Don Bruns - Stuff to spy for

I d always heard that when you die your entire life passes before you. You see all the people you knew, all of your relatives, alive and dead. In a flash you see your friends from high school and college, and Im pretty sure that would include all of your girlfriends. My mother once told me that you would see all the good things and bad things that youd done with your life, and she warned me that Id better have a bunch of good things to look at.

I dont know if it happens for some people or not. I dont know if they have a flash of that roller coaster at Busch Gardens in the eighth grade, or if they relive that gross wet kiss on the cheek from Aunt Sylvie at Uncle Harolds funeral. Maybe they see the first time they stole from their little sister or lied to their father. Maybe they flash on that moment when a sinkhole almost swallowed them. I cant speak for anyone else.

All I know is, when I died, my life didnt pass in front me.

S arah Crumbly graduated from high school one year behind James and me. She was voted most likely to succeed, and I was one of her fans. Wed gone out a couple of times, to a movie and a burger joint, and I thought she rocked. Cheerleader perfect, with legs that I dreamed about, but since she was an overachiever, I got left by the curb. I always thought about what might have happened with Sarah. And then I found her, about eight years later, and in a matter of days, I realized I was lucky the relationship had never gone any further.

Im Skip Moore, and Im basically an underachiever. I graduated, barely, from college, and Im working for a security company in Carol City, Florida. Carol City is a rundown, poverty stricken urban community that has nothing to secure. So, you can imagine that the prospects are slim.

But the call came in from Synco Systems, and when I showed up there last Tuesday, Sarah met me at the front desk.

Sarah?

My God. Skip?

I stared at her for several seconds. Golden hair cut just under her cute ears and that picture-perfect figure right below her cute face.

Skip, youre my security guy? You?

I am.

This is a surprise. I really should just show you around the building and tell you what were looking for, but Id like to catch up.

And right away, knowing that Em was expecting me for dinner tonight, knowing that Emily and I had worked out an arrangement that we would be somewhat exclusive, knowing that a permanent relationship was what I longed for, knowing that if Em found out she would kill me, I asked Sarah if she would be interested in having dinner.

I would.

Im serious.

She looked me right in the eyes, giving me an impish smile. Skip, so am I.

Damn. If shed even hesitated, I would have remained true, but she didnt. She didnt hesitate a second.

Twenty minutes later shed given me the rough layout. Id followed her around like a puppy dog, her short skirt swishing over her perfect thighs, the high, shiny black heels highlighting her balancing act. And Id tried to pay attention to business. The company wanted us to tear out their old security system and put a state-of-the-art system in place.

One of our newest clients is demanding that we upgrade our security system. Thats why youre here.

Well, youve got a smart client. I had to agree with anyone who was putting a paycheck in my pocket.

This client has something to do with the U.S. government, but Im not sure exactly what.

Obviously, Sarah wasnt in on everything regarding the company.

Synco Systems-she was emphatic that it was pronounced Sin-co, not Sink-o-was a software company that designed protection systems for computer networks. It seems that every time someone developed a protection system for business networks, somebody else found a way to hack into that system. So it seemed to Sarah, and to me, that Synco Systems was in no danger of going out of business any time soon.

And, it seemed that way to my roommate and best friend, James.

Skip, thats what Im talking about. We were sitting on the tiny slab of stained concrete that passed for a patio behind our pitiful apartment. James swallowed a mouthful of beer and waved his brown bottle in the air. Man, thats textbook smarts. Start a company that can never become obsolete. I mean, somebody hacks your system-well, you have to design a new system. And you know theyll hack that system eventually. And the next, and the next. So you just keep coming up with new systems, and you never, ever go out of business.

Id seen it with my own eyes. Pretty technical stuff, James. If they buy our security system for their building, itll be the biggest sale Ive ever made. Maybe the biggest sale in this part of the state. Seriously. And she thinks the demand is coming from someone associated with the United States government. So Id say the odds are pretty good we get the job.

James lit a cigarette and blew a stream of yellow smoke across the way to the row of stucco gray apartments about fifteen feet from ours. It was a lovely view. We stared into their back bedroom windows and they could stare into ours. We got to see their overfilled garbage cans and they got to see ours. And to the right was a muddy ditch, about eight units down. I often told people we had a water view. We didnt exactly live in squalor. I think squalor was a few steps up from how we lived.

Wed be tearing out the old system and installing a bunch of stations and there would be motion detectors, sound sensors, door and window monitors, a camera monitor at minimum.

How much, Skip?

How much is it going to cost them?

Yeah.

Well, Im going to do an estimate on the number of sensors that wed install, then Michael-

Michael the ass?

The same. My boss. Hell come out and check my work, and-

An estimate, son. Give this boy a bone. How much?

Tearing out the old system, installation of our new one, plus the first year of the contract, seventy-five thousand dollars.

James took another swallow and belched. And you get how much of that, amigo?

I didnt have any figuring to do. Id pretty much been thinking about it since two oclock in the afternoon. Pretty much been considering it for four solid hours. Pretty much spending it for the last three. That was after Id gotten over the shock of realizing this could actually happen. A little over eleven thousand dollars.

Almost half of what you made all of last year, pard. Am I right?

You are.

Truck only cost twelve thousand.

James was speaking of his $12,000 investment in a used box truck. Wed gone into the moving business with that truck and almost gotten ourselves killed. Then, wed turned the truck into a small kitchen, selling food to the believers at a salvation crusade put on by the Reverend Preston Cashdollar. And again, wed almost gotten ourselves killed. He was talking about that truck. What are you getting at, James?

Not getting at anything, brother. Just noting. If we ever decided to get a fleet of trucks, you could almost-

No.

Im just saying-

He is always saying. No box truck. Maybe retire one of the college loans, pay the one-month back rent we still owed, and maybe buy a case of imported beer. The cheap stuff wed been buying at Gas and Grocery, the rickety little carryout we go to in Carol City, was starting to get a little rank.

Skip, I want you to think about it. We always talked about a fleet of trucks and-

You talked about a fleet of trucks, James.

He threw up his hands. Okay, amigo. But dont discount it.

James, I dont have the sale yet. Synco Systems is interested. Thats all there is at this moment.

Are they shopping it around?

There was the rub. If they were just getting quotes, Id actually have to sell. Id have to go through the script book and make an argument for my company. Thats when my job became tedious.