"FWLS29" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Chrissy," the girl replied, shaking hands with the boy. A
bit of unknown stain was exchanged in the process.

"Didn't they give you any training?" Jobe asked. "You know,
the usual? Customer support, buyer satisfaction, small arms,
wilderness survival?"

"Well... no."

"Humph. Cost cutting," Jobe humphed. "In my day, they'd
have you out in the woods with nothing but a knife and a compass
a good fifty days before today. The lucky ones that came back
were usually hardened enough to handy the Holiday Shopping
Nightmare. It's times like these that really try a man's soul...
so how about some yogurt?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, it looks like most of the battle is moving down to
the audio/video department. We could always go to the Frozen
Yogurt And/Or Croissant Shoppe on the lower level and wait it
out. Unless they burned it down like they did last year."

"Is it safe?"

"Sure," Jobe lied. "Here, I've got a few bullet proof vests
and some kevlar under the counter. Just a stroll in the park. I
doubt anybody's planning on legitimately purchasing anything, so
there's no need for us to hang around."

"Surely SOMEONE has called the police!" Chrissy exclaimed.
"I mean, this, this is MADNESS!"

"Oh, the police are here," the clerk said. "See? There's
Officer Wiggins beating up that working mother to get the Manly
Morphing Energy Cowboys Action Playset. Boy, it's the last one
left. I wonder if he brought his nightstick to defend it."

*

Jobe casually walked around the gunfights and beatings with
a whistle and a smile, as he and his frazzled companion waltzed
on in their sturdy armor. Chrissy counted at least six different
local POW laws being broken just walking down the east wing of
the mall.

"WHERE'S THAT DIRECTORY?" Jobe shouted. "IS THE YOGURT
SHOPPE ON THE FIRST OR SECOND FLOOR? I KEEP FORGETTING."

"WHAT?"