living all this time without knowing what to do?, isn't that sad....kill yourself then...".
"Hey...that's harsh...and you know I can't kill myself, I'm immortal." she responded madly.
"I know, that would be a torment torture right? Being able to live forever without any personal goals and dreams, THAT WOULD SUCK for your race...we humans have our life in a countdown. Every day counts, when you realize you are not eternal and someday you will cease to breath." Foreno said wisely but offended.
"Well that's how things are....any solutions to my problem?".
"You know HOW many Bruzelas have I meet with your problem? I cant count them, not knowing your life plan sickens me, how dare you ...lots of humans envy you because some of us want to live forever, there's only 2 things you can't escape in this life, pay taxes and evade death." and angry Foreno said.
"OK OK, I get it already...so whats up....help me out... but don't nag me....".
"What is your passion? what is the thing you can do forever, something you would pay for to do, something that make your days pass away like the wind, something that motivates you so hard that let you woke up every morning with a smile and full of energy?".
Silence. Smoly was thoughtful as never before. But that take too long and Foreno started to lose patience.
"EMMMM....oooom......mmmmmmmmmmmm....emmm.....uum.....eeee..."
"OH FUCKING CMON!, MAKE UP YOUR MIND ALREADY!!!!, YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT YOU HAVE BEEN ALIVE ALL THIS TIME AND NEVER EVER ASKED YOURSELF THIS??? CANT FUCKING BELIEVE IT". He was on a rampage.
"HEY.....HEEEY...FUCK YOU! CALM DOWN OR I WILL CUT YOUR BALLS!". emotions are contagious.
"HA HA, you wish....I GOT BALLS OF STEEL!".
"Calm down, Duke Nukem forever...FOREVER TO BE RELEASED!".
They share a laugh and both calmed down, like good old friends.
"Well, time to speak". Foreno said with a tear in the right eye.
"I would love to make TACOS!....you know, we are in Mekishiko(Mexico) and mexicans love tacos, as me...so I would love to do a taco company. She said with a security.
"OK, so let's DO THIS!".
(PRESENT TIME)
Mekishiko, NewLayion, KingHill, noon, some place, EXTERIOR.
Smoly was finally in her taco food truck with the brand "TACOS GOLOZOS". Let's say golozo in English translation is YUMMY! Poor Smoly lacked of selling and marketing strategies and experience, a book or ebook would really help in this situations. She was yelling like crazy nonstop for someone to notice her as they were passing by.
"YUMMY TACOOOOOS....CMON CMON ..WHAT ARE YOU BUYING???....WHAT ARE YOU SELLING??....GOT SOME RARE THINGS ON SALE STRANGER!!! NOT ENOUGH CASH STRANGER!!! AAAAAAAAAAAH...YES!, ILL BUY IT A HIGH PRICE!!!....IS THAT ALL, STRANGER??!...HEH HEH HEH...THANK YOU!!! CMON CMON...COME FOR YOUR TAAAACOOOOOOS...YOUR TACOOOS....COME HERE...NOW! ITS AN ORDER SOLDIER...I NEED TO SELL!!! CMONN!!! DONT BE MEAN....HAVE BEEN HERE ALL DAY.. IM BORED...CMON!!! FKKKKKKKKKK!!!"
Not even her Resident Evil 4 reference worked :(. Some guy was passing bye alone.
" How I would like to be a piñata so you could give me sticks....". He middle finger her.
Some time passed, she lost motivation and felt everything was lost. Crying a river.
SIGH--- "Damn it, I think my super selling strategies are not working". Duh, really niga?
Smoly was using sexy revealing cloths, a white shirt with a big cleavage to show her 2 big friends. A tight sport mini shorts to show her firm and seductive ass, but with all that she couldn't lure even a fly.
She remembers Foreno telling her..." Remember, in this life , EVERYTHING IS A NEGOTIATION, if you don't know how to sell yourself, you are screwed".
"Boss?". A small voice lurked from her back.
" What's up Panchito?". she asked with a grim look.
Panchito was a short Mexican old man. He had a big Mexican sombrero, a very big mustache that covered his entire mouth, he had a big red nose, flip flops and a small broom for his size (maybe 1.4 meters?) He was a serious, but a workaholic. He came from south Mexico, Oaxaca to be precise. He was a born in a small town, with a numerous rancher family. Hard working and zero excuses geezer.
"Boss, how did you make this taco company, if it is not much indiscretion". he timidly asked. He was just curious and cunning, but he showed some kind of respect for his authorities to avoid suspicion.
"You do want to know".... (FLASH BACK)....yes again :).
