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Tokyo Tourist

Having just returned from my fifth trip to Tokyo, I think I’m finally comfortable offering some tips, tricks and a short-list of fun sights to see. This is by no means a comprehensive list. It’s just enough to facilitate your basic mobility needs and your curiosity. I’ll start with the airport.

Narita

Tokyo Travel StickerTerminal One at Narita International Airport is part airport, part train station, and part shopping mall. Your other international hubs have cute stores and all, but how many choices of kitch and foodstuffs and ramen shops can you find? Chances are you won’t find half as many as you do at Narita. The trick is that you have to hit both sides of T1 if you want to catch ‘em all. Unfortunately you’ll be locked into one or the other, depending on your airline. Worry not, wayward traveler, you win on either side.

Downtown

I’m still searching for the best way to get to downtown Tokyo from the airport. Right now I’m getting a full-fare ticket on the Narita Express (NEX) on the JR East railway. Unfortunately you have to pay cash, about 3,000 yen, if you want to use the automated machines. Your western credit cards won’t work in them. If all you’ve got is your Visa, you’ll have to wait in line and get it from an agent. If it’s your first time in JP, you might want to do that anyway. Some of the machine jibber jabber can be a bit confusing for a non-native, even when you set the language to English.

Getting a ticket to Shibuya will put you into one of the central transit hubs in Tokyo. Almost all the commuter trains run though the big station. If you’ve packed light you might consider popping your head above ground to check out the famous Shibuya crossing. You know that big 3-way intersection that they show in movie clips, the one where masses of Japanese humanity all cross the street at once? That’s Shibuya. Go grab a Starbucks and head to the second floor of the cafe for the best view.

From Shibuya you can grab a train to your hotel. Google maps is your friend and will tell you which line and stop. The commuter train stops are not only named in English, they also have numbers. Just be sure you’re heading in the right direction.

A note about rush hour – it’s as packed as you’ve heard and often times there are agents squeezing every last passenger onto the trains. Be mindful of the big pink stickers on train car windows. They indicate that those cars are for women only during rush hour. Japanese commuter trains, with their squeezy-tight manifests, can leave ample opportunity for the rare, gross gropy man to cop a feel. It’s a problem. There’s the solution – pink cars.

Tending Left

Japanese tend to the left. What I mean is that if you approach a person head-on while walking on the sidewalk, they will generally pitch to the left to make way. And they expect you to do the same. This runs contrast to what we do in the US. We tend to the right. The tendency makes sense when you realize that they also drive on the left. With the hyper-organized nature of the Japanese, however, this cultural phenomenon shows up, visually, everywhere. When you walk around train stations there are often arrows on the ground indicating how traffic should flow. In rare cases there are even passing lanes on pedestrian paths. Of course, you pass slower traffic by cruising around to the right.

The left-ness also appears on escalators where you’re encouraged to stand on the left, so that climbers can move past you on the right. After spending enough time in Japan you might find yourself tending left in the US. We have far fewer pedestrian instructions guiding our walkers so you’ll have to remind yourself from time to time to tend right.

Smoking Indoors

Even at the dinner table, there might be smoking. Be ready for that. In many American cities and states you can’t smoke in public places anymore. Heck, you can’t even smoke in the parks in L.A. In Japan they’re still working toward that. Some places restrict it, others don’t.

The Yen ¥

One Yen in Japanese currency is roughly equivalent to on US Penny. This makes for an easy mental process when calculating the price of whatever fun trinket or plate of sushi you’re picking out. Just add a decimal point in the appropriate place and you’ve got dollars and cents. Of course, they won’t accept US dollars. They do take plastic at most places, however, even if they may not often be familiar with our antiquated print & sign routine. Be sure to ask to sign if your merchant forgets. You’re doing them a big favor when they forget. The Japanese don’t like failing in matters of protocol.

Tokyo Favorites

Of course I have a few favorite places in Tokyo. It’s a massive International city, so I won’t have a comprehensive list of sights, but I think I’ve got a good set of fun destinations.

