SYMBOLS FROM SCRAWLS

© Dana W. Paxson 2009

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SYMBOLS FROM SCRAWLS

2406 CE

Ludko Drevic waited, his fingers playing over the keyboard of the databox, until the last of the other technicians had left the synthesis lab. Four years, and the door was finally opening here. Four years ago the movement had found this job for him; JJ himself had come to set Ludko up in the apartment and get him started. “Don’t do anything until I tell you to,” JJ had said, “just do your job and keep quiet and friendly. When I need you, I’ll find you.”

Three days ago, JJ had found Ludko, leaving him a coded graffiti message along the route they’d arranged. Ludko had plucked the symbols from the seemingly-aimless scrawls on abutments, poles, and walls, and deciphered them with his unipad CD. It was time to get some of the drug for JJ; the theft would be noticed quickly, so Ludko would have to find a good cover story. That was one thing he always did well.

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