"Well Panchito, if you want to start a business, you must first WORK in some of those to get experience , money and contacts. My first stop was to be a slave of a really misogynist, male chauvinist, douch bag, and disgusting guy with a small taco good cart.
He just loved to stare at my ass and boobs all the time, I had to wear sweaters to cover my body just to annoy him, but it was sunny and hot as hell those days.
I was his little slave bitch; I had to sweep with the broom 6 hours straight , he made me work extra hours with no compensation...and his payment was shit...." she remembered MAD AND FKING ANGRY!!!
" Well done my exploitable bitch". He slapped that beautiful Smoly ass with no hesitation.
and she didn't moved a muscle...or even complain..or call for help, she knew what she was doing, no pain no gain bro.
"Life is not fair, there will always be someone that dislikes you for no reason, and whatever you do , you will NEVER EVER will like him or others. Stop trying to please everyone, that's impossible, do your job, shut up and stop complaining. Tolerate, forgive others and move on. Start from the begging/bottom, don't try to be a president without knowing politics.. (like trump?... don't fking interrupt me again!...)
You are working to LEARN, not to make money. Money are for the idiots that want to keep racing the rat race (google rat race from Robert Kiyosaki). Work to learn, make favorable contacts, allies, partners, BUT NEVER WORK FOR MONEY! "said an experienced Foreno IN SMOLIES FLASHBACK in her memory, wow.
"While I "sweeped" the floor near his food cart, I observed his taco recipes, cooking strategies/techniques. From start to finish how to make a simple taco, oil distribution, heat temperatures, percentages, salt proportions, costs, maintenance, goal market, marketing, everything!". she explained to Panchito.
At lunch time I wrote all it down on my smartphone, with my miserable 10 minute fku slavery meal time. I needed to do it fast, my memory is kinda short and I forget things, let's say I'm a little distracted. With 12 hour labor journeys, I don't know how I survived such a torture, I couldn't seat, complain and no rest days, it was a nightmare.
But well, I had to start somewhere, nothing is perfect, you will get what you want the way you want, you just have to flow with the stream and wonder where it will go." She said.
"And there's where I found you mam, boss". Panchito said.
"A taco please, I haven't eaten for days, I come from distant lands, from the south, where there's drug dealers, violence and bad poor jobs. I need help me, help me."
A starving Panchito with his big sombrero in his chest, begging for mercy, he had nowhere to go, he was looking for a new opportunity in the north of Mexico, maybe going wet beaner and trying to pass USA border. But he was old for that, he was near his 60s, he was tired and just want to work hard to have a daily meal.
Smoly felt this human need, she was emotional moved, like any female with hormones. She offered an order of tacos, with her salary of course. Smiling and giving hope, she said.
"Here's some free tacos for you, my little friend! It's on the house! Enjoy."
Those tacos were the most delicious emotional savored happy most philanthropic food he had ever consumed. Small hidden tears drop from Panchitos eyes behind that thick black hair. That kind gesture open his soul for complete obedience. End of flashback.
"Hey c'mon Panchito, that's enough praise for now, I just did that because I like to help people, that came from inside me(born), there's no need to thank me. And that was the the drop that spilled the glass, because my douchbag boss noticed that and got mad, that was a perfect reason to quit for good, stupid ass job. But hey…I got my goal, I learned, hired you and now I have my own taco business. " Smoly said with an arrogant tone.
"And how did I earned the money to buy the food truck and all my other stuff you ask..well, I got it from casinos like always, gambling, betting, luck carousel , you name it.
This is between you and me because I trust you, let's say I have a power to manipulate and control time. You and Foreno are the only ones that know my little dirty secret.
Let´s say I play roulette in a casino and I make a straight bet in number 22, they throw the ball, it lands on 33 instead. I lost the bet, BUT I can F5(refresh/reload time) BACK in time for let's say, maximum 5 minutes and bet in number 33 and guess what, I WIN! And I can repeat this over and over while I have enough energy. But using it quite often can alert some bad guys, so…shhhhh…." She explained.
When Smoly said that, you can see her in sexy cloths on her favorite casino, winning over men that love to gamble and count cards , that know every possible way to beat the house, but she can beat THE HOUSE!.
"Muahahahahahahha…I'm so good and bad at the same time!". A cocky Smoly yells.
But her luck turn down sour. Someone was lurking her.
"Boss, theres someone that wants to meet you, right in front of you". Panchito said while getting out of danger, he was back. And it was…
"I want an order please". The known voice said. Smoly answered without opening her eyes, she was still dreaming about her money and power.
"Yes my dear first costumer, what stew will you lik.... Open eyes, it was FALOPIO!
Smoly´s yaw dropped to her breast position. She quickly kneels down quick and searched for something in a bag behind her. She remembered Foreno´s future smart tips.
