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Death in a Business suit Pt.2

I landed on the floor, my face buried in blue carpeting and I was wondering where I was, I looked around and saw cubicles with people typing away at keyboards. I was quickly reminded of a movie I once saw when suddenly I was picked up by Doug, for being short he was strong. We walked to an office room just as a German Sheppard was leaving, he was wearing a white button up shirt with a blue tie, tan slacks and black dress shoes, and he was carrying a stack of papers while he was speed walking to his cubicle. We shared a passing glance and Doug and I walk into the office. The office was had one of those typical offices a CEO has, the big window where a wall should be, a cherry wood desk stained a dark red, a big wheelie chair, two computer monitors and a switchbox in between.

"Sit" a woman's voice calls out, so I sat down in a wheelie chair about the same size as hers. On her desk was a name plaque that read Death, once I noticed that a chill ran down my spine, I was wondering what was going to happen to me when the chair spun around and I almost fell out of my seat. Instead of a woman there was a skeleton wearing a suit top, the whole suit was filled out like someone was wearing it but there were just bones, the eye sockets staring off into nothing yet somehow being able to see.

"And you must be...Mr. Moon-"

"Ma'am" I said "it's actually Red Moon...my last name is Red Moon" she paused and looked over the records

"Oh, I see...Mr. Red Moon then, so my records indicate that you're part of a Native American tribe, you joined the military, got out and became a stock broker and died by blunt force trauma via metal pluming pipe to the skull" she paused "so I assume you know you're dead and that we're suppose to process you out of here...but" she paused again

"But what?" I asked

"But because of your credentials we feel that, you would be perfect for an occupation here" she folded her arms "so what do you say then, you up for it?"

"I uh err umm...I don't know, what would my job title be?" I asked and shrugged

"Human Expiration Guidance Counselor" Doug said and grinned at me

"Wait what?" I asked as Death sighed

"A Grim Reaper" she said and waited for my response

"But I thought there was only one grim reaper" I said a bit shocked at the offer that just fell into my lap

"Well yes there was one, at first, but soon as man multiplied the first reaper started to recruit more to help out and now it's set up like a corporation to make things easier on everyone" she said in an annoyed tone "anymore questions or are we done here?"

"Uh no ma'am I'm done" I extended my hand to shake hers but she refused

"Go with Doug and he'll give you the run down on everything here, are you still on shift Doug?"

"Yes I am, but I do have someone whose suppose to die in an hour and a half so I guess the FNG can job shadow while you get his paper work done" he grabbed my collar and hoisted me up to me feet

"Ok you can take him along and once you get back we'll in process him..., just don't fuck up or your ass is mine" she stood up with a pack of cigarettes in her hand and Doug quickly snaps to attention

"Ma'am yes ma'am" I could tell he was trying to hold back a grin

"I don't pay you to be a smart ass Marine" she was about to continue but I interrupted her

"Wait you were a Marine?!...fucking Marines" I chuckled

"Hey! Marines are way better then a soldier" he glared at me

"Are not" I said

"Are too" he responded

"Hey you too knock this crap off before I make you" she lit up and took a puff of her cigarette "two things and then you both get out ok, one, Marines are hotter and two, soldiers live longer, now out!" she yelled at us and we both got out of there as fast as we could and walked to the elevator

"You hear that, she said Marines are hotter" Doug grinned

"Yeah but we make better boyfriends and husbands" I replied

"Oh yeah? And why's that?" Doug asked as he punched in the numbers for the lobby

"Because we're not bullet sponges" I smiled and the portal opened

"Touché" he said and pushed me through and I landed on my feet once I got through the portal.

"Hey Jessie" Sally ran up to me and handed me a piece of paper "once you get processed, why don't you give me a call and we can hang out" I smiled

"Sure, I'd like that" she ran back to her desk and helped the next soul in line

"My my looks like little Jessie is becoming a man" Doug chuckled and patted my head

"You know, according to my people your still a boy" I laughed

"Oh yeah, what do I have to do?" he asked, I laughed again and pointed to my back

"Ask me latter and I'll show you what it takes Marine"

"What get a tattoo? Whatever soldier boy" he shook his head and we walked to the front of the building

"Does anyone ever walk in here by mistake?" I asked Doug

"Nope, to normal people it's just a vacant lot but to us it's an office building, we also have bars and restaurants just for us to relax and unwind from work" he explained

