Skullduggery

So this morning I needed to stay at the apartment to take delivery of the Neulasta, this cool chemical injection that supercharges Orion's bone marrow into producing white blood cells as if there is no tomorrow. Trouble is the insurance company does not want to pay for it. They think, "hey we have been rubbing two sticks together and praying for the last 3 billion years and that has worked fine". Our doctor's insist and the evil corporation relents but stipulates that the doctors can't get it, I have to. In perfect silliness the doctors tell me that once I can score the Neulasta, they will keep it "safe" for me in their refrigerator. Does this sound fishy to you? Wait.

This morning, remember this morning? I hear a tap at my window just as the sun chases away the last of the cold night. There is a guy below me on the street and he is throwing pebbles or brick chips at my window. I go down and step onto the street. He is gone. I turn back toward the door and I hear a shhhipp, just like a birder calling a dickey bird in. I look and just there in the shadow of our building, a step or two down an alley, is the guy. He is dressed in black, a scarf pulled up around his face. He beckons me over and beneath his coat pulls out the azure blue syringe of Neulasta. I give him $250 dollars in cash and he turns on his heel and walks quickly away. Back upstairs I get an email from the pharmacy showing that I have paid and that they will be billing the insurance company for another $3300.

Orion soldiers on.