In fact, I do have some 30mm ammunition," said Justin with a smile, "I'll go down one tenth in price." He showed the Frenchman the bullets all while keeping an eye on the crowd. Since it was evening, the crowd was thinning, yet newcomers were still entering the market. Isaiah had loaded the truck and was talking to a young man. After agreeing on a price with the Frenchman, Justin loaded the rest into the truck and walked over to Isaiah.
"What did he want?" asked Justin.
"He wants to join you," answered Isaiah.
Join me to do what?"
"Raiding, of course, what you do!"
"Oh," mumbled Justin. He supposed that he would let everyone think that. He had made good money. "Let's go see that land."
Justin pulled the Hummer off the road. The market had been paved with stones. Out here, the roads were dirt. However, they were still in Savanah; the builders of the city had enclosed a great amount of land within the city walls. Justin liked that. It struck him a smart defense. Justin and Isaiah walked over to a woman waiting for them.
"Hello," she said, "My name is Ashley." They shook hands.
"My name's Justin Michael."
"It's been a while," said Isaiah.
"Yes, it has," said Ashley, "I'm glad I have the pleasure of selling real-estate to you." She smiled.
The two of them tromped through the trees. Tromped was the only word that came to Justin's mind. He could hear every move they made. Plus, they were slowing him down. Justin was at least thirty yards ahead of them.
"Here we have a very fine spring of fresh water," said Ashley in a very persuasive voice, "This is definitely prime land." She was covered in mud. Justin highly doubted that she considered it prime land. He did consider it prime land, but he wouldn't say so. He wanted to get the lowest price possible for this land.
"It's covered in forest and brush," countered Justin, "It will take a lot of hard work to make this land usable."
"True," she said simply. Obviously, she wanted to continue calling it prime land.
"Well, I think we've seen the land," called Isaiah. Justin had seen the land. Those two hadn't. They started to work their way back to the truck. When they got there, the two of them stood leaning against the Hummer. They were breathing heavily too. Justin stood looking over the area. He liked it. It would be a great place to set up.
The more Justin explored Savanah, the more he realized that this city was all about business. Make money, or die trying. That would do for their motto until someone came up with a better one. However, it wasn't just the people who lived here. If you wanted to make money, this was were you came. Of course, coming here was not a guarantee that you would be successful. Nothing could be further from the truth. In order to "make a killing" you had to kill someone. That meant that some were going to get killed.
In the middle of Savanah stood a colossally sized building of stone. It seemed that the people of Savanah wanted it to be even bigger, for crews of huge men in chains were pulling giant blocks of stone up ramps to the top of the building. Two or three machines, the likes of which Justin had never seen before, were also moving the stones about. Justin walked up to a "police officer" standing at a corner. They were, Isaiah had told him, like soldiers whom the "government" used to keep the peace in Savanah. However, it seemed to Justin that they let a lot of unpeaceful things go on as long as it didn't threaten the "government." Perhaps that was their way of keeping the peace.
"Sir, could you tell me where the Fortress is?" asked Justin. The officer looked at him with unbelieving eyes.
"It that huge thing right there!" he said sarcastically.
"Oh, alright, thank you," Justin said, embarrassed.
Once Justin got there, he realized that there were several stone buildings in the middle of the city. Most of these, he saw, were the government buildings. A few were the "head quarters" of powerful business men. At least that was what an old man in a local saloon had told him. There was a "Court," a "Prison," a "Barracks," and the fortress. Justin climbed the steps of the fortress. Ashley had told him that he had to present his "land title" to the government for him to legally own the real-estate which Ashley had sold him. Just to make sure, Justin had Isaiah hold her hostage while he took the "land title" to the government.
Justin stood still in awe. He looked down