Faces In The Halls

The next few entries that I'll be entering are found after a massive excavation and clean up of a waste called my room.

This one is called East Freedom Investigations - Cancer in the Engine

Darkness. A flash of light. Darkness. A flash of light. Darkness. The Pan Island Expressway allows safe passage through the entire island. It's also the most important vein to run through the sleeping country at this time of the night. A whir of sirens echo through the mysterious night as Mida takes out a cigarette and ligts it in a single flash. The light illuminates the night for a brief four seconds before leaving an orange afterglow behing in the night. Midas knows its going to be a tough night but the pay off meant another three months of r Italic

ent for his pathetic office and hopefully decent meals for the next few weeks ahead.

"Yeah Midas... You're truly living the life, ain't ya?", Midas mocked. He takes another drag before carrying on towards south, where the Bay lies.

The Bay is always illuminated, even during the dead of the night where a leviathan slumbers before its morning journey. Despite its stillness, the leviathan is alive, keeping the Industrial Engines beating and pumping at its constant rhythm 24 hours a day. It keeps the sleeping country breathing and alive for over at least 46 years. However, within the movement of trade and money, a cancer emerges within the bright lights of the bay. A selfish part of the infrastructure works towards something that puts it at an advantage and puts everything else in some sort of jeapordy.

Midas had a tip off about this flaw. A hypocritical flaw in a sense. He's the reason why Midas is climing a ladder and made his position on top of an industrial container. Midas waits in the shadows created by the skeleton of the Bay.

Young Jackie boy has a sick mother at home and hopes to get her better for the past six months but the job he holds at the Bay is not enough. While working in the yard, Young Jackie boy overheard of underground jobs by his peers of favours that could help pay the medical expenses. Young Jackie boy requested and made a deal.

He arrives at 11.00pm on the dot. Not a second earlier or later. He meets his new employer, Mr. Lucy.

Young Jackie boy attracts Mr. Lucy in a way that makes Young Jackie boy feel awkward, but his Ma is sick and he wants her to get better.

So Young Jackie Boy gets on his knees. It's all filthy but he knows Mr. Lucy likes it and as soon as he gets on the good books, Jackie Boy knows his mother can now live for another few weeks. For Mr. Lucy, life can't get any sweeter than this.

The timing is right and what Midas put in effort has come to this moment.

Unknown from Mr. Lucy, the sweetness runs from. There was a silent click and a scamper on the roof. Probably a cat. Mr. Lucy has been captured in a picture that was should not have existed in the first place.

Slipping through a hole in the fence, Midas clutches on his camera and silently made his way out of the Industrial Engines. Diagnosis of this cancer would is enough for this country to purge it on its own. In a sick way, Midas doesn't want the cancer to stop because without it, Midas probably wouldn't have a business. The art of being in any particular place and any particular time.

It's 3.00 am on Wednesday evening. It's going to be a long walk to town. There's enough fags in his pocket to keep him company.