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So Jackman is to play role of Blackbeard in a new take on Peter Pan 
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Nokia Lumia 920 and 820 release in India tomorrow, Lumia 620 in Feb.
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How can i do battery problem for the Nokia Lumia 800... Please let me know?
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He is so out of touch with reality its not even fathomable. What a self righteous prick!
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Opening to a sci-fi type story I'm working on called Diamond Casebooks...See what you think.


Centura City, Earth Colony Four, Sempra.


I relax back in my swivel chair looking out the window; it is pouring down, the rain rattling the windowpane; a miserable torrential downpour that hadn’t relented for days. Even the air in the office is damp and cold, the heating giving up the ghost a few days back. Looking up past the rooftop of the drab brown building opposite that houses the Centura loan centre, even more ominous depressing black clouds roll across the heavens.

It is late Friday afternoon and I am still at my desk with a pile of case records to file. Paperwork was never my forte, and my secretary, Della, had she still been with me would have finished them days ago and neatly filed away. Unfortunately for me circumstances dictated that she sought other employment; not that I could fault her, after all business being what it is I hadn’t deposited any credits into her account for several months. Della and I parted on a friendly basis, but that had left me stuck with a gaping hole in the business that I couldn’t afford to fill.

Swinging my seat round from the window, I reached up to the percolator to pour another coffee.

“Damn, Cold!”

Unwilling to fill the percolator I slipped a tabac between my lips, and placed my feet up on the corner of my desk. Flicking my lighter, I light the tabac and exhaled a thick cloud of blue tinged smoke. Tobacco had been abolished for social reasons way back when, as the miracle cure for all known types of cancer had been discovered on some far off planet numerous years ago. The tabac had become a reasonable substitute, and one that had no health side affects.

The office is a mess; the filing cabinet is in urgent need of repair, layers of dust have settled on the top. The couch in the corner has rips in the material, and lately has been more of a bed for me than seating for clients. My computer sits in the other corner and is about the most modern thing in the office, and even that is years old. A fine pale blue web clings from the top of the windowsill to the nearby corner; the grey Trago bug, a species similar to the earthly spider, and just as damn ugly, sits in the webs centre chewing on a Clayfly.

God I wish I’d never heard of the damn Syndicate.

The blue cloud begins to dissipate; I looked through the smoke to see the glass-paned door with the words DIAMOND INVESTIGATIONS in reverse, through which I could just make out the outline of someone of large stature approaching. As the door handle turns, I drop my feet back to the floor.
“Hello Diamond,” came a gruff greeting.

My heart sinks; standing in the doorframe, and much to my annoyance is the bulk of Opas Holburn. A man whose reputation within the corporate sector is shady to say the least. Holburn, known to most as the Caretaker, oversees all the underhanded dealings of the Manso Syndicate, a corporate body that rules virtually everything on Sempra.

Holburn makes sure there is no official involvement by the authorities when anything goes wrong with Syndicate plans. It is believed he has several high placed officials in his pocket. He’s a guy with little compassion for those who dare to cross his bosses, a guy who can frost glass with one icy stare; but more importantly, though unfortunately, one of my paying clients.

I’d done business with the Syndicate on a couple of occasions, they pay well for results, but often those results cost more than is bargained for, and I’d sworn never again. I ground the stub of the tabac into the ashtray.

“What ya want Holburn?” I didn’t really want to know the answer.

Holburn’s large frame crosses to my desk in three large strides, and fully blocks my view of the door.

“I have a small task for you,” he grates through yellowing teeth.

“Sorry, not interested!” I reply as I swing back round to face the percolator.
Holburn’s deep grating voice breathed on my neck as he leant over the desk and almost whispered.

“I don’t see anyone else offering gainful employment. You’d better pull yourself together Diamond or you may end up in a most uncomfortable position!”

Turning back to face him, Holburn straightens and gives me one of his cold icy stares. Of course he is right, since working for the Manso Syndicate all other prospective clients steered clear; it’s like I’d been marked in some unseen way, like I’d contracted a deadly plague; either that or I stink to high heaven.

The results of this means my credits have virtually dried up and my sky-surfer has been repossessed, which meant I was force to use Sempra’ public transportation system. So far, I’d lost two wallets, a blaster, three surveillance modules, and to top it all, some stinking low-life had snatched my licence shield.

_If I ever get hold of_… I reminisced; something quickly dragged me back to reality, Holburn’s loud gob.

“This is Apri; she’ll be working closely with you on this venture.”

Holburn shifts to one side revealing the doorway behind him; standing in the doorframe is a dame; a woman dressed in an extremely snug fitting one-piece cream suit that hugs and defines a slender curvy figure; a figure could easily melt the hardened resolve of the most unscrupulous criminal.

“Put your tongue away Diamond, she’s not for you!” Holburn grunted.

