Type Z

Chapter 10 - Order

Thomas pov     

 I've been on East End for a few months, nearly a year. I've learned every crack in the concrete there is to the one maybe, maybe two blocks. This is the Outsider's little corner, they've taken me in. An apartment complex, A pub for meetings and celebration, and an archive for information. The three main points. There's also an auto shop, An Underground market, (If you know who to talk to.) and the docks. The docs. That is exactly where someone goes when they need something fresh.

      That's where I've found a temporary job, slipping expensive things up my sleeve every time a valuable thing can fit in my pocket. I've made it a hobby to turn them around to see how much cash I get out of them. So far it's enough to start giving me a name in the Outsiders. I'm climbing from nothing to something rather quickly. I'm still not too powerful. Not enough to make waves. That's exactly as I want though.

      There are people that live in the complex I know that can help me with weapons. The Outsiders are the perfect setup. I would stay here with them if that wasn't home to me. It was the dry side of town. There were gangs and people in power. There was there own little corrupt government run by mob leaders. So far I know of 2 and they're usually at peace with each other.

      East End, if you couldn't already tell, is a dangerous town. It takes a saint not to get yourself killed. If you're not a saint you better be smarter than a faction full of people that don't know they're being cheated. Anyone that's not used to or aware of how dangerous it is, well, to say the least, they would be chewed up and spit out after living in this town. Especially trying to make a less than honest living

    I sat in my apartment waiting for the call from the Outsiders for the meeting. The outsiders have taken me in and helped me plan against the Commissioner. So far all I know is that there's going to be a party that he's throwing for his mistress.

     The party is assumed to be huge, and lucky for me it's masquerade. A few members of the outsiders are helping me get access to the party and materials. Materials being things to make my costume and clothing. The engineer has been paying me to steal scraps from automations, he's shown me how to make a higher tech mask out of them. The mask has a telephone feature so that I can reach the outsiders and know what I'm getting myself into. They know I'm a mutant. We're working on an automation to go down the metal spine of my back brace that masks my DNA. They're trying to disguise my DNA to match Mr. Léopold.

     Mr. Léopold is a rather wealthy man. He says he knows for a fact that he'll be invited but has ways to get in other than using identification and invitation. He doesn't live in East End. Nobody knows where he lives (mainly because here we don't really care where you live.) I don't know if I even want to leave this place. When I find Camelia maybe I should stay. No. The type Z need us. They need me.

     The phone finally rang, I let it ring twice before picking it up off the desk in front of me.

     "Yes," I say into the inner mechanisms of the phone to be carried through the air into their ears.

     "Come to the table right away" It was Léopold. I hang up the phone and slide my jacket over my shoulders. I walked down the stairs to the elevator in quite a hurry. I pulled the lever back and it came down to meet me at the ground level. I step inside and pull the doors closed. I open the little hatch that has braille written on it. I push the button to go to the basement. Only members of the Outsiders are allowed in this basement. I came in and everyone else was already there pouring themselves coffee or water. The wine was only drunk as a celebration. We were lucky if you could get your hands on it. The wine was a delicacy, only made for weddings or fine parties with only the most wealthy people.