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Dark Future I



Demon Download



Jack Yeovil




Part One: Slim's Gas 'n' B-B-Q
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I

"Just what kinda ack-cent is that you got there, mister?" asked the gasman as he jacked into Duroc's
car. He wore a baseball cap with the team logo obscured by oil, and had a name-tag on his
multiply-holed bib-overalls. Slim Pickens. Whoever nicknamed him Slim was about thirty years out of
date. His belly wobbled under denim like a double pregnancy.

"French," Duroc said, gritting his teem. The pain in his side was almost intolerable, but he kept it to
himself. A few hours ago, the numbness had worn off, and now he felt as if he were driving around with a
flat-bladed knife between his ribs.

The demon needed to be bathed in blood at all times.

"My name is Roger Duroc." The man might as well know. He was going to die soon, and the name
would not mean anything to him.

"Ro-jay, huh? You from N'Orleans way? Lou-easy-on-Anna?"

"Non.Paris,France ."

"Yurrup, huh?" said Slim, exposing mainly rotten teeth in an approximate grin. "I mighta guessed frum the
way you got yer hand in yer jacket like that there Napoleone Boney-party feller on the teevee. You
Frenchy fellers must sure like yusselves to go round grabbin' yer own titties all the time. We don't git
many folks from Yurrup in these parts, nossir, not never. Japs 'casionally, but never no Yurrup-peens."

Under his black coat, Duroc pressed the pad to his wound. The demon was stirring, restless, and the