Yayo Short 12: Forests of Money
Some people would say Yayo has a screw loose. Some people would say Yayo has it not all there. Some people would say Yayo is insane.
The truth is, that it is much more complicated than most think. A dark cloud of emotions and irrationality, covering a mountainous landscape of self-doubt and significant mental distress.
Yayo, of course, would never dream of being anything else but her cheerful and obnoxious status quo. A little quivering blob of fancy tastes and bubbly intoxicated egoism.
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"Amazing." thought Yayo, looking at the smoking industrial left-overs of a giant yellow machine. She had never seen anything like it. It looked like a mix between a crane, bulldozer and an excavator. But much more than that, its burnout corpse made it look terrifying.
"Geez, what a huge fucker," gasped Yayo in amazement," is this supposed to be a driving factory?"
A man in a black suit and equally black sunglasses approached from a car that had parked at the highway near the disaster site.
"Are you Yayo?" he asked with a stoic expression.
"Yup," responded Yayo," and who you might be? Agent Smith?"
"My Name is Agent Callahan," he answered," I was personally assigned to brief you of the circumstances of this incident, and maybe be of help to you."
"Uuh, my own secret Agent." the Thought of the Government sending out an Agent to assist Yayo made her happy and blew her already giant ego up.
What followed was a rather extensive briefing on the explosion of the Forrest-Wrecker; a Name which made Yayo giggle and was one of the few times she actually paid attention to what the Agent said. All she cared about was the money.
"How much money do I get?" Yayo bluntly interrupted the Agent without regard for the briefing.
He just put on a slight smile and pulled out a small black purse: "I see you are a woman of action and have a sight on the right things. How about this? 5000$ now, and 5000$ after the arsonist has been caught."
"Make it 6000$ and I also make you a nice chicken soup with mushrooms and peas." The Agent did not quite know how to react to that answer. He instead decided to ignore it and raise his offer to 6000$ anyway.
Yayo gladly accepted the new offer and swiftly grabbed the first 5000$ out of the Agent's hand.
"May I ask a question?" asked Yayo while shoving the 5000$ down her pants.
"Sure." responded Callahan.
"Why was an Agent sent to personally assist me? Don't get me wrong, I love attention. But why specifically me?"
"Well," the Agent fixed his tie," you are not unknown to us. Unusual 'creatures' like you are not a thing of everyday life, you know."
"I see." she wasn't quite buying it, but also did not care enough to further pursue her question, so she let it go.
The Agent put the purse back in his pocket: "Is there anything else? If not, I'll be in touch. Here is my phone number." Callahan handed Yayo a small piece of paper with a number on it.
"Nothing right now," answered Yayo," just please don't kill any more women. This business card is awful."
"What...nevermind." The Agent had been extensively schooled on Yayo and some of her past endeavours. One of the lessons had been on how to ignore Yayo's teases.
With a small shrug the Agent turned around and left how he came.
Just a small Thought flew through Yayo's head concerning this Agent, but it had been quickly dissolved by huge green dollar signs.
"Time to catch some arsonist bugs." she pulled out a rather huge dip net and determinately strutted into the forest.
To be continued...