Shibuya


It’s more than just a giant crosswalk. Beyond the excellent people-watching, it’s an amazing shopping destination with wonderful stores in every direction. From an over-priced, Bathing Ape t-shirt shop, to a tiny, hole-in-the-wall sushi bar, you can find nearly anything there.

  • Starbucks – As I stated above, having an espresso or latté here is a treat because you get the best view of the Shibuya crossing.
  • Cigar Bar – This place doesn’t have an English name, so far as I can tell. You’ll just have to search for “cigar bar” on google maps and find, ル・コネスール 渋谷店 It’s a great place to enjoy a little smoke and a nice sip of whisky or beer.
  • Kiddy Land toy store – Multiple floors of odd little toys from all over Japan are collected here. You’ll also get popular, hard-to-find toys from the Star Wars universe.
  • Tower Records – A dinosaur by Western standards, this music store still shines with 5 floors of music from Japan and around the world. The prices are a bit steep so you might opt to browse and discover, but not buy.
  • Meiji Shrine – With a little walk you can make your way through Harijuku to find the Meiji Shrine. The expansive grounds offer a taste of the outdoors in the midst of city. It’s a favorite spot for wedding photos as well.

Shinjuku

The very top attraction in Shinjuku, in my opinion, is Robot Restaurant. It’s an awesome, tongue-in-cheek showcase of Japanese culture. Giant indoor floats parade around the center of an intimate theater. Highly choreographed robots, dragons, drums, guitars, dancers and acrobats flit or slog around to loosely scripted stories straight out of manga comics. It’s the Tokyo equivalent to Chicago’s Blue Man Group. My advice – grab a meal before or after the show. All reports indicate that the food is not the main attraction here.

Be advised, Shinjuku is also the red-light district of the city. While a robot show most certainly is family friendly, some of the other attractions in the area might not be. That being said, there are still mostly G and PG rated sites to see. The district is also home to a quaint Samurai museum, wonderful temples, more shopping, more ramen, and more sushi than you can shake a sword at.

The Fish Market (Tsukiji)

Perched on the docks is the Tokyo Fish Market. If you show up early, and I mean before sunrise early, you can watch the throwers. Seattle’s tossers look like tossers when you consider the mass of fish they move every morning from ship to shore in Tokyo. Here you can get the freshest sushi you’ll ever have, for breakfast! You won’t regret it.

You can also pick up some of the finest kitchen knives in the world at one of several shops within the market. Pick your steel, pick your size, and get them engraved if you can. Reminder – you’ll need to check those blades at the airport. Plan accordingly.

Update – Tsukiji fish market will be closing on October 6th, 2018. A new market will open to replace it in Toyosu on October 11th.

Roppongi

Tokyo’s higher, high-end of town is Roppongi. Here your beer will maybe cost an extra Yen and you might actually catch them detailing the sidewalks with a toothbrush… no, not really. All of Tokyo sidewalks are impeccably cleaned, with toothbrushes. One of my favorite sites near Roppongi is the Tokyo Imperial Palace. Technically it’s in the Chiyoda province… but close enough! If you’re a runner, it’s a great distraction to include in your jog. You can run all the way around it on a path, which keeps you away from traffic.

In addition to the fortifications, Roppongi also offers world-class fine dining from chefs like Joel Robuchon and many more. Just be ready for the prices. I didn’t actually jump at Joel’s place, I’m more than fulfilled on sushi delivered by conveyor belt or little boat on the lazy sushi river.

Tokyo Retrospective

Smile, because they’ll smile. Be nice, because they’ll be nice. If there’s one thing about the people of Japan it’s that they are incredibly nice. Smiling is in their nature when they interact with you, and each other. Follow the rules. They may not remind you to follow them, but follow them. They all follow the rules. In a city with millions and millions, the rules are there so things run smoothly, so people don’t annoy each other and everyone can just get along.

Switzerland

Stepping off the plane, I couldn’t help but notice that Basel airport bears a striking similarity to many rural, American airports. There are few gates, limited services, and only the essential airport staff. This might not be your point of entry, but if it is know that you’re not actually in Switzerland just yet. You’re in France.

Basel airport, if you didn’t guess by the name, services the Swiss city of Basel primarily, but at some point the lords of the air decided that it should be located outside the bounds of Europe’s favorite neutral country.

Catching a cab might be difficult here, and there’s no train to the city to speak of. I found a taxi sign sitting atop a weathered Tesla S-series sedan. Sadly, no driver was in sight. That was okay, I had my Lyft app – but they don’t. It was another dead end. Thankfully Uber had penetrated the market, and while I’d prefer not to use their service due to the reported corporate culture, I was out of alternatives.

Switzerland and the EU

Switzerland flag flanked by bicyclesSwitzerland is the first European country I’ve visited that went mostly untouched by the second world war. I say mostly because there several Allied bombings of Switzerland. One notable incident hit Schaffhausen. Stories are mixed. At the time the Allies cited bad weather that threw the bombers off course and confused the navigators. Others say it became a target when it started producing arms for the Axis. It almost makes me want to put “neutral” in quotes, and there I just did.

In any case, those days are long in the past and we’re all good friends now. Existing treaties do not make the country part of the EU, but they do keep up with most of the laws. Read more

Hope

To complete the illusion of dropping off the prisoners somewhere near the cauldren they returned in the late evening, and flew in from the west. Night flying was something that Angel generally avoided, but he had managed to coax his onboard radar to life for the short, circuitous flight from the airport to the city.

She was quiet during the flight and just enjoyed the darkness in the air. It was a new experience being up in the machine at night. With no light coming from anywhere it was like floating in nothingness, an almost nonexistence experience. She tried to let the day fall away, to meditate in a way. It was a welcome escape from the conflicting feelings that were to come.

The hum of the engines filled her body and clouded her mind with white noise. She breathed. Bumps and shudders buffeted their journey and served to reset her thoughts when they started to wander. With her desires sated earlier that day, she had nothing but peace on the flight to the city.

* * *

Landing was also tricky without an illuminated pad to drop down on. Once down he festidiously brushed down the booms and checked over his machine as he always did. The new bird had a couple of extra filters and the fluid lines were less stock than his previous machine. He had to borrow a lot of parts to get this one up in the air, so things were odd. It worked fine, and in fact had greater range than his old one. Still, he missed the old bird. It had served him well, as it served everyone in his life now.

Hope, still quiet, went on ahead to the bar. The idea of walking in with Angel gave her a weird sensation that she wasn’t entirely clear about. Side by side with this man, this brother that she just bedded not a few hours ago brought on some sort of guilt or thought of an obviousness that would be apparent to everyone looking on. They wouldn’t know, of course, but did they suspect, had they always? She didn’t know, and didn’t want to enter the room alongside him. They were not together, they shouldn’t be seen as such.

She wondered about him anyway, on the walk to the building. If they were together, would that be normal, could she be normal, was there a point to being normal in the afterworld? She felt as though she was more useful the way she was, a passionate killer. Briefly she was disgusted with herself as she thought about executing the men that day, but that feeling was quickly subdued with the strange, erotic tingle that had accompanied the event. Her thoughts shifted to the sex with Angel and how complete it made her feel.

Making a deal with herself, she decided that she was going to stop killing, stop fucking, just stop. It was just too weird. Celibacy, this, she decided, was her normal. She would work in the garden, or the hospital, training herself to gain pleasure from those things. Maybe it wouldn’t bring her the same joy, but she wouldn’t have to think about being looked at in that way that made her think they knew. She wouldn’t have to live thinking she was a freak who gets off on killing. The message in the sand, that wasn’t just a message to The Dragon. It was something she was trying to tell herself. NO MORE.

* * *

Jim and Cindy were waiting at a table off to the side when Hope entered the bar. She was met with cheers and applaus that she begrudgingly accepted. These people, they didn’t know what happened, they didn’t know she had defied their orders and her mother’s wishes. The accolades only served to bombard her with guilt and she sulked over to the table to get out of the spotlight.

