The Road To (Outer) Nowhere (Space)

Chapter 6: The Sins


As he reached Calexico he discovered that society had taken a big turnaround. He walked into a bar, removed the earphones and asked for a double Jack and a good stake with some French fries.
The bartender brought the meal with some ketchup. As he ate he thought about the gluttony he was committing. The robbery was always appearing in his thoughts, if it would work he would be closer to his objective, if not, well, he tried not to think about it… Prison was not in his plans. As he was drinking the whisky, two men in suits and briefcases walked in, maybe bank employees…. He envied their jobs, their ridiculous easy life with a normal family, a nice house and barbeque Sunday afternoons next to their pool with the neighbors.
He walked out of the bar and explored the city, looking at all the buildings with interest… Everything had changed in all those years he was up there. What shocked him most was the music he could overhear coming from the stores.
- The Americans hear music while shopping, wasting more cash than they have… How fucking stupid is that…
As he devoted his life to science, he had been places and seen the world in a way that only few had the chance, so a wave of pride placed a sarcastic smile on his face.
Before he knew it the big avenues had disappeared and many allies took their place, he had gotten out of the city center. A few gangs could be seen scattered around the scenery. He knew exactly that drugs had not been eradicated since his departure from Earth. As he walked along the road he felt that the gangs were taking some interest in him, but he continued, until five individuals stopped him in his tracks.
- Let’s see the cash, dog!
- What?
- Give me your money, mother fucker!
- Listen, I’ve come a long way man, I don’t want to smash your skull in!
- Oh look, the puppy actually barks. So, you think you can come into my territory and still get an opinion? Let’s see that ipod, dog!
- Hey, I’m not your dog, and what the fuck is an ipod?
- Are you being funny, asshole? Or you just want to die? No wait, you must come from outer space! Hahaha
- Technically, not from outer space, but you could say that.
- Ok that’s it fucker, give me the fucking ipod and your cash, now.
- Last warning, mate. I don’t know what is an ipod and I am not giving you any cash, get a life you fucking loser!
- Your girlfriend didn’t say that after I had her… hahaha
- Now my friend, I’m breaking all your teeth!
As the gangster reached for his pocket, a wave of wrath took control of his body, and he threw the ipod up in the air. While the five gangsters looked at it, he took the heads of two of them and smashed them together. The third element was taken out by holding down his right arm that now had a gun in it and punching his elbow from under. The gun flew into his hand, he used the grip to smash the fourth gangsters temple in. Finally the gang leader that had been speaking was left alone, and before he could react a bullet was shot into his kneecap.
- So what did my girlfriend say?
- Ahhh fuck man, you are so dead, wait until the crew leader knows about this…
- Fuck the crew leader, what did she say?
As he asked the question, he pulled back the hammer and pointed the gun at the gangster’s chest,.- Fuck, nothing man, she didn’t say anything man… I’m sorry man…
- So now you are sorry? What kind of gangster are you? I was going to actually give you the fucking walkman or whatever that shit is, in exchange for some information regarding a hotel to sleep in, but now my friend, it’s broken because of you, and I am feeling somewhat greedy right now, so for thinking you can just mug anyone because you are the man, and for insulting my girlfriend, that I don’t have at the moment, I am going to keep my promise and break your teeth… But because I am in a hurry, I won’t break them all, just a few. So would you be so kind to kneel down and smile.
- Man, look I’m sorry…
- That won’t work at this point my friend.
He took a step at the gangster and started pressing the trigger; the gangster kneeled down and placed his hands around his head.
- Hey, I’m not going to arrest you, just smile.
He bended down and grabbed the gun by the barrel and hit the gangster’s teeth with the grip using all his strength. The gangster fell backwards and put his hands in front of his mouth, that was covered in blood. All the gangs around the area started running away. He approached the screaming gangster and asked:
- I know that you are feeling quite a lot of pain right now, and your head feels like it’s about to explode, but I can give you the gun back because right now I am feeling quite careless on keeping it, but I just need you to point me at the best hotel in town…
- Fuck you weirdo…
- OK then, let’s see how many teeth you spat out, one, two, seven, and… twelve… You still have quite a number of them. Now where did I leave the gun…
- Fuck, O… OK, go… down the street and turn left, then at the crossroads right and you will see it…
- Thanks, that was easy wasn’t it?
He took the bullets out of the gun and threw them away after dropping the gun in front of the gangster. As he walked past the other four he saw the ipod and picked it up, luckily it was still working.
When he got to the hotel he realized that it was really the best in town, numerous fountains and trees stood in front of the entrance. He crossed the lobby, and a beautiful blue eyed blond with thin lips and a excellent body greeted him:
- Welcome to the “Desert Mirage”. What can I do for you?
- Hi, I would like the suite please, the best you’ve got…
- Sure, what is your name sir?
- Sonny, Sonny Black.
- Mr. Black, for how long will you delight us with your stay?
As the receptionist was talking he stared at her name tag, “Rachel Dalton”, and then at her body as he realized that for a very long time he had not seen any woman naked.
- Maby I should add cable porn to you room subscription?
- What… Sorry?
- The way you are looking at me, seems like you’ve never seen a woman…
- Sorry, I’m quite tired, haven’t slept for a couple of days.
- That’s quite obvious, taking from the dark circles around your eyes…
- Haha, well, I’ve been punched recently…
Mis Dalton looked at him and pulled an over smile… He thought she was just being polite.
- So, how long?
- One weak please.
- Business of pleasure?
- Neither.
She smiled again, this time, throwing her hair over her shoulder.
- Ok then, that would be 5000 dollars please.
- I would like to pay at the checkout.
- Sure, could you please sign this form please?
- OK, there!
- Would you like Internet, cable TV, entertainers, a laptop ensuite, massages or any other extra?
- I don’t really know how to use Internet, cable tv I don’t want, a laptop no thanks, a massage only if it came from you, and an extra that I would like is… all meals served in my room.
- Wait, what? You don’t know how to use the Internet? I’m… I’m not very good at massages…
- I was abroad for quite a long time.
Rachel grinned like an innocent girl.
- I knew it, you’re a CIA agent… You came to investigate the UFO crash, right?
- Look freaky cheeks, if I was a CIA agent do you think I would be taking your blow chat and be dressed like this?
- You gave me a fake name; you didn’t even sign it right, like you haven’t written for decades. And I am going to ask you for some ID and I know you won’t have it.
- Ok baby, you caught me. I am here to investigate the sighting. In a week’s time, a Mr. John Smith will come and pay the bill. I can’t give you an ID as you understand, so let’s beat the crap. Can I have the keys or are you going to tamper with a federal investigation.
- Oh I like you guys, always investigating strange things, and…
- The keys please!
- Oh, sorry, here.
As he walked to the elevators, she said, I’m free at eleven p.m. Come down and we will have a chat if you like, I’ve seen many UFO’s. He waved his hand and stepped in.
The suite was huge, the bathroom had a Jacuzzi, there was a kitchen with a fridge filled with food and beverages, a huge lounge with a plasma TV and a king size bed with the view over the city and the desert. He had a shower, stepped in the Jacuzzi for some time, served himself a double jack and tucked into the silk sheets thinking of the luxury he was in and missed for so many years. He placed the star on the bed and tried the ipod, luckily it still worked: