Chapter 3

At some point I grew tired of staring out that lone window brooding about Grifter's End and I decided to listen to some music. I selected a USB drive at random and plugged it into the designated slot on the radio. Unfortunately my ears were assaulted by cosmo-jazz.

This was a genre that had sprung up on Earth about 15 years ago. It combined Jazz with Electronica. I like both those genres by themselves but I detested the marriage of the two. I had friends back in the day who hated dubstep which is all but extinct by now; this assault on my ears made me understand that disdain better. Music through a blender is what they'd called it and I now felt the same way about cosmo-jazz!

I yanked the drive from the radio and cast it off like so much refuse. With a groan I decided to call it a night. As I tossed and turned the mystery of the gun in the supply box was an angry pekingese nipping at the ankles of my mind and barking its phantasmal lungs out!

Who had put the weapon there and why? I fell asleep staring at it on my side table.