- •Joe Pitt 2 - No Dominion
- •I look him up and down.
- •I turn to Terry.
- •I fiddle with my Zippo, snap it open and closed.
- •I look at Phil. He glances at the bar, cataloging the bottles on the top shelf.
- •I hand the waitress some cash.
- •I smile.
- •I put two of the specials in front of Phil.
- •I stand up and dig the last of my cash out of my pocket. After the drinks here and Niagara and the twenty for the doorman, there's about forty left. I drop it in front of him.
- •I try to touch her hand, but she moves it. She stares at the band, holding the smoldering cigarette unsmoked.
- •I set my half full coffee cup on the floor at my feet.
- •I hang on the line while she doesn't say anything. I hear a clicking sound, like maybe she's flicking her thumbnail against her front teeth. The sound stops.
- •I watch his eyes, trying to see if he's playing me. They're unreadable; black stones sunk deep in dark wells.
- •I start for the stairs.
- •I wipe the blood out of my eyes with the back of my hand.
- •I look at Timberlands.
- •I walk through followed by Digga, Timberlands, and the rhinos. The door swings shut behind us and we start down a stairwell.
- •I shake my head.
- •I stand up and move the chair back to the table.
- •I take the blankets and spread them on the couch.
- •I put it on the table.
- •I look behind us to the east, where the sun will soon be rising.
- •I look up at the old, well maintained buildings illuminated by ornamental street lamps and security lights.
- •I put it on, take my Zippo from the pocket and use it to light one of Percy's Pall Malls.
- •I climb.
- •I shut up and let them do it their way.
- •I scratch my balls.
- •I dress. I look at the ruined collar. I remember the day Evie gave me the jacket. It was my birthday. The day she thinks is my birthday, anyway. I look at the old lady and put the jacket back on.
- •Vandewater moves to the edge of the plastic, standing over the boys who kneel on either side of the Hispanic kid.
- •Vandewater looks at me.
- •Vandewater steps out of their way.
- •I shake my head.
- •Vandewater turns back to me.
- •I look at her.
- •I bring up the machine pistol.
- •I look.
- •I don't say anything. I don't really have to. Because he's right, that's some shit hitting the fan pretty damn hard.
- •I take it, set it down.
- •I think about it. And it scares me.
- •I point at his nose.
- •I light a cigarette of my own.
- •I finish my beer.
- •I take a drag, having witnessed what being sincere got Tom.
- •I grind some sleep from my eyes.
- •I point at his syringe.
- •I look at him.
- •I pull her face back to mine.
I look behind us to the east, where the sun will soon be rising.
Digga grabs my face and turns it back toward the park.
--Don't you be worryin' 'bout that sun. It rise all on its own. This what you came up here for, ain't it? This what Bird sent you to look into?
--Nobody sent me. I'm here on my own.
--Uh-huh. Up here investigatin' this shit cuz you got a social conscience.
--I care about the little people.
--Uh-huh. A'ight. That good to know. Mean you won't mind doing a little service for yo black bruthas and sistas. Let's stretch our legs.
Timberlands and the rhinos stay by the Hummer while Digga leads me to a bench.
--Percy talk to you?
--He said some things.
--He one alchemical niggah.
--If you say so.
--Trust me on that, he is. So, you got a little picture 'bout the political climate up here?
--Volatile.
-- Volatile. You got some words on you, son. Yeah, volatile. Right now, it more volatile than usual. That because of you. Word out you on the loose. I put that word out. While you rappin' with Percy, I been talkin' with Papa Doc, tellin' him how you busted out. Now he say you a Society agent. Cross Coalition territory without no passage, come up here with an enforcer on yo ass; do all that to create friction when he be wantin' ta make peace with our neighbors to the south. Wants to call Dexter Predo, tell him we got nothin' to do with somethin' nasty happened to his man. Wants to call Terry Bird, tell him we want compensation for the trouble you cause us. Whatever you up here for, Predo and Bird? Neither them muthafuckas gonna be happy with you. But don't worry, I talk Papa down. Told him. First things first: got to find the muthafucka. Then we can worry 'bout who first in line to fuck yo ass. Now, ton tons macoute out looking for you. Ton tons macoute. Named for the secret police down in Haiti. Bad news. Man 'tween a rock an' a hard place, he be glad he not you right now.
