Necropolis: Chapter I Part V Flashback cont...
The thunder of sudden pain in his other arm awakens Nero. A needle is being inserted into his vein, a face hovers to his right and then the left. Here and now floods back to him, on the ledge of a huge towering tomb. These images come to him as an old film projector in flashes and pauses. Faces above him float, like balloons, looking down at him from where he had fallen. Lucky, he feels it could have been worse; he could not have had this ledge to catch him. In his cold hand, he starts to feel his trusty walking com-unit he hopes that’s a good sign. And his call to a backup was made in time or he would be dead. Suddenly there is a burst of wind, heat, and the hum of a Heli-cron, a wasp-like helicopter, without spinning rotors, developed for rescue in huge cities where the copter blades would have been dangerous. It was very futuristic and he cannot help but be amazed by them even in his current state. Worried faces buzz around him, checking his vital signs and pep-talking him back to life. Vaguely he wonders how he got there until he recognized one of them as Sergeant Blacksmith… he was talking to him about today’s lineup of cases he had to investigate. No… he is talking to the rescue paramedics. No… he was asking about the cases lined up for today. Nothing serious, of course, just jilted lovers and housewives in the local housing complexes wanting to have their cheating husbands either arrested or watched or maybe silenced Nero chuckles to himself softly. Most of it was the norm if there was a norm for a city of the dead.< /Looking over the files, Sgt. David “The House” Blacksmith slams Neo in the back cheerfully, and takes his hand in one smooth jester. The 6’10” African with the smooth skin of light coffee and cream greets him with a warm welcome to the force. Nero thanks him and tosses the case files and work roster on his desk. House shakes his hand with a powerful grip and in a mild-mannered voice tells him not to work too hard. Nero responds with “Sure” and “I’ll try my hardest not to.” The big man laughs heartily and comments about the wives and their husbands they want to be investigated or shot. Nero laughs at this as “The House” moves on to take care of an urgent phone call. Settling into his desk, he triggers the central data system. The data scrolls languidly across the screen.
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