{"sf1_id":1522185,"sf2_id":"P1E3bXPm","title":"Overconfidence of Youth and Flame (Otherwise Untitled)","author":"Moriar","words":257,"posted_at":"2019-12-12T23:39:00.000Z","tags":["Phoenix","Synth","Synth (species)"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1522185-overconfidence-of-youth-and-flame-otherwise-untitled","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/P1E3bXPm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f0/ae/f0ae5d6b-5fee-4048-bb32-c2bc09dc4449","description":"#175 of Short Stories\n\nA phoenix under-estimates the risks of cheating the local crime boss.","content":"~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The phoenix turned in her chair and gave the Synth a long stare and a sigh as he entered the tucked away room.  \n~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I must've done a fine job today, what with this meeting with tha boss, no?\", mused the phoenix.  \n~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The Synth simply glared as he settled down into a seat across the table, letting the battered gas cylinder he'd been carrying whunk heavily against the floor.  \n~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Let's settle up on the things we both know, pretty bird, shall we?\", offered the Synth to a confused nod from the hen.  \n~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Your shipment today was pretty light of a load, but nothing was missing.\", pulling a wrench up from his belt.  \n~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"And there's a new boss who wants onto my turf to sell the same goods, but you don't plan to give me any details about that.\", slotting the wrench into the cylinder's valve.  \n~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"And if I try to knock you around, fwoomf, fire everywhere. If I try to laughing gas ya, bigger fwoomf.\", opening the tank to a loud hissing.  \n~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The phoenix scrambled out of her chair to a standing posture, the edges of her wings lighting up as she glared across the table with confusion.  \n~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The Synth simply smiled as he explained, \"Is suppose nitrogen and a locked door should be enough to put you in a volunteering mood, eh?\", reclining into his seat.  \n~\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The phoenix slammed against the firm door, before looking back to the Synth and the canister hissing into the closed room.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Short Stories","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1522182-pages-of-numbers-otherwise-untitled.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1522187-outsider-s-documents-otherwise-untitled.json"}}