"So it's Cheers but with reapers?" I asked in a smart ass tone

"If you want to look at it like that then yes, oh and we're going to a club for this reap" he said

"Ugh, I hate clubs" I said

"Really? A rich broker who hates clubs...the irony" he laughed

"Correction a dead rich broker" I laughed as we stepped outside

"Well I suppose that you'll have to change out of your suit...so I guess that you can barrow some clothes of mine" he said as we approached his car, I looked at it and nodded in approvement

"Crown Victoria Police Interceptor, nice...not the kind of car I thought you drove, I pictured a hummer or something"

"Why would you think that I drove one of those?" he asked

"I'm not sure, you seem like a guy who would" I replied as he opened his trunk, it was full of clothes "please tell me these clothes are clean" I told Doug as he grabbed a black tee shirt with a peace sign made out of bullet casings that had the words "peace through superior fire power" under the peace sign, he also handed me jeans and boots to wear. I began to undress and get out of my suit; once I pulled off my shirt Doug stopped me

"Hold the phone, what's that on your back?!" Doug asked in awe and curiosity, so I explained to Doug that down my back were scars in the shape of two tribal signs, which means Courage and Intellect to our tribe, in my tribe at the age of sixteen you must get two tribal scars that displays your two greatest personality traits as seen fit by your parents, of course my father choose Courage and my mother choose Intellect, they explained to me that courage without intellect gets one killed and intellect without courage is useless, in life you need a balance and that's why those two were chosen for me. The process of getting the scars requires a shaved back, razor blades tied between two sticks, and a rock. The tribal leaders tap the blades into your back so that a scar is formed and once the scar is formed the fur won't grow back leaving the scars to show all the time. After explaining this to Doug he was impressed that anyone could withstand such pain

"My my you weren't shitting when you said you'd show me later, I have to ask....did you cry?" he asked

"Duh I cried, sixteen with razor blades being pounded into my back...I cried like a baby for God's sake" I said as I pulled my shirt down and pulled up my jeans "what the hell did you think I was going to do?" I glared at him

"I don't know...no need to get snippy with me soldier" he responded

"Sorry about that, by the way, why are we going to a club when it's the middle of the afternoon? I asked

"The owner has made his club run twenty four seven, except on holidays, the windows have been removed and boarded up so it's night all the time...he's also a reaper so we're going to be in the clear" he took a step back "there you go, spittin' image of a civilian oh and don't let Greg get to you"

"Who's Greg?" I asked him

"Oh you'll find out" he said with a grin

"Oh goody" I replied in a sarcastic tone "I just love surprises...nothing like hearing 'hey Sergeant watch this' or 'is it bad if I do this', Privates....you got to love hating them" I replied and Doug laughed

"Oh yeah I know that all too well" we shared laughs as we hopped into his car and drove to the club, trading jokes and talking about our life stories, as it turns out Doug had one Private story that topped them all. When he was a fresh E-5 or Sergeant in the Marines he was in charge of giving a brief about weapons safety, well part of the brief was to explain why one doesn't leave a cleaning rod in the barrel while firing blanks. Doug or should I say Sergeant Ivanovo shoved a cleaning rod down the barrel, loaded a blank, then fired at a tree which lodged the rod half way into the tree. As he went back to the brief a Private took a blank and began to imitate Sergeant Ivanovo, once the Private fired he missed the tree and hit the side of the barracks, Doug turned around to begin smoking the Private when the rod ricocheted off the barracks and struck him in the heart. Thus Sergeant Douglas Ivanovo was killed by a Private with a cleaning rod.

"So it was Private Skippy, with a cleaning rod, in the middle of a brief" I leaned back in my seat and laughed

"How very perceptive Colonel Mustard or would you prefer Miss Scarlet" he grinned trying to hold back a laugh, I smiled and put my tail in front of my face and spoke in a Sothern accent

"Why Mister Ivanovo you do boast too much, I'm just a simple Southern girl, Scarlet with do just fine" if I could have I would've fallen out of my seat from laughter but thankfully the seat belt held me in, Doug just turned to me

"Sounds like my ex" he chuckled

"What was her name?" I asked

"Billy Bob" he said and he busted out laughing, I had tears running down my face from laughing so hard, after we stopped laughing he parked the car and we got out and walked up to the front, I was too busy talking to Doug to notice the bouncer as I walked right into him and fell down on my ass. I shook my head and looked up to see an eight foot muscular gorilla in a black shirt, jeans, and steel toed boot. He glared at me as he cracked his knuckles and reached down for me

