Godart stared at his feet. They didn’t stare back and that was a good thing. There was enough eyes looking at him and more along the way in the future. His mind strolled though his past. He fell on his back and look at the stars. What did happen?
A couple years into the past…
“Does it take a long time to clean your hair?” Thorhammer, hover-copter pilot and mother of two asked.
The hover-copter ride was pleasant but loud. Classical earther music played though the headphones.
Gordat was singing with the music. “MMMBop, ba duba dop ba do bop, Ba duba dop ba do bop, Ba duba dop ba do. Oh yea – what you say?”
“Your body hair: does it take long to clean?”
“Not at all. Ba duba.”
“Use shampoo on it?”
“Not at all. Bop. You carry a lot of non-immutables on this machine?”
Thorhammer grin at the question. “Of course, the Five Families deal with all sort people.”
“This is why you play music like this then?”
“Eh yup.”
“Cuts down on the nightmares I bet.”
“Haven’t had one spawn in the 'copter since.”
They approached Deldoroon skyline. The sun settled down below the horizon as Godart spied a few lights poking out from the upper buildings. Blackness moved in the streets below. Literally. Stuff of nightmares walked the floors below. Again, literally.
Godart wondered. “These guys going to talk to me Thor?”
“It’s Thorhammer. If you got money, they got the honey.”
He rolled his eyes. “Great.”
The hover-copter landed on the building pad. Godart unloaded his guns, gear and gifts. What kind of people the Five Families were? He didn’t really know. They knew he was coming, wanting to do business. Both eager, hopefully.
Godart waited.