I blink, realising I’d been staring at Apri with my jaws agape. Her sapphire locks cascaded down her amply exposed cleavage and frames a face of rare beauty with aquamarine eyes and full crimson lips. She sauntered into the office with a walk that could melt butter.

“How do you do Mister Diamond?” she asks with a sultry tone while reaching out with her delicate hand.

Eagerly I jump to my feet and gently grip her hand, and instantly withdraw it realising Apri is not what she appears to be; a knowing grin spreads across Holburn’s normally bland face.

“My compliments on your astute powers of recognition.”

Up yours, is my first thought, but I answer.

“No way Holburn, I’m not having any Syndicate android in tow and that’s final!”
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Here's some more if you wish...

Devil City, Japora.

What a shit hole, is my first thought; I now remember how much I dislike the place.

Devil City; I’d forgotten what a dive it is; it hadn’t quite managed to drag itself into the thirty-seventh century, many of its buildings are crudely constructed of wood and sandstone blocks. Its road structure is not much more than pressed mud tracks; it’s like the place is caught in an earthly time warp dating back to Earths early twentieth century. Yet the natives of Japora have been given every opportunity and aid to grasp the latest fashion and technology, but somewhere along the line it had been greatly misplaced.

Devil City; aptly named for you wouldn’t find a more corrupt den of deviants in this system. Over the years, and probably a large lack of interest by those in power, it has become a haven for those who operate beyond civilised boundaries and the law; oh it has an enforcement regime, a regime that would act when it felt the need too, but usually turns a blind eye as long as those who run the regime receive their usual backhanded remuneration.

Apri gently nudges my arm bringing my mind wondering to an abrupt end; reality slaps me full in the face when the ugliest taxi driver I’ve ever seen brings his taxi, a shell encased carriage drawn by a large green six legged mammal called a Boubor, to a skidding halt in front of us. The ugly driver leans forward, eyes Apri’s exposed bosom with lustful eyes and grumbles.

“Hmm, where too?”

I quickly toss our gear atop the shell as Apri climbs aboard then slid in beside her; the driver rips his eyes from her bosom and grips the reigns.

“Take us to the cheapest hostelry you know.” I ordered.

The Boubor rears its long neck and screeches as the driver slaps his whip on its shoulders. “Move it ya damn snail or I’ll slice ya friggin tongue out for me supper!”

The Boubor snarls at him, the carriage lurches as it set off.
The ride didn’t take too long and I for one was grateful, Apri and I were tossed and jostled as the carriage slid along the potholed track; all the time the driver cussed loudly at the Boubor and used his whip without compassion.

Arriving at our destination, Apri took care of acquiring us shelter by using her corporate identity card while I argue with the driver over his extortionate fee.

“The fee’s friggin forty credits and that’s final! Pay up or I’ll have the friggin snail rip ya head off!” he threatens.

“You’ll get twenty and be thankful, or I might have your licence revoked for over charging!” I parry.

“Tell ya what, deal me a piece of that sexy tart and ya have a deal; I sure bet she’d give a guy a damn good time!” he winks and drools.

The drooling grin almost makes me puke; the thought of any woman wanting or even willing to touch this pig turns my stomach. I chuck twenty credits in his face and finger my blaster into view.

“Get out’a here or I’ll shove ya so far up the Boubor’s arse you’ll need him to shit you back out!”

The driver eyes my blaster, spits on the ground by my feet, whips the Boubor and drives off shouting obscenities my way as I turn and enter the hostelry.

Stowing the gear in our dowdy but liveable apartment, and mentally admonishing myself for not realising Apri held a corporate card.
Why the hell didn’t I just get her to book us into somewhere more upmarket? The corporation could easily afford an expense account.

We decided it was time to get a bite to eat, well I’d get a bite, Apri doesn’t need any sustenance, and besides it is too late in the night to traipse after Fizz and Hackar. It’d be far better making a fresh start in daylight after I’d eaten and slept. To my surprise Apri didn’t question the decision, which I was glad of because there’s nothing more annoying than having to argue the toss with a damn stubborn sinthoid.

Dawn broke and Apri was jostling me to get up; quickly I got dressed, downed a cold coffee and we set out heading for a dive I used to frequent in my misspent youth. The sun is high and beaming as we entered the cities market area, which is already in full flow; sellers constantly jostled for our attention offering discounts for an array of wares.

Here in the marketplace one can purchase almost anything one desires, from star-ship spares, and subspace engines to exotic food and clothing, illegal weaponry, rent girls, boys or tri-sexuals whatever your preference. I never did understand the tri-sexual thing, each to their own though, I guess; the universe is filled with a diversity I will never fully comprehend. Anything you wanted could be located with a little time and effort and the right connections; we continued onward to where we wanted to be.

Fazool’s Canteen, Devil City.
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Author of Space Brigade, a science fiction novel available on Amazon, also author of the Tale from the Catacombs eBook
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