Her hands were shaking a little. Jim settled one of them with his and said, “Hey, thank you for carrying out their sentence. You don’t have to think about it anymore. It’s done.” Jim had no doubt that she had killed the men, but chose his words in an effort to maintain the appearance that she had simply sent them into exile.

Hope now wished she had waited for Angel so that he could deflect some of the attention away from her. The odd sensation of walking in with him would have been miles better than standing alone before her mother with a monumental lie buried deep in the pit of her stomach. Maybe he would have pulled out the asshole version of himself and taken the brunt of the attention that she felt now centered on her from every corner of the bar. Most of the women would have nothing but praise for her having killed those men, but she still felt their stares as if they knew the truth, but were still angry that she betrayed her own mother. It was compounded by the guilt of taking such pleasure in the act. Was she out of control? Did her bloodlust drive her to kill them, or was it enough that it was the logical thing to do. Both sides of her were aligned to do it, but to take such pleasure made the lie all the more horrific.

“Thank you, Jim. I was the logical choice,” she said with a little quiver in her voice. “Do you actually serve drinks here?” She wondered if a real drink would settle her nerves and conflicted emotions.

“Of course!” Jim laughed, and went to the bar to fetch a bottle.

Hope couldn’t bring herself to look at her mother. She stared down at her hands on the table, not knowing what to say, if anything.

Cindy wasn’t sure how to let her daughter off the hook. She knew that her wishes were not carried out, but she also knew that Hope did the right thing, the logical thing, the best thing she could have done for everyone, including her. In a way, Hope was the one who let her mother off the hook. She did her the greatest favor, letting her maintain her principles.

“Daughter,” Cindy said, “you will always be that to me. I will love you no matter what,” and smiled. She placed her hands over Hope’s.

“Mother, I –” Hope couldn’t think of anything to say. Her stomach was full of conflict.

“You don’t have to think about it anymore, like Jim said. It’s all done, they’re gone.”

In her mind Hope went back to flying in the darkened sky to recapture anything of that peace that she could. Her mother’s words hadn’t yet struck her, but the tone was enough to settle her a little. She breathed a deep breath and closed her eyes, nodding as she exhaled having subconciously heard her mother’s intent.

Jim returned with a bottle of bourbon and four shot glasses. “I assume the other kid is showing up soon,” he said.

“He was polishing his bird when I left him,” Hope blushed, not intending to make a euphemism wiht her attempt to lighten her own mood. Her body warmed rapidly as her thoughts reached back to the hangar and she feared that her mother could somehow read her mind. Her heart sank.

She tried to grin it off to her mother and Jim and just when she had the sense of her regained composure, the man himself walked through the door. Cheers and applause greeted him, just as they had greeted her. He gave a modest nod toward the crowd of women gathered around the bar and made his way directly to the table.

“What did I miss?” He asked.

“Nothing yet,” Jim said, not really wanting to rehash any of the conversation to that point. Hope was grateful for that.

He poured out four glasses of unmodified Louisville bourbon, grabbed one and raised it into the air just below eye level. Taking a deep breath, he paused to search for the words.

“You three,” he stopped again and choked up.

Hope was grateful that the attention was off of her, however, she could see that Jim was really struck by something he was trying to say. She grabbed her glass and raised it up to meet his. Angel and Cindy did the same.

Jim’s eyes welled up with tears.

Cindy stepped in to finish Jim’s thought for him, “To family.”

* * *

The End

Cindy

She was religous about her oath to do no harm. And even though in her heart she knew that the four prisoners should be killed, she couldn’t bring herself to say it, to cast a vote to make it happen. It was, perhaps, the greatest conflict of her life. She wished she didn’t feel compelled to be on the panel. No vote would need come from her to condemn the four killers. Her heart might have been able to rest easier. She could have condemned the ones who passed judgement on them.

