It is the first morning of a new year and a federation guard stands infront of the bank. The bank wall features prominent graffiti and lurid posters.
He is new here. He is married and he is new and he is thinking about his lovely wife and dreaming about their house.
He is distracted.
An old woman dodders into the panel. She is non-descript except for a red scarf that is flimsy protection against the perennial winter. She carries a cane and a bag. That peculiar old people scent precedes her.
The guard sees her and thinks of his wife's frail little granny and rushes to help him.
As he approaches her, the old woman reacts with surprising agility. She draws a handgun from her bag.
The guard is shot through the right eye.
He falls down dead.
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At the same time, inside the bank.
"A brain is little worth without tongue." That is what Blessing Tom's grandfather used to say.
Blessing Tom loved his grandfather and he listens to his grandfather. Which is why, he ripped out the tongue of the one guard inside. Blessing Tom is not a violent man as such but he just loves blood.
So, what is going on inside is this. The West Island Hawaiians are robbing the bank. They are inside and they have no idea that Mama Redcap and her crew are outside. The Hawaiians want money but Mama Redcap wants something else.
The key to the stone. The only real power left in this boulevard of corruption.
The Hawaiians grab the money and Blessing Tom shoots the moaning guard and they all step out. Mama Redcap smiles at them and all the Boris-es open fire. With tranq darts.
The Hawaiians will most probably wake up in one of the Western Island's rust bucket workshops that are used by the Redcap crew for torture and such. If the captured don't die by torture, they die by tetanus. Plus, the rent is low.
Two rent-a-cops dead for a stone. For some that is a bloodbath.
For Mama Redcap, it is Monday, January the First.
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