Amy Dallon

I leaned back into the couch, and let the vibrations slowly massage my problems away. The power in our neighborhood was back. Was it because of nepotism? Don't know and don't care, right now I'm enjoying a spiced Orange Juice and having every ache and pain massaged away. Honestly, sometimes I would fall asleep in this chair, just letting every bit of the day before vanish. I had earned this chair, it's made with real goddamned leather. It cost me 3 thousand dollars it's the cozzia 16200 shiatsu massage chair by Lazy boy, built right after the Cozzia company and brand of massage chairs was aquired by Lazy boy.

There were a total of 30 thousand of these models created before they were replaced by the less expensive 16300, an inferior brand that used fake leather, had inferior motors and wouldn't get that one spot in the middle back just right like the 16200 would. I'm told the only other person who owns one in town is Lung, and rumor has it that one of his demands to step down was to get his chair back. Some people say that the reason why he tried to kill the Undersiders was because one of hellhounds dogs crapped in his chair, and honestly if that's true? Well the man has my sympathies.

I still hate his guts for the whole slavery thing but the chair did nothing to deserve it, beat the shit out of the man all you want but leave the chair alone.

"Amy?"

I looked up at my sister.

"Is it a medical emergency?"

She shook her head.

"Is New Wave being called in to deal with a disaster?"

"Um no?"

"What time is it Vicky?"

I pointed to the clock.

"Really? You're going to do this?"

"We had a deal, you wanted all those cosmetic improvements? This is the price, now what time is it?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Chair time."

"Yes Chair time, that glorious time from 10pm to 11pm every Thursday, that time before Friday where the junkies get their paychecks and overdose, that time before the weekend where the younger bangers test out there new toys on each other and get innocent people hurt. That time between Monday where there is a spike in suicide attempts that I have to deal with. That magical time of the week were the hospital has the least amount of work and I have the fewest family obligations."

Come on Cozzia I have a knot right at the shoulder blade it's been bugging me for days oh, oh there it goes.

"I need help with my home work."

"Call Crystal, she's in college she has done it before."

"She's busy."

"Mom."

"Doing some legal stuff."

"Dad."

"Dad's um..."

I looked at her and scowled.

"How much stuff are we talking about?"

"This one last math problem here."

I looked at it and sighed.

"No."

"But..."

"No, because one problem ends up becoming another problem, and another problem and I already did my math homework."

"So I can um?"

"The teacher has me do the odd problems in the booklet and you the even ones because they figured it out. Seriously there are 15 questions."

"But they're so ha-"

"Bullshit."

She frowned and-

"Anti master bracelet."

I pointed at my rose bracelet on my arm.

"Look, we both know you're smart enough to do this on your own and-"

"I will help you find the Undersiders and get them back, a Thinker owes me a favor."

I turned off my chair and smiled at my sister.

"You're not lying to me are you?"

"No, I kept him from being flattened, during the fight he said he owed me one, calls himsel Finder. He works for the Orlando branch of the PRT, his ability is to find things. He can find their base we could totally trash it, get payback and- "

"Bring me the math homework, I'm in."

I smiled evilly.

"Its time for these assholes to learn a lesson."