Jim knew she wouldn’t do it. The rest of them, the 10 women, had clarity. Some had a bit of training in medicine, none went to school for it, none had the ethics drilled into their head year after year, nor had any of them sought out the sort of spiritual guidance that would lead them to a place of compassion for the prisoners. In their eyes these men were unsalvagable, unsaveable, and undesirable. There was nothing redeeming about them. Their deaths would be a great favor to humanity.

Each man was brought in an interrogated. Everyone surprised at how cooperative they were, giving consistent details of The Dragon location, numbers, organizational structure, practices and strategy. Gasps stretched across the row of 12 seats upon hearing about the efficient cannibalism they practiced, about the celebrations of first kills, of the torture that took place on their journey across the desert. How could such creatures live alongside each other, and commit such acts to those around them. The culture of killing was astounding. They had pride in it as they spoke, which made the lie of their reform obvious. Not even Cindy allowed herself to be fooled by their attempt at deception. They are efficient killers, but terrible liars.

It was after the interviews that many women on the panel expressed an appreciation for Hope. Her killing spree greatly simplified the situation, giving them only four prisoners to deal with, instead of 11. They thought it a shame that she wasn’t allowed to finish the job, but then they thought she might take care of it with a unanimous vote comdemning the men.

That vote never came. Had Cindy stood alone in her counter opinion she might have been even more hated than Hope had been. They would talk in whispers about her, and shoot daggers from their eyes when they caught her in glances. But she wasn’t alone in her dissent. Jim joined her, and not because he felt as she did. He joined her to figuratively stand by her side and champion her cause, and make sure that he could bear the brunt of any hatred. Jim was, after all, the grandfather of their salvation. That, coupled with his boisterous nature and Santa-like belly laugh made him a very hard man to hate. He would absorb and difuse their anger, allowing Cindy to stay true to her philosophy without suffering undue punishment.

* * *

With Hope chosen to ensure that the prisoners were transported safely, Cindy was on edge. She rationalized her agitation by blaming an unfounded fear for Hope’s well-being, guiding her imagination to play out scenarios where the men somehow get free in the helicopter and kill her adopted daughter. This was a lie. She knew that Hope could be trusted to do what was right for the safety and well-being of everyone, and that was to kill these men. Without a doubt, Cindy knew their fate was sealed, but she couldn’t bring herself to think about it. Hope was going to serve the greater good, and Cindy knew she was doing the right thing, but she couldn’t accept that it was being done. She couldn’t bring herself to agree with it when the day came anymore than she could agree with it when she was on the panel. She bit her tongue and let it happen, doing whatever it took to bury her certainty.

Jim pretended to be oblivious, but he knew better too. He visited Cindy on the hospital floor as Angel and Hope were lifting off. They watched the flying machine head west with the sun at its back, each knowing full-well that once it was out of sight the four prisoners inside were as good as dead. He held her hand, as a husband would that of his wife, watching their children head out into the world to become adults, make adult decions, and defy their parents.

She didn’t cry, and she wasn’t disappointed. It was the right thing, but a thing she couldn’t be part of. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against Jim’s arm as the tiny spec of the helicopter finally vanished into the bleak sky.

Angel

This was probably the middle of his journy. It contrasted Jim’s, which was likely ending soon. Even thought he was physically able, he couldn’t defeat the years forever. Angel figured Jim had a few more years left before some critical part of his body gave out, whether it be his heart, liver or, god forbid, his mind. Jim already had some crazy, wild-assed ideas, Angel couldn’t imagine what kind of shit a legitimately crazy Jim would throw out.

He’d grown to trust Jim, and to make the building, and the bar, part of what he considered home. This place wasn’t an outpost where he traded goods for other goods, this was where he set down to relax when he wasn’t flying, this was a place worth flying for.

