them last. "
Spyder weighed the chair in his hands, knowing the moment to hit someone had passed. When he set the chair down, the middle banker put the knife back in his belt.
"You cant have her," said Spyder. "But from what she told me, you dont care about that. You just want a payment, right?"
"Accounts must be balanced. This is our burden," said the one on the right.
"Any will do, if given freely?" said the one on the left.
Spyder nodded, still trying to parse their odd, sing-song speech. "Then take something from me. "
"Shut up, Spyder!" shouted Lulu.
The middle banker said, "You owe us nothing. If we took from you, we would be in your debt?"
"No. Youd leave Lulu alone, so wed be even. "
"This is possible. "
"And you said this was for the future, so you wouldnt need anything from me right now…??" Spyder asked.
"Correct. "
"Okay then. Its a deal. Ill see you down the fucking road. The door is that way. Use it. "
"There is no deal yet," said the middle banker. He stepped forward and grabbed Spyders arm with shocking speed and strength. With his knife the banker cut a symbol into the underside of Spyders left wrist. "Now we have a deal. " He smiled at Spyder. The flesh the banker wore didnt quite synch with his muscles, so the smile came in stages. First the facial muscles worked, then the teeth appeared, then the outside flesh stretched into something a schizophrenic might call a smile. "So that you will not forget? And no one else can claim you. "
Spyder had been tattooed, pierced and had a ritual scar on his chest, but nothing hed ever don
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