His feet made their way to the door slowly and lazily, whatever we had to do didn't seem so difficult or dangerous, he thought seriously, and fortunately Miguel's firm back became increasingly carefree and unassuming.
Dangerous situations would certainly be off my menu from now on, he said to himself, hoping that he wouldn't have to meet the shadowy figure again until he was 87 at the earliest and far away from every oddity that was unconsciously surrounding him more and more.
His fingers struggled and his feet followed Swallow at a controlled pace. Swallow inspected his pockets and pulled out a small square piece of plastic wrap, he noticed his mother's curiosity and threw it at him.
The small piece of plastic paper told him with absolute certainty that what they were doing was perhaps not the most honest kind of work, since it bore the name and noun Oliver Monsuir in black. It wasn't enough to tell other blatant lies, but there was no image or photo of who this man was. - Great, fake ID, he thought to himself, now I feel like a criminal. "-How did you get this ID?"
His question was skeptical and unconcerned, but of course there was a certain curiosity in his mind. To his relief, he told him loud and clear. "-Most of the bodies I deal with come with these facilities and also objects that are valuable to our entire operation, I think it's only fair that I take it and it will be very useful to me." An incredibly quick response, and he also seemed to be too honest with himself.
"-Well, that makes sense, you certainly didn't need it anyway!" He seemed to agree with these words. "-Don't worry I'll take care of the situation, anyway try to get into this new character Mr. Monsuir... "Despite such a humorous comment on his part, he could agree, there wasn't much for him to do apart from getting into this boat and being carried away by the current...
I hope it doesn't take me to a deadly waterfall," he thought deprecatingly to himself. "-Je vais certainement essayer, patron!" This sutto that Miguel had learned at school suited him perfectly to the situation, and he laughed in a smile from the corner of his face in the golden light from the top corner of the balcony.
"-That's the official spirit, but don't speak to them in the Destorian accent, it doesn't go down well with those old-timers." A pang of frustration went through me, I thought I could finally enjoy my French in any way I could, but saying that the accent was from another place only reinforced the idea that this world was different but at the same time very similar to earth.
I've always loved French culture, and if I get the chance, I'll definitely visit this place of the Desterians one day! A certain desire filled him, I hope there is a Duck Confit in this world, remembering the time he went to the restaurant.
He didn't even wait for an answer and pressed hard on the side of the whitish wooden door and puff, in a second there was the old resounding of bells in synergy creating the good old signal he remembered. A few seconds passed without any expectation of the resident answering the door, seconds and seconds which left both of them frustrated and restless, they were two restless and anxious pathological narcs.
The shadow soon formed at the foot of the wooden door in front of us, I was just a few steps behind Swallow and I clenched my hands tightly around my new identity... The shadow grew larger and larger until the bell neighed through the sudden opening of the wooden joints.
They both leaned over and straightened their spines so as to look more presentable, despite my clothes resembling those of someone who has just been found drunk and wound up on the floor of a nearby bar, which was not the case with the other, who looked more responsible and serious. The man's scowling face was evident through the door.
He looked to be at least 70 years old and in every detail he appeared to be a typical pensioner with his beard and what hair remained of his strong bald spots due to age, who was taking advantage of his life by spending his pension, if there was such a thing in this world. His frown became more expressive in a look of disapproval, it seemed to be sleep or irritation, he thought to the man behind him in the background.
"-Good evening citizen, I apologize for having disturbed your time..." He seemed to listen even harder. "-What do you want?" The rude words rang out with force and dexterity, leaving the two of them stunned, forcing him to continue straight away. "-We're from the city hall. " he didn't seem to understand. '-Waste disposal and environment...'
His ID went up into the old man's hands, and he looked at it slowly and nonchalantly, a few seconds of checking and a few glances at the two of them every hour until he returned it to the other man's hands. I thought about doing the same, but my ID didn't have a picture and it also looked very different from the other one. Wouldn't that make him more suspicious?Swallow looked at me sideways and exclaimed sharply. "-I apologize for my companion, he's a bit parched, he got a bit too full of himself at our company meeting and he's a bit sick."
