Chapter Eleven
Mick responded to the knock on his door by opening his phone and looking at the surveillance camera to see who was there. To his total lack of surprise, it was The Executioner.
Opening the door, Mick told him to come in and help himself to the strange Indonesian-style fusion burritos that he was experimenting with.
The Executioner reluctantly sat down and was served a burrito of unknown content.
“I’m going to the airport. I have to head up to Canada for a short business trip,” said The Executioner, now looking at his half-eaten burrito. “It sucks...but, uh…”
“The burrito?”
“No. Canada does. But yeah, also your burrito.”
“Not a fan of Canada?” asked Mick, clearly not offended by the slight against his burrito creation.
“I have no problem with their foreign policy or how they’ve made it hard for Americans to visit – I understand their reasons for that. If they let down their guard they would be swarming with cockroaches in no time at all. But it’s just that Canadians are so smug and smarmy.”
“Don’t worry, they’re a lot better in real life. They just suck on the internet,” countered Mick.
“Who doesn’t suck on the internet?”
“Yeah, good point. That’s not untrue,” admitted Mick. “But aside from dealing with Canadians, aren’t you worried about anarchists or Blue Team up there?”
“In Canada?”
“Yeah, I have no idea about what countries are anarchist nests and what countries are anarchist-free. I’ve never had to think about that before, but it should be an occupational hazard for you.”
“Well, I did some research on that – and not much else,” admitted The Executioner. “Basically, neither the Insurrectionary Anarchists nor Blue Team have ever done an operation there. I guess Canada still has an effective internal security regime. We should probably outsource our law enforcement to them.”
“Maybe there are no anarchist operations in Canada because they are OK with the Canadian government?” guessed Mick.
“The anarchists aren’t OK with anybody…including themselves.”
“Maybe they only want to visit warm countries? Ones with beaches?”
“Nah. You’re thinking of Blue Team,” said The Executioner. “They have to go to those countries because those are the ones that runners mostly head for. If you’re a debtor that’s going to run away to another country, you might as well make it a warm one.”
“I can’t argue with that.”
“So, yeah…I need to wrap up some loose ends in Canada and then swing through Los Angeles. I need to sort out my situation with my current boss there. After that…I don’t know. I’m, uh…, I don’t know yet where I’ll go. I’m not going to base myself in Indonesia for a while. I should probably take a break from this place for a bit,” The Executioner said as he shrugged. “But what about you? You seem to like Indonesia. Just keep in mind that if you want to work with me, you’ll have to stick to somewhere in Southeast Asia. No pressure yet, but you’ll need to give me an answer soon on whether or not you want the job.”
“I’ll give living here a try. I’ve had enough travel for a while. I guess I’ll stick around and figure out which city I want to live in. And I’ll have an answer for you soon,” said Mick. “Where are you planning on going, to base yourself?”
“I’m not sure yet where I want to go,” said The Executioner.
The Executioner knew exactly where he wanted to go. He had already decided on Vietnam.
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