Descending Road - THIS OLD FAT WOMAN by Dana W. Paxson

THIS OLD FAT WOMAN

1563 4D

“Neerin, what’s the detector show?” The ArCorp officer bent over the trace transmitter to see the detector screen.

His trainee pointed a finger at a pale orange blip. “He’s been picked up. Two old ladies in a cart. They’ve been out here a long time, probably want to make him a bedboy. Couple of Fandarinn weirds.”

The officer snickered. “Oh, them. Well, I’m sending you and Garth to check on him, make sure the tag is still on him. Arlen himself is tracking this guy.”

“What for?”

“Some cache of stuff he’s got. They put him through the grinder and he didn’t tell them anything. So now he’s got a tag, and we’ll track him.”

“What if he loses the tag?”

“We’ll lose our balls, that’s all. Oh, you can torch the place after you get him. We’ve wanted to nail those two bowlegged bitches for the last ten years.”

“Can’t you send Fandorez and Shinn? This looks boring.” The trainee scratched his flashburned nose.

“Neerin, you complaining about not getting the young girls? Forget it. That last pretty one gave Fandorez a knife in his crotch. At least you’re getting the safe assignments.”

“No, that’s not it. I wanted the alien detail.”

The officer stiffened. “You’re not supposed to know about that. Who told you?”

“It was on the datasheet from yesterday’s orders. All I know is, they say there’s aliens outside the City. They’re only supposed to be in certain City zones near their spaceport. The militia found this old fat woman and tried to take her in, but—“

“This is ArCorp Level Six security stuff. You just forget you heard it, and I won’t send you City-side with your cock in a knot. Got that, glowbrain?”

“Yes, sir.”

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	THIS OLD FAT WOMAN 1563 4D “Neerin, what’s the detector show?” The ArCorp officer bent over the trace transmitter to see the detector screen. His trainee pointed a finger at a pale orange blip. “He’s been picked up. Two old ladies in a cart. They’ve been out here a long time, probably want to make him a bedboy. Couple of Fandarinn weirds.” The officer snickered. “Oh, them. Well, I’m sending you and Garth to check on him, make sure the tag is still on him. Arlen himself is tracking this guy.” “What for?” “Some cache of stuff he’s got. They put him through the grinder and he didn’t tell them anything. So now he’s got a tag, and we’ll track him.” “What if he loses the tag?” “We’ll lose our balls, that’s all. Oh, you can torch the place after you get him. We’ve wanted to nail those two bowlegged bitches for the last ten years.” “Can’t you send Fandorez and Shinn? This looks boring.” The trainee scratched his flashburned nose. “Neerin, you complaining about not getting the young girls? Forget it. That last pretty one gave Fandorez a knife in his crotch. At least you’re getting the safe assignments.” “No, that’s not it. I wanted the alien detail.” The officer stiffened. “You’re not supposed to know about that. Who told you?” “It was on the datasheet from yesterday’s orders. All I know is, they say there’s aliens outside the City. They’re only supposed to be in certain City zones near their spaceport. The militia found this old fat woman and tried to take her in, but—“ “This is ArCorp Level Six security stuff. You just forget you heard it, and I won’t send you City-side with your cock in a knot. Got that, glowbrain?” “Yes, sir.”