A figure, with a loud sound, made the reddish door dark. A man was sticking his profile on glass. His hair looked as if it was set with sugar and water.
The man slipped in the door. The ravages to his jacket were found at flank. A large proportion of the cloth was stained with reddish brown that looked like a paint that has dried bubbling. That was why I did not think it was denim at first. He looked so pale as if denim was reflected in his face. I suspected that the shadow under his eye was blood. Although people who sat on sofas discerned the man's strange appearance, they crouched down still, not daring to move or scream.
The man who fell on his face suddenly was sliding on the floor toward my
feet.
"Gee!"
A horrible sensation crawling over my back made me dance in a comical
manner. The man was kicked from behind. The woman in a shaggy bob was wearing
light blue protective gears in her shoulders, elbows, and knees. The contrast
between her thin arms or waist and the bulging gears was suggestive of an ant
or a cafe racer.
The man stood up, turned round toward Cafe racer, and moved his arms up slowly. She was close upon his face. Cafe racer just had grasped the pole of advertising banner before a stand. She grasped the pole again upside down. Using centrifugal force, she swung the pole up, and hit its heavy foundation accelerated to the man's head. The swing chopped the head.
The head flew through the air and fell. The body inclined after the head. The man fell down on the floor again. Blood splash went up and broke to pieces. Each fine ball floated further. Preceding balls waited others until all reached her waist-high. Then the balls fell straight down. I estimated that it was lighter than mercury.
"Terrible," Spine said.
Cafe racer ran back to the door and turned the key.
"What do you think you're doing?" Spine's voice rang out.
"Listen," she spoke aloud towards the whole room. "The area has been
polluted."
"Do you work for the Department of Health?" Spine responded in a relaxed
manner.
"I have never heard of any departments by the name."
"How about blowing mine?" Spine grinned with his indecent voice. Nobody
followed him.
"It is fortunate. I cannot deal with two persons less than zero."
"What did you say?"
Spine made a snatch at Cafe racer when she kept his forehead with the pole.
"I guess you can speak because you got angry."
"There you are!" Aircraft carrier grinned.
