Ministry Fiction Irritant #008

Orbs of Concern

Ernie and Mel at the Automat. Cigarettes and pie. A handful of coins.

“The what?” said Mel.

“Orbs,” said Ernie. “Three spheres. Dull white. They’re containers.”

“What’s in ’em?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Listen—”

“Dad.”

“It’s best you don’t know,” said Ernie. “You worry about the orbs. They got GPS tracking. Big headache. That’s why they use them.”

“I’ll just open the orbs and leave them behind.”

“You don’t know how.”

“You just tell me,” said Mel.

“We don’t know how.”

“I’m supposed to kill the signal without—”

“That why I came to you, kid.”