“So what’s the verdict,
Samson?” I asked after giving him a few moments to check the
body.
“There
is evidence of wear and poor maintenance throughout his frame. Both
point to him having ‘been around for a while’.”
Samson replied.
“Can he be repaired?”
“In
theory, yes he can be but I am no specialist in this field and his
model is unfamiliar to me.” he informed me and I felt
the tears well up in my eyes.
“Isn’t there
anything we can do for him?” I asked.
“There
is but we have neither the time nor the resources right now to help
him.” Samson told me gently. “We
need to go.”
“We can’t just leave
him here. What if somebody finds him before we come back? We at least
need a place to hide him until then.” I replied as I started
looking around.
“A
logical assumption. Scanning for possible hiding places. . . . .”
Samson told me. I watched as a dumpster and the flat roof of a nearby
building were highlighted. “Places
found. I leave the decision up to you of where you want him.”
I debated for a couple of moments before deciding on the roof. We
scooped Old Nig’s body up in our arms and carried him over to the
building before slinging him over a shoulder and climbing up the
building’s side to its roof. It had a low, knee high wall going
around the roof’s edge with gaps at the bottom to let water drain
from it. We laid him down next to it to make it harder for any one
from the surrounding building to see him. We were in the business
section of town so most of the places were closed at this time of
night but you never know and we didn’t know when we would be back.
I made a mental promise to myself that we would be before turning and
jumping down.
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