The Osita Cycle: Part Eight
October 1, 1998 (Jefe)
"Chapter 8 - The Betrayal"
Night fell quickly on Tango 69. One second the sun was up - and then it was down. Just like that. The realization that the night had come made Erika shudder. The appointment with Vito loomed, and here she was drunk as an eel in a pool of Nighthawk Malt Liquor. She should never have told the management that today was her birthday - for they'd been peppering her with margaritas since her shift ended. Erika's boasts about "drinking you all under the table" had not proven such a wise idea - for though she was good to her word and finished off most of the malnourished Bolivians rather easily, the high altitude (and perhaps the coca leaves) were making her decidedly
unbalanced.
"I'm so dizzy!" she chortled as she fell off the barstool.
"Ha Ha Dizzy Rubia! We have a joke about her in our country!" joked the greasy Bolivian at the next stool. He laughed uproariously at his "joke" - but he laughed alone - for there was a commotion at the entrance-way. Two dark figures waited there for silence - and silence is what they got.
"Hand the woman over to me!" announced the sombrely dressed Vito, now looking like a cross between Zorro and El Gran Rey de la Noche. Speaking of "El Gran Rey" - he now stood proudly at Vito's side - smiling at his every word and elbowing the odd civilian in the gut for getting too close to his master.
Erika searched into Roger's eyes trying to figure out what was going on - Was Roger improvising an impressive new angle? Had he really gone over to the dark side? And where did he find that smashing hat? - but Roger simply looked the other way as Vito began to speak.
"I know who you are, Erika Cordes - and I know why you are here. My friend here has told me everything. I can read the concern on your face - but do not worry, Erika Cordes, for you will see your profesora very soon - in fact you might say that you will be spending a lot of time together from now on. Moo-ha-ha! Seize her!"
Roger looked around - and realized that Vito was ordering him into action. Being a burly man who knew what the inside of a gym looked like (unlike his slender master), Roger had no trouble subduing the uncooperative Rubia. He had more trouble subduing her mouth - for Erika began to ask unwelcome questions.
"Why? Roger? Why?"
"You never gave me an even break, Rubia! You callously stabbed my heart with your Surrey jokes when I was most vulnerable! Under my brave facade, I was but a wounded child! But no more. Vito has shown me the way. He has taught me how to treat women. You show them who is boss and let come what may! I am a fool for not concluding this long ago! And we have plans. Glorious plans. Oh the fun we will have! Together we will rule Bolivia - and then the world!"
"But you're only his henchman - you don't even rule your own affairs!"
"Too true - but that is only for now, simple Rubia, for as soon as I master the subjunctive I will be able to communicate my plans to the masses. Then it'll be time for the long knives. Adios Vito - Hola Rojito!"
"But where are Jefe and Laurie?"
"Oh - they've been taken care of - there's a little Incan Maze buried under Vito's castle - I'm sure that Vito's guards have led them there even now. The walls are painted in a sinister shade of yellow that is guaranteed to drive a man mad. Their fate is sealed! Come Rubia - my master waits!"
"You can't do this! I won't allow it!"
"Oh but don't you see - you have no choice, Rubia! You belong to Vito now. Moo-ha-ha!"
---
END OF PART EIGHT
(Part Nine - "The Triumph of Salvador" will be ready tomorrow!)
"Chapter 8 - The Betrayal"
Night fell quickly on Tango 69. One second the sun was up - and then it was down. Just like that. The realization that the night had come made Erika shudder. The appointment with Vito loomed, and here she was drunk as an eel in a pool of Nighthawk Malt Liquor. She should never have told the management that today was her birthday - for they'd been peppering her with margaritas since her shift ended. Erika's boasts about "drinking you all under the table" had not proven such a wise idea - for though she was good to her word and finished off most of the malnourished Bolivians rather easily, the high altitude (and perhaps the coca leaves) were making her decidedly
unbalanced.
"I'm so dizzy!" she chortled as she fell off the barstool.
"Ha Ha Dizzy Rubia! We have a joke about her in our country!" joked the greasy Bolivian at the next stool. He laughed uproariously at his "joke" - but he laughed alone - for there was a commotion at the entrance-way. Two dark figures waited there for silence - and silence is what they got.
"Hand the woman over to me!" announced the sombrely dressed Vito, now looking like a cross between Zorro and El Gran Rey de la Noche. Speaking of "El Gran Rey" - he now stood proudly at Vito's side - smiling at his every word and elbowing the odd civilian in the gut for getting too close to his master.
Erika searched into Roger's eyes trying to figure out what was going on - Was Roger improvising an impressive new angle? Had he really gone over to the dark side? And where did he find that smashing hat? - but Roger simply looked the other way as Vito began to speak.
"I know who you are, Erika Cordes - and I know why you are here. My friend here has told me everything. I can read the concern on your face - but do not worry, Erika Cordes, for you will see your profesora very soon - in fact you might say that you will be spending a lot of time together from now on. Moo-ha-ha! Seize her!"
Roger looked around - and realized that Vito was ordering him into action. Being a burly man who knew what the inside of a gym looked like (unlike his slender master), Roger had no trouble subduing the uncooperative Rubia. He had more trouble subduing her mouth - for Erika began to ask unwelcome questions.
"Why? Roger? Why?"
"You never gave me an even break, Rubia! You callously stabbed my heart with your Surrey jokes when I was most vulnerable! Under my brave facade, I was but a wounded child! But no more. Vito has shown me the way. He has taught me how to treat women. You show them who is boss and let come what may! I am a fool for not concluding this long ago! And we have plans. Glorious plans. Oh the fun we will have! Together we will rule Bolivia - and then the world!"
"But you're only his henchman - you don't even rule your own affairs!"
"Too true - but that is only for now, simple Rubia, for as soon as I master the subjunctive I will be able to communicate my plans to the masses. Then it'll be time for the long knives. Adios Vito - Hola Rojito!"
"But where are Jefe and Laurie?"
"Oh - they've been taken care of - there's a little Incan Maze buried under Vito's castle - I'm sure that Vito's guards have led them there even now. The walls are painted in a sinister shade of yellow that is guaranteed to drive a man mad. Their fate is sealed! Come Rubia - my master waits!"
"You can't do this! I won't allow it!"
"Oh but don't you see - you have no choice, Rubia! You belong to Vito now. Moo-ha-ha!"
---
END OF PART EIGHT
(Part Nine - "The Triumph of Salvador" will be ready tomorrow!)
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