The explanation went down like a glove with the old man and also with Miguel, who tucked his ID back into the pocket on the side of his pants. "-He's a bit despondent and we thought we'd help him out at this party but all he can do is drink and drink, he recently lost his wife to summer fever."
But what a lame lie it is, the surprise at Swallow's ability to lie struck Miguel in an unusual way. The old man narrowed his eyes and, with a slightly broader and softer voice, gave him a sign with his hand on his chest. "-No need for identification, sir. I'm sorry for your loss young man, summer fever is certainly one of the worst ways to lose someone you love!" Is that how you asked me to get into character? He thought ethically, and with the old man's exactitude, he made the same reverse sign with his hands in reciprocity worthy of an honest man.
"-Thank you for your condolences, it's been a huge loss for me but I'm trying to stay strong for her but I've been unable to fulfill her wish." In spite of such shamelessness and lies, he seemed to understand and inflicted a modest smile on his old face, as did the other shameless and dangerous man in front of me, but he gave me the idea of another good boy. Fucking lying man.
A few seconds passed and the old man said to us slowly and precisely. "-What brings you two youngsters here so early in the day?" Before Swallow could answer, he had finished saying his words to us. "-The sun hasn't even risen yet!" A look of nonchalance came over his grizzled face, and he answered in no uncertain terms."-We came here because of an anonymous tip that was made to us a few weeks ago, but due to our busy schedule we could only come now. "
The old man seemed to hear clearly and continued to listen to the man's explanation, even though it was another lie, Miguel thought. "It's no big deal, it was just a complaint that strong odors like fish or some dead animal carcass were bothering the neighborhood." What a well-told lie, he thought. The old man fell right in, as he was quick to help with the questions."-I'm just asking you to answer a few questions I'm going to ask you, nothing major that will take up too much of your time.
He nodded in agreement. His old white beard traveled with the winds, as it was a long and slightly large beard. The excuse is a lie seemed to work, but Swallow inflicted an unexpected frown on his face, which surprised both the old man and Miguel. "-I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you if it would be a problem if my coworker carried out a routine check to see if the smell really originated here."
The confusion was all over his face. "-I thought it was just a few questions, but now you want to come into my home?" Confusion remained in me, what was he doing? What was the plan here? He asked himself seriously. "-It won't be necessary to enter your home, just the outside yard, okay?" T
He Old Man's seriousness and discontent changed over time, he thought for a few seconds and clearly gave his answer. "-All right, just be careful with Tobb." His worried, trembling and slightly breathless voice rang in our ears. With a smile on his face, Swallow had done his part and with a slight expression on his face, Miguel knew what he had to do well. "-I'll be careful with him, sir!" Satisfaction as well as honesty showed in the faint smile on his face. Swallow winked at me and with a smile went back to talking to the old man, buying time as agreed for my part.
The staircase on the low side took me to the side of the house and I hurried through the small inchoate brown wooden gate into the green grass area. There were a few small stone paths that went back and forth across the space. It was a big house with just as big a garden.
Well now it was my turn to do my part of the bargain, where is this well? My eyes went back and forth in search of something resembling it until they hit the left-hand side right next to a bushy tree and there was the little stone mound with its rusty handle just as he had told me it would be.
Miguel could only think that he was standing next to someone unusual, but how could he know this fact? Miguel immediately wished that his ability to breathe underwater had been up to date, and with a certain animosity he threw himself into the thin, wide pit, despite the fact that it seemed to be quite deep as the small pebble he threw took a few seconds to hit the water.
The question that kept coming back to him was where he was getting into all this, but without thinking twice he threw himself into the water with impetus and force. The water shattered, hitting the wall around him with force, and with the strength of his feet he floated away.
His hand could only grip the right-hand wall for balance, making him feel the greenish mold that ran along the wall. Although this well unfolded into two paths, one went uphill for a few meters, rising to the other ground a few blocks away, he thought.
The other path in turn unfolded and descended further and further, with small, pointed lights made of antique glass pretending to be morally terrible chandeliers, making everything even more terrifying. Perhaps the fact that these lights were on still made him think that someone routinely walked through these tunnels, workers if possible, I hope we don't have to meet them here.