"Wherever you go, carry a backpack full of disguise accessories to defend yourself.
If you cross and deal with Falopio face to face, don't panic, don't show fear, and always be at the defensive. I bet this new model its full of glitches, bugs and errors, since he is a prototype, a more human one, be careful out there". He said in her memories flash.
"Pork rind". Falopio said while using his red eyes radar system. He was scanning Smoly´s face to recognize her. His scanning was slow, unperfected and inaccurate.
It was just like terminators red screen with all those numbers and coordinates, but he couldn't see anything as the T1.
The match scanning was increasing from 0 to 95%, but it froze at 95, Smoly pop ed from below with a dumb glasses, big red nose and fake mustache mask. And worst, it worked! Falopio´s scanner got mess up and got confused. It went to zero in an instant. Smoly wasn't a treat/suspect anymore…while she uses that clown mask she found in a store. The moment was tense, she was trying to relax, but the situation was not right. She doesn't have lungs so she never over panted reflecting stress and blowing her cover.
"(Doing a very lame attempt to imitate a male human voice), Emmm, well hello sir, Pork rind it is then, hehehehe, good afternoon, how was your day sir? Everything alright with your job? Tough day…emmm…just want to chit chat."
Falopio took off his black sunglasses. "What's your name sir?".
" Emmm..Smol…I mean…emmm…umm.. my name is Atenogenes sir, pleased to meet you, at your sertice."
Falopio gave a quick look to Smol…I mean atenogenes, he found no suspicion.
"Have you seen a guy around 25 years old, dark circles around this eyes, pointy hair, blonde, about 1.75 cm, pale skin color, alone or accompanied of a pongoko BZ(Bruzela)?". He asked.
"Aahhhh, a very clumsy, tall, sexy, yellow skin, brown haired, busty girl?". Smoly said describing herself, dumbass.
"Yes, yes…how do you know? It's your friend? Or a frequent costumer?". He replied.
Smoly improvised.
"EEmmm…yes….yes….she comes here almost every day (idiot! to herself), soooo........(silence)...emmm..whats up with here? Is she some kind of fugitive, Mr. Falopio?". She said with a shudder voice. Falopio kinda reacted with suspicious.
"Have we meet before? I haven't introduced myself, how do you know my name?".
OMG SHIT. She though.
"OOOOOH…well..umm….your name is there on your badge, I just read it".
"I have no badge, my id is on my wallet". He responded.
Tons of tiny sweats dropped from Atogenes hair/head, now what?
Well….her hand slipped through the foodtruck´s table and grabbed a bear in sight.
"Well sir, I really don't remember sir , maybe I saw you on television or social media, but who cares, here's a free beer for ya!. Now please tell me about this bunny girl you are looking for." She improvised again, but with adding value and bribery.
"Sorry, that information is confidenti....(Smoly interrupted with…)
"TWO BEERS SIR! I can't offer more, on the house….". she insisted.
Falopio stared at the beer, he felt this madness feeling inside that bottle. He detected Grain, Hops, Yeast, Water and other chemicals. This could really break his system stability. He was prohibited to drink any liquid with alcohol. But since his moral software was not updated he couldn't resist the temptation to test something new, you know, human curiosity.
Smoly thinking. "I really want to know what's up with this guy, I can let him go until he tells me what is going on. They say a drunk and children always say the truth, let's see".
30 minutes later, after eating his tacos and drinking this two beers, Falopio started to malfunction.
"Mr…atonogenes….I really love your …tacos..they are splendid…they are yummy as your brand say….congratulations on your business….". said a semi drunk Falopio.
Smoly had the upper hand. Also, she was sober.
"Well thx, I am delighted, now…can you please tell me about this bunny girl and his Fore…emmm guy you are chasing?...and tell me what is your job/motives in all this".
��Yes…I work on a secret organization from the future that keep tracks of fractures non authorized changes in time and space". Falopio told the truth with no regrets, his cybernetic brain is collapsing in a short circuit meltdown.
"What you mean? What is this organization you are talking about? And who's the leader/cofounder?". Smoly asked with no hesitation, it was NOW OR NEVER.
Malfunction.
"I…I can't tell you...(short circuit) aaaaaaaah…..it's called LOD, nobody on the organization knows who is the cofounder, it's a secret to everyone. But there's seven generals that control it…. those generals are named from the 7 deadly sins, they are our superiors, they obey our leader. They all have a unique legendary weapon. One of them is gluttony that possess the famous Soul Reaver, a sword so deadly that only few can handle.". he said with no control over his tongue.
"So that's it? Anything more Falopio?". Smoly already knew a lot but she took the risk to fulfil her curiosity and tell everything to Foreno as quick as possible.