"And today seemed like things were going to pick up" I said as I felt him grab my shirt and pick me

"Well you we right about the 'pick up' part" the gorilla said as had me off the ground at eye level with him and my feet dangled

"Oh ho the monkey's got jokes" Doug chuckled

"Doug! Don't antagonize...uh...who are you?" I asked, scared out of my wit

"The names Greg" he said as a smile cracked against his stone face, I paused as my mind put the whole puzzle together

"...what?!... No!...God damn it Doug" I shouted as Doug and Greg laughed, Greg set my down and dusted me off

"Sorry dude I had to do it, it never gets old" Greg chuckled as he handed me a pair of sunglasses "you're going to need these"

"Uh why?" I asked

"Because it's rave day here, lots of bright lights and pounding music" Greg said as Doug sighed

"Great" he said in a sarcastic tone "oh well at least drinks are only one dollar"

"One dollar?" I asked

"Yeah...one dollar...why" he asked back as I walked right inside without responding. The inside looked as if it had once a ballroom that housed the most graceful dancers and now houses the most spastic and neurotic dancing I have ever seen, there were lights flashing all sorts of colors and smoke was covering the dance floor. I put my sunglasses on as I noticed the bar and I started to make my way to it but Doug stopped me

"I'm going up stairs to talk the owner...try and take it easy on the drinks, I know you can't die but man you can still get shit faced" he said and let go of my shoulder "now with that knowledge and by the power invested in me I release you into the club"

"Thanks, I think" I said as I walked over and sat down at the bar, I ordered a Crown and Coke , I began to drink but a red fox next to me slammed his glass down and caught my attention, he was wearing Mirrored Aviators, a tan under armor shirt, dark blue jeans, and black & white Converse. He was hunched over with his head on the table and had several glasses next to him

"Are you ok?" I asked him

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm tired of this song though...and the alcohol isn't helping but I guess it doesn't always help" he laughed "and sadly it doesn't make you funny" I chuckled

"Yes sadly it doesn't...what's your name anyways" I asked, he sat up and extended his hand

"Names Kojack, Private First Class Matthias Kojack" he said proudly as I shook his hand

"Nice to meet you Private, I'm former Sergeant J- err Calvin Spencer" I corrected myself, I'm supposed to be dead so I needed to use a different name

"Former...you get fired?" Kojack asked

"No no I retired, I went into stock broking" I said and he nodded in approval

"Nice job dude, I'm here on leave visiting a friend...every since AIT he said he'd take me to a rave and well, here I am" he took another sip of his drink as the song ended "and that my friend is the signal for my friend to join us" he finished his drink "ah and here he is, bar tender may I please get another refill" the bar tender refilled his drink as a white fox approached the bar, he was wearing a plain black shirt with a fishnet top over it, black jeans and black Converse, he had all sorts of glow rings and glow sticks attached to his clothes

"Hey dude" the white fox said "and hello sir, my names Rakai-" before he could go on Kojack interrupted

"I think you mean Specialist Rakai...damn outranking basterd" Kojack took a swig

"Hey look I'm sorry I didn't tell you ok...I forgot" Rakai explained to Kojack

"Oi 'I forgot' isn't an excuse for not telling me, I'm your best fucking friend...and not in a gay way" Kojack said in a quite drunkish tone

"Uh huh" Rakai shook his head "well I suppose the alcohol isn't helping much"

"Oi you none of this talking me down crap, if I'm gonna vent then I'm gonna vent...there now I'm done" Kojack responded as he drank more

"Is he always like this?" I asked Rakai

"Yes but when he's sober he doesn't have a slur when he talks" Rakai sighed

"At least I don't hit on everything that moves when I'm drunk" Kojack pointed at Rakai

"At least I have more fun" Rakai folded his arms

"...touché but at least I'm not dancing like a kid with a seizure out there" Kojack folded his arms to mock Rakai

"At least I can dance" Rakai retorted

"Ok so we're at two for Rakai and none for Kojack, sorry but Rakai wins" I interrupted

"Damn you, it's only because he's white isn't it" Kojack protested

"Yes that's exactly it, I'm racist against red foxes" I replied as Rakai shook his head and laughed

"Ha I knew it, you racist bastard" Kojack pointed at me, I was about to respond when the music suddenly stopped and there was a scream

"Well shit" Koajck chimed in "guess the rave is over"

End Part 2