Troy Island

by Hanuman

19 Jun 2017 1330 readers Score 8.2 (14 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


- Alo...! - Roger answers the phone without looking to the time from his bedroom. At the other side the voice of a woman was trembling.

- Captain... Cap... team...

- Yes, who is it? - he sits down at the bed and looks at his cell phone, it's 2:00. 

- I am Rebecca... you told me I can call you anytime, Captain... I am afraid that...

- Yes, Rebecca, speak out... - Roger gets up and looks out of the window the neon bright lights of the skyscrapers. He is told, muscular and in his thirties.

- I think my husband is dead...

- Wow... where are you now?

- I am at my apartment, Captain... I am alone with my husband... well, he seems dead over his desk.

- Please, don't touch nothin. I am going right now. 

Roger got his police uniform, something more similar to a superhero custom than a traditional one of any world police, like Mr. Heng, the creator of Troy City wanted. His muscles were translucent in the elastic fabric and a mask hide his handsome face. He rode the official police air-motorbike, a vehicle that could make short flights within the city. 

The apartment of Rebecca was at the other side of the city-island, in a skyscraper for servants. He climbed the building until the apartment's window and saw Rebecca sitting on a sofa while contemplating the quiet body of Nassim. He knocked the glass and Rebecca ran to open the window. The motorbike stayed at the balcony.

Roger went to see the body of Nassim. Evidently he was dead. Without asking a single world to Rebecca, Roger took a small stick from his pocket and sent a signal to what seems to be a video camera. In a moment he got all the footage of the last six hours in the apartment. He projected the image on a wall and saw Nassim coming to his desk to operate his computer. An alternative screen showed Rebecca watching television on her bed. Some hours later on the footage, Nassim put his head on the desk, without any violence. 

- Rebecca, I have to report this. If Nassim was assassinated, we lost our main way to know who is spying on Troy City and for whom... 

She remains silence, looking to the body of his husband. They came together to live in Troy City more than 20 years ago. She was always a servant working in a restaurant, but Nassim was in the career to become a brain, until the police put him in a list of suspects of espionage. Rebecca was cooperating with the authorities because her marriage was already in the way to end.

Few minutes after there were more agents of police in the apartment, but nobody interrogated Rebecca. Roger knew that she was not in such a mood to say a word on the event that she was now a widow. 

- Rebecca, do you want to rest? I can offer you a good room at the Police Department. It is quiet and good food.

- Yes, Captain... You know? I was thinking in asking divorce, but I never expected he was going to let me like this. 

Rebecca clung to him in the motorbike and they crossed Rock Avenue in the always illuminated night of Troy City. He let her in a comfortable bedroom for protected witnesses in the Police Department and returned to the streets. 

Who could killed Nassim without letting traces? Anyway, still the possibility of a sudden dead, a heart attack. A nervous and stressful man like Nassim could die anytime. 

Although it was already 4:00 he needed a drink at his favorite bar that closes at 5. He parked his motorbike in the police exclusive lot in front to the pub street, changed his hero-like uniform and dress like a young man in his twenties. Some guys were already leaving the bar and the guard reminded Roger that in one hour it would close.

- I just want a drink... don't mind - Roger smiled as an adolescent and the guy allowed him in. 

The Forniture Men - the name of the bar... The offering was that muscled young men made the furniture, of course, all belonging to the Soldiers cast. After the main entrance door, you come inside a lobby where there is a reception where you have to check in. It is attended by a virtual robot.

- Welcome to The Forniture Men Bar... May I help you?

The radial stereo voice produces lights with its radio waves creating a mysterious atmosphere in the alone lobby. 

- I just want a table and a drink... a Whisky is okay.

- You have 45 minutes before the bar is closed.

- I know... I just want some relax while I think...

- Do you want to be alone in your table?

- Yes, just the special furniture is okay. 

- Approved. You just made a payment for 6.70 bitcents from your current bar credit. Please proceed to the next room.

A second door just appeared from what seems a white wall and Roger entered a wide corridor where he saw two young men at both sides of another door. The men were standing with their hands behind and their naked bodies were surrounded by chains. Both of them looked at Roger and, at the same time, moved their heads to the door, inviting him to enter. 

The Captain came inside the bar, where people made the forniture. Still some customers although the hour: a big elderly man was almost sleeping on a corner, while his right hand was taking the testicles of a young man who was standing at his side and holding an almost empty bottle of champaign. Just that service cost him some bitcents per minute. There was also a blondy woman on the bar. She was wearing a long Spanish gown, but she was against the bar to allow a male head to lick her vagina inside the gown. She was enjoying it too much, while smoking and drinking a red cocktail. 

Roger found all this expiring, but he needed a coup in order to think about the dead of Nassim and what it would mean for the investigation. Mr. Heng was highly worried that the CIA intended to take control over Troy City by creating a coup d'etat. All the technological advances and discoveries, could be stolen by the normal states, putting at risk the entire world. Mr. Heng, the creator, had the title of Caesar in the city and democracy was replicated by a Senate Council and a Supreme Court. Other elements of democracy were protected in the city such as freedom of press, religion and business. 

A young man came to his table with his whiskey. He had a cute face and a slim figure and was naked. He sat down on the table, in front to Roger, with both legs at his sides and put the cup of cold whiskey  between his legs. Roger open the zipper of his jeans and explored inside with his fingers to take out a hard dick. Then he put the hard and long dick inside the cold cup. The young man trembled with the freezing ice for a moment. In this position, the only way to drink the liquor was with a straw. Roger blowed  a little, while looking the long dick inside the liquor, fighting to stay up in the middle of the ice. He smiled and look at the face of the soldier, who was looking to the distance. 

Then, while drinking his dick whiskey, his mind returned to work. "There is only one person who can tell me about the dead of Nassim," he thought. "But it can be dangerous, because it is not sure if that person could cooperate." 

He was thinking about Samundi, the ringleader of the Troy City underworld. 

He finished the drink and the dick of the soldier contracted by the cold. Roger took it out and squeezed a little his balls that were long. After some seconds of squeezing the balls, the dick recovered size. 

- If Samundi cooperates, I have this case by the balls! - he said to themselves, while pulling a little on the soldiers testicles, who made a slight moan. Such action produced an automatic payment of some bitcents in his bar account. 

Then he left the bar right at 4:40 and went back home with the purpose to enter the Troy City underground as soon as it was cleared that Nassim was killed. 

by Hanuman

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