"Yes…. everything is related to the Bruzela Project…. that is the essence of everything that affect this and other worlds".
Smoly´s ears popped behind her back head, he got this full attention, she felt that energy, that inner struggle, she was wide open, she has nothing to hide now, she wants to know the truth! CAN YOU HANDLE THE TRUTH?
"WHAT IS THE BRUZELA PROJECT???!!!!!TELL ME NOW,,, I REALLY WANT TO KNOW!!!!". she yelled screamed her guts lungs out, she was furious with joy and excessive spirit of inquiry.
And the perfect moment killer, Falopio´s smartphone rang, just in the precise situation. He answered.
"Yes?????....(hearing)....understood….I'm on my way HQ!". he hangs out/off.
Smoly is like , WHAT THE HELL, WHERE YOU ARE GOING! COME HERE AND FINISH MY…you can't evade me forever. She takes her dumbass mask off and calls Foreno ASAP.
"FORENO DEAR….YOU ARE NOT GONNA BELIEVE WHO I WAS TALKING TO…FALIPIO HIMSELF….I TOOK SOME VALUABLE INFORMATION…AND….
Smoly didn't even finished explaining and Foreno was already there, he teleported immediately grabbing her arm and pulling her to her apartment in a flash, leaving her taco company alone. But still, she had enough time to tell Panchito to run it while she was away.
After 1 hour of discussion, Foreno was seated on the couch with his arms crossed and his head/neck in the backrest, thinking deeply. Smoly couldn't handle his silence.
"So what's up dear? What will we do next"? c'mon. You are the man here, the trouble fixer, you always come with a solution on everything…you can this". A nervous Smoly said putting his hand on his shoulder as support.
" That fucking sword again….hate it"
"Soul reaver? Why? Does this sword represent something to you"? she asked with lack of understanding.
"It reminds me of someone, that
doesn't leave me alone no matter what I do…
"Who? Is he or it?" she wants to know. She is concerned in Foreno´s life, she is her friend and friends support each other's.
"Tough call, can't tell you…that's realllllyyyy personal ….can't tell you anything for now; I really trust you Smoly, but not right now…it's just too soon, maybe later when things calm down a bit". A troubled Foreno said with an anxiety tone.
Smoly sat quietly at Forenos side on the couch, remaining silent. And then…
"We have to search and acquire a bruzela with a stealth passive ability I took steps forward after you left to your tacos, and already made contact with my two associates, Nein and Maria. They have informed me where to find this BZ, she is not far from here, she is hidden in an abandoned warehouse."
He said with this mind cleared of doubt, he was certain that was one of the best solutions to lower the dangers ahead.
"Um…..what's that stealth thingy, I'm kind of ignorant at this matters?" she asked.
"Stealth, the words says it all. It means to hide yourself from everyone's view and perception. PUFF, NADA, gone. Some bruzela have racial traits that give them advantages over other races. Jak Rozel is one of them. They have the singularity to hide themselves and their allies from enemy contact. They have a range of 30 meters' radius, that's enough space to cover your apartment and anywhere we go in the city.
When we get her, no darkpip will be able to spot and detect us, while we are near this race. But there's a catch… I cannot sense her. Even with my two fingers in my forehead, I'm not able to detect their exact location, that sucks. Stealth is passive ability, it means it's always active, you cannot turn it off until the user dies or it's not present." He explains with mass details.
"Soo…she is that warehouse. So that's why she was never been captured/found?".
she smartly asked.
"You bet, since she is not aware of her own ability, she is trapped there, for obvious reasons, she is a Gamma type.". he responded.
"Can you refresh my memory. What are those types?".
"It's the versions of the clones, alpha are the first ones, the elders, the second versions are beta, like you….betas can think and reason like any human being, and Gammas, are non-reason/more instinct clones, that's why they act like animals, like dog, cats, horses, etc." he explained without thinking, he was distracted by that particular sword.
Smoly popped her eyes.
"WAIT A MOMENT…YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT THE BRUZELA PROJECT…aren't you?". She yelled with that ecstasy energy.
Foreno made an Oh shit, I screwed it face.
"FUCK, sorry, just forget I said that…I'm very nervous and altered right now…that sword gives me the chills…I promise to tell you when the time comes, ok….emmm..dear?". he tried to fix this stupid error like a classic guilty man with an open relationship, lol.
Smoly looked at him with a unpleasant grin, deciding. He was a good man, he trusted him, so she accepted the deal.
"Ok ok, when the time comes, please tell me all about it, I will not press you so frequently...….so…when are we getting this stealth bz?". A calmed Smoly asked.
"Soon".
END OF CHAPTER 4.