Day 014
“You think you can fix it up?”
Davis stood with his eyebrow raised, both hands shoved into his pocket. The sky outside his mother’s little house was beginning to darken, the sun sinking. Pinks and purples and oranges of sunset were waning to nothing but dull black.
“What did you manage to do with it?”
Davis had a brother named Marcus. Marcus was made to a be car-tech boy. Amazing at anything that involved engines and pistons and other things that Davis had no idea about. Only seventeen and still in high school, he was Davis’s mechanic.
“I didn’t do anything, it’s just making this noise…” Davis shrugged. “You know I don’t know a thing about the noises this machine makes.”
“You only know about the noises your computer makes,” Marcus said with a hint of a sly-smile on his lips. “Amateur.”
“Don’t even start.”
Marcus looked a little like Davis, mostly in the face. His nose was slightly wider and his hair was thicker, more curly, wore big and blown out in a cloud of dark brown corkscrews. He had the same set of lips, moisture perfect and slightly swollen.
“It’s cool. I have a friend who is looking for a copy of one of your older demos, if you can get me that, then, I can fix this up for free.”
“Are you trying to scam me?”
Marcus lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “Depends on what you think is a scam. I’ll sell it to this guy, you’re right, but it’s nothing to you to make a copy of some old bit of music you put out. Plus, you’ll be doing your family a favor…”
“You are scamming it.” Davis laughed. He couldn’t believe it. As a kid on the very hovering edge of gangs and gang life, organized crime and the music dance scene he knew a game when he saw it being played.
“But you love this bike and you’d love to get it fixed.” Marcus pointed to the motorcycle. It was making odd noises. Noises he didn’t understand. And it often came down to trade with Marcus, the way it came down to trade with a lot of people who had certain abilities like him.
“I want it done by the weekend.”
“I need the demo by tomorrow. BDL201. You still have that?”
Rolling his eyes, Davis nodded. “I do.”
“Tomorrow then. You can borrow the scooter til then.”
With a groan, Davis turned towards the garage. Underneath a mess of mechanics and tools sat a really old scooter.
“That was mine you know.”
“Yeah,” Marc said. “Which is why I am letting you borrow it.”