He looks at the sky.
--'Course, soon enough they gonna stop lookin'. Everybody gonna sit out the day. Start it up again come sundown. Think I can keep them from callin' on Predo or Bird 'til then. Give you maybe enough time ta do somethin' 'bout your situation.
--Any ideas?
He turns his face to the heights above us.
--Go up there.
I look up at the old, well maintained buildings illuminated by ornamental street lamps and security lights.
--You go on up there where the white folk live.
--And when I'm up there?
--See if you can't get taken in. Them settlers got people watch that border all the time. They spot you, probably got yo picture in a face-book. Gonna want to talk to you. I be surprised they don't grab you up an' get you inside before you can burn.
--Then what?
He faces me, lays his arm along the bench behind my shoulders.
--Get me some fuckin' proof they sendin' that shit down here. Find it. Bring it out. Do that? I fix all this other shit. Get me proof and I put Papa where he belongs. And I put you on yo way back home. Don't say boo to Predo or Bird 'bout shit.
--Or?
He takes his arm away.
--You goin' up that hill, Pitt. We gonna sit down here in the Hummer behind all that UV tintin' an watch. You try to come back down, we gonna have yo ass. Once you up there, only so many things can happen. Sun gonna kill you, or maybe they gonna kill you. Nothin' lost on my end either way. They take you in, you either gonna do my job or you ain't. You shine it on, manage to get back home on yo own or work out some deal they send you home, we gonna know sooner or later. An' we gonna make them calls to Predo an Bird 'bout how you makin' troubles up here. Stir shit up, make life uncomfortable. Bird gonna want nothin' ta do with you on his turf no more. Once you off Society land, we gonna come for you. Makin' you a proposition, Pitt. Oughta take it.
I take a look at Timberlands and the rhinos. They're not far enough away for me to kill Digga before they can get to me. I think about what Percy said about propositions. Guess this is what he meant. Nice of him to give me a heads up. Sort of.
--Being awfully generous with me, Digga. Why's that?
He shrugs.
--Different reasons. Mostly, you white. Need a white boy ta go up there. Other than that, Chubby Freeze vouch for you.
--Yeah, imagine my situation if he hadn't.
Digga laughs.
--That no lie, muthafucka. That no lie.
He stops laughing.
--So what it gonna be?
I look at the sky again. Getting lighter with every minute.
--Well, like you say, I'm going up that hill. Once I'm up there, we'll just have to see what happens.
--That right, we will see what happen.
He stands up and heads for the Hummer. I follow him.
--Say. One thing.
He has the door open.
--What that?
I point at Timberlands.
--Suppose I could get my jacket back?
Digga creases his forehead.
--Doan ask me, it his jacket now.
I look at Timberlands.
He looks at me.
--Fuck off, it my jacket now.
--Uh-huh.
I look at Digga.
--How 'bout my gun and my knife?
Digga looks at me, looks up the hill, looks at Timberlands.
--Man should not go unstrapped.
Timberlands shrugs. He hands me my switchblade and I slip it in my back pocket.
--My piece?
He takes the .32 out of my jacket's pocket. He weighs it in his hand.
--Gat a piece a shit anyways.
He hands it to me. I take it from him and stick the barrel in his mouth.
--Suppose I could have my jacket back?
The rhinos take a step. Timberlands stays where he is, but his eyes go to Digga.
Digga shakes his head.
--Me, I'd give him the jacket, niggah.
Timberlands takes off my jacket, carefully. He holds it out. I take it, remove the barrel of the .32 from his mouth and wipe it on the front of his shirt. He and the rhinos close in.
Digga holds up his hand.
--Uh-uh, no time now. Sun gonna be up. Man's got walkin' to do.
The rhinos get in the Hummer. Timberlands walks around to the driver's side.
--Gonna settle with you later, muthafucka.
--Yeah, yeah. Wait your turn.
Digga gets in the Hummer and sits there with the door open.
--Someone special musta give you that jacket.