It was tricky for Angel to trade in water with other outposts. Keeping his source a secret was paramount so he never routed his runs the same. He wanted people to think he was just picking up water for other goods along the way. At the same time, per Jim’s intentions, he wanted to get the water out there to people that needed it. Jim envisioned that someday one of the nearby wells would fill up again and that would signal to everyone that the world was recovering a little bit. The idea would be that the masses, or what was left of them, wouldn’t experience the sense of desperation. They’d be less likely to ransack any one source of available water because other nearby sources would be easier, safer to attain. Once water was at least regionally everywhere the people would grow powerful again, eventually becoming strong enough to take on The Dragon, and certainly strong enough to dissuade their recruits.

Of course, defeating The Dragon was not paramount. There have always been, and will always be those who yearn for the end times, for civilation to fall completely and for humanity to become extinct. They think the world would be better off without the silly, little species with the big brains. To them, humans were not doing their job of tending the garden that was mother earth. Instead they raped it, and spread across the planet like a scourge, a tenacious animal that kills and eats and destroys everything it touches. Humans knew they were doing this and were powerless to stop themselves. Like an addict they made up games to justify their destructive habit, making money being the best of them. With money the humans amplified their devouring by enrolling more humans in the process. They either paid humans to devour, or collected money from humans to make the devouring more efficient. If there was one thing that humans loved to praise themselves for, it was devouring at scale. They even had competitions to see which group of them could devour more, faster.

The Dragon was born of the antithesis of the devouring. They survived, thrived in scarcity, and destroyed the wasted humans too blind to see the ill of their ways. On Tynon had put enough thought into their purpose to fully understand it, but he conveyed enough to his subordinates to enroll them in the mission. Even Tynon’s predecessors didn’t quite see it. They came close. With Tynon at the healm there was the definitive purpose of the beast that devoured men for the sake of the planet.

Angel never quite bought into Tynon’s bullshit completely, and Tynon knew it. He saw the skeptic in the pilot and stopped trying to sway him over. Why he never killed him was simply a practical matter – no one else had a helicopter and those things can come in handy from time to time. Tynon saw a future opporutnity where the flying machine could further his agenda in some large, magnificient way. Unfortunately for him, he never got to follow through on that vision. Exiling the women was as much service as he saw from Angel, and even that ended poorly in part. Even in its failing, however, Tynon managed to figure out a way to have it serve him. It brought his men together around a common enemy, one who had killed fellow members. In a way, it actaully ended perfectly for Tynon because all the doubters, the critics, the ones who liked the old way of The Dragon were now silent. They couldn’t speak against Tynon or the mission for fear of being called a traitor to their fallen comrades.

For the Dragon a living Angel was probably more useful than a dead one. He was always out there, driving the hunt, pushing them to go further, kill more, take down more of humanity. If anyone doubted the mission to end humanity, they could lean on the secondary mission to find Angel instead. It was more straight forward and would, given the nature of the way The Dragon do business, accomplish the primary mission anyway.

Of course, they would try to catch him, and they would definitely kill him when they did. It’s quite a miracle that he didn’t die that night after the crash. Had Hope and Cindy been with them, altogehter they would have died at once. If Tynon needed a living Angel, he could just suppress the information until he found a new enemy to keep himself in power and keep The Dragon on task. Angel, Hope and Cindy were just filling that role for him and there was nothing they could do about it save for destroying The Dragon completely, or perhaps just killing Tynon.

* * *

Hope and Angel finally realized that they were very likeminded. Both had dealt with The Dragon, rather than trying to confront them head on. Hope maneuvered herself to become a concubine with the leader at the time. It was the path of least discomfort in the state of captivity shared by every other woman who had been taken by them. In a similar way, Angel had cut a deal with The Dragon to be left alone in exchange for providing occassional courier services. They didn’t kill him, or break his stuff. He knew what they did, but had not the power to stop it. The best he could do was to cut a deal that kept him flying and alive.

Together they were survivors and with Jacko’s attack they watched each other survive in dramatic fashion. Their bitterness toward each other turned into a mutual respect and trust, and something more. With their simple, basic desires well understood they began to anticipate each others’ thoughts and actions. They didn’t even need to exchange winks and nods. It was truly unspoken.

