Hello after two days, I was taking care of my wife over the weekend and didn't get any writing done. I am back today to continue the story. You know the story called A Hidden Trap? Oh well if you haven't caught up, go back and read the last two entries.
Here is the next section in A Hidden Trap...
"You're awfully quiet for a man of considerable wealth, you're even working construction, why are you still in this city?" Vespa asked.
"Seemed alright at the time. I just never got way from working. I put money away and I don't flaunt that I have it. If it were not for my father dying a year ago, I'd still be broke; No thanks to her. No Offense." Mort shrugged. He couldn't understand why this woman, someone who calls herself an ancient motorcycle, was taking an interest in him.
"No offense taken, personally I feel your ex-wife is a tramp and a slut all at the same time. That's not my place to say I know; I am bound by Enforcer law, but what can I say, I have my opinions." Vespa sighed and crossed her elegant legs.
"Do you pick your clients or do they pick you?" Mort asked.
"They pick the clients, the Enforcers I mean, and we as the employees just follow where the job takes us."
"Must be rough, the only place I wouldn't mind going is away from the planet, It would be harder for my wife to catch up with me then." Mort snorted.
"That's true, as a enforcer I would be able to help you with that...at least I could get you off planet."
"Why would you help me? For all I know, soon the Enforcer Rule will be the only rule and local police will become Enforcer Patrol. I wouldn't doubt within the next year you'll be in space patrolling some backwater world for not paying their taxes to the central union." Mort laughed.
"I'd do it because I can. Your wife paid the Enforcers to find you for some unknown reason and they told me to do the job. The way I see it; depending on how your visit goes, I can get you off world if something bad happens. I'm getting an assignment in space soon, I know that if I can help one person out of forty seven unlucky ones, I'll have served my sentence on this world." Vespa stared Mort directly in the eye.
"Alright, are you having to stay until I'm done? I mean, do you enforce me to stay unless I get run out of her house?" Mort asked.
"You could find a way out of the house at any cost if it means that much to you. Let's put it this way, if she wants money from you, give it to her, if not stay as short a time as possible. You get my meaning?" Vespa asked.
"Not really, I still don't understand what your job has to do with my life." Mort looked out the window and could see the estate of his wife looming very close to the car.
"Mortimer, your life is my business. If I don't have work, I'm out of a job. The only way I have a client is to make sure their life is enforced. Get the picture?!" Vespa spat sternly.
"Hey you can threaten all you want; What I want to know is if I pay her the money will I get compensated?" Mort waved his hands around trying to ward off an act of violence.
"Your compensation will be a flight away from here and an offer for a new job. I will be the one to enforce that." Vespa kept her cool once again.
Mort thought about the effects of what had been discussed. A new life away from planet, a new job and it would have to be better than what he was doing now. The limo stopped directly in front of the house. Mort suddenly felt very small.
Well that gives us more to consider doesn't it? I'll leave you with that and hope you keep checking back for more. Until next time, bye for now.
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