Isa had not been out on her bike since before the holidays. She had no particular destination in mind. The moon was full. The air was crisp. She just wanted to clear her head.  She recounts the events of her week. She stops at a stand to pick up a pack of chewing game. While waiting in line she spotted am man glaring into one of the shops windows. He was asking questions but nobody else was around. Isa pays for her gum and takes one last look at this man. If she did not know any better, she'd swear this guy was interviewing himself. She hops back on her bike thinking that is Kuku. 

A few blocks into her ride she runs into a man screaming he is looking for work. He even knows my name. He tells me he has been in town for nine days and decided today would be the day to seek work. He looked as dirty as a used Spoon. He tells me I look like I could use a spark in life. Not impressed Isa resumes her ride.

Her mind is now focused on the drama her crew informed her about when she got back to the quarters. As flattering as it is to learn about a crush on me, and who it was quite disturbing.     

Just last week his relative was killed for playing with dynamite at the wrong place and time. His cousin comes along and since many behaviors are genetic Isa gave the man work under one condition. He must not leave Vegas. It was going well until he told Isa he was leaving Vegas. In a stern voice he was told not to leave. He defied Isa and left for Detroit. To learn some nut barked wrongdoing by holding the man in Vegas. Isa thinks that full moon is talking. 

Then there was a non-reporter at my door wanting to interview me over this thug. He was well diverse and polite. And wearing a large set of balls asking me about family business. I told the man nobody interviews me.  

Isa's next thoughts went directly to lessons learned.

She hops back on her bike thinking that is Kuku. 

You thought Kuku was a bicycle?

Are you recruiting?

Isa was on her way back to the quarters feeling invigorating. If it were not for SassyPeach having the parts for her bike she would be without this magnificent means of exercise. Suddenly an idea came to mind. When she reached her headquarters, she would ask Guy if he would paint the word Sassy on her bike. This will be a tribute to SassyPeach. Maybe we could start up a business selling Sassy bikes. It does have a nice ring to it and it would be the first of this kind. 

Mercury heard her Boss telling a story in the streets. It had something to do with recent actions of a nutjob who had a crush on her. Mercury wanted to end this little pissant's life. He had told enough lies about Isabella. Her Boss had no interest in this scumbag and his antics were deplorable. 

While conducting business in Detroit, Mercury found herself in front of a man who was supposed to be in Las Vegas. She found a phone and called the HQ. When they connected her, she told Isabella about this rogue associate and gave her his location. In no time, he was shot down on the streets. Before mercury could have a word with Isabella, she was gone. Next time, Mercury thought.

Mercury had completed her business in Detroit and was heading home with a load of cash on her. It was well more than the airlines allowed you to carry. Mercury put the bulk of it in her carry-on luggage. As she approached the inspector, Mercury slipped them a 50. She was ushered through without an incident. Mercury caught her flight back to Las Vegas without an incident.   

Once Mercury got back to the headquarters she sought Isabella. She had a few words with her.

Sorry about that Boss. I know you thought you could help that guy but he was a buffoon. I hope we don't see his relatives coming for employment, Mercury said.

It is alright Mercury. You did right letting me know, Isabella said.  Did you hear that clown yelling about Kuku? He clearly didn't know what he was talking about. That WAS Kuku. Now his blood colors the streets of Detroit too!, Isabella said.   

No, I didn't hear him. Good thing too. I would have shot him myself, said Mercury. I am going to rest. If you need me just send someone. See you later Boss, Mercury said. Mercury handed her carry-on bag full of cash to her Boss.

Mercury slightly bowed to her Boss and went to her room heading for that long earned rest.

Polio puts in plenty of miles walking the streets on a weekly basis but has wondered whether he should get a bike himself. Time is money and money is time after all.

After seeing Isa wizzing about on her bike, was it time to invest in one or just take one from someone!

Polio heard some howls as he looked up to the moon, so he started barking! 

wuff wuff

The big dog carried on for 5 minutes until the night went silent

Isa was pleased at all who took the time to listen to her trials and tribulations of the week. She listened very carefully to their responses. Every voice mattered to her whether in agreement or not. And thus far the small crowd agreed and related.

The term kuku stuck in her mind. I would have to say that term came into play when I was told to fuck off. That was pretty damn Kuku of them. As a matter of fact, I would have been kuku had I not handled it accordingly. 

Isa hops on her bike and awaits the response from her onlookers.