So when the day came to exile the four prisoners, their orders were to take them as far west as possible, to the edge of the cauldron if they could find an outpost that far out. The plains between Chicago and the cauldren were barren and, by all accounts impossible to cross — unless you have a helicopter. Angel was to have loaded up with extra fuel to make the journey. With the bird fully loaded with the four prisoners and Hope in the copilot seat he set an initial course to the west. Once they lost sight of all but the sliver of light carving into the sky, the laser light’s plasma shield, he rerouted eastward, toward Buffalo. Hope said nothing, she knew the plan already, even without talking about it in advance.

The extra bodies would flesh out parts of the message that, on some level, were a little blurry being spelled out with only 17 dead Dragon. The E in particular benefited greatly from another human figure. That’s where they landed, just off the E. They discussed the details breifly, but then went to work on the first man.

Angel’s soldier’s discipline kicked in the moment he grabbed Zeb’s arm. There was no talking, just doing. He was off the helicopter and into the sand. Angel paused to shut the door. They dragged him away from the bird so as not to have a pile of bodies to drag subsequent men over. Angel removed the gag before the hood, it’s easier to remove the gag when the victim is not tempted to look around. Also, once the hood came off the victim generally would get the sense that they were about to die and start to panic. He only let Zeb look for a few seconds, just long enough to let his eyes adjust and for the terror to set in at the sight of 17 dead Dragon strewn out across the sand. Angel knew Hope wanted to see their faces when she killed them, she wanted it to be intimate. This didn’t bother Angel, in fact by the second man, Badger, he started to get a little charge out of her pleasure.

She was corrupting him, if taking joy out of killing an enemy could be considered a corrupt attribute. He wasn’t doing the stabbing, and the pleasure he got from it was not a direct result of the killing, but rather of her pleasure. No attempts were made to reconcile his feelings on the matter, he didn’t care to analyze it, to see if it was right or wrong. It was bringing some joy and satisfaction and that was something he hadn’t experienced with a woman in many years. There was no romance to accompany the sensation, it was more like — lust, and not necessarily for her, just for her pleasure. Where he became complicite was when he wanted more.

With the next man, Weed, he let him look around a bit longer. His horror intensified Hope’s expression and amplified everything. Angel’s breaths grew heavy and his muscles tensed with each hole she put into Weed’s body. He held him up as long as he could, and she stabbed until he passed out, falling to the sand in a heap.

Clip was to be the perfected execution. He was their new leader and should have felt the greatest terror and horror at what had happened to his men and was about to happen to him. Like Weed, Angel forced him to look around. He did not respond like the other men, though. Instead he seemed to accept his fate. So Angel pointed his head toward his own belly so that he would have to watch Hope let the blood out one hole at a time. He just nodded at her. She hated it, there was no joy in killing this man. He practically wanted to die. Enraged, she gutted him and the sight of his innards exploding out of his belly brought her back to where she wanted to be. She sighed and smiled with satisfaction, and Angel followed suit.

* * *

They were both fully charged when they got the view of their work from the sky. The cockpit was thick with their electricity. With time to kill, figuratively this time, Angel flew them back to his new hanger. Once again without words, they acted on their mutual instincts and were fucking in the back of the bird before the blades had stopped spinning. There was no kissing, there was no romance. They didn’t feel romantic toward each other, in fact they felt as close as siblings, perhaps twins even. The connection was nearly psychic and with every grind and thrust they relived kill after kill. Hope with her stabbing, gutting, pounding of deadening meat, and Angel taking exquisit pleasure in her passion for it.

Her body quivered over and over again as he fulfilled the contract of each of her kills. After she reached her capacity for him, she grabbed him by the throat, pressing his head against the metal floor of his machine, and ground on top of him until she had finished him.

Breathing grew easy with her laying on top of him, their bodies still coupled. They would lay for hours together, holding each other until their limbs grew sore from the stillness. The pleasure fulfilled her bloodlust for the time, and his satisfaction and being a part of her climax squelched any feeling of guilt that might have tried to emerge. They were, in that moment, utterly satisfied and complete.