The Musashi Flex
The Musashi Flex
“Azul caught a boxcar for the drop from the orbital station, and that was just as dull. Half an hour later, she breezed through the checkpoint, courtesy of her priority alpha visa stamp. The ID was as real as anybody’s, given its source, but under a different name with a thick, fake background. She smiled as the clerk saw the shimmering hologram appear over his cube reader, watched him raise an eyebrow. They called it DFWM, the stamp. What that meant was, “Don’t Fuck With Me,” and they didn’t give it to you unless you had mondo clout, big stads in your wallet, or high Confederation connections. Sometimes all three. A small perk, and she enjoyed it. Not that she had any such desire, but if she wanted to smuggle sunstones or psycho-erotic drugs, she could, because no customs agent in his or her right mind would dare stop somebody with the stamp. Whoever you were, you had to be important to rate it, and fucking with important people could easily cost you your job. Or worse.
Hey, have a gr...eat day, Citizen, and enjoy your trip!MoreLess
Hey, have a gr...eat day, Citizen, and enjoy your trip!MoreLess
Guest 4 years ago
Having read Steve Perry's "The Man Who Never Missed" and immensely enjoyed it, it was gratifying to find the origins of the 96 steps of the art of Sumito.That they originated from a lifelong journey to reach the summit of martial arts prowess in the Musashi Flex, and then only through a moment of relampago to make it all come together, seems fitting.
An enjoyable read and an excellent precursor to the author's Matador series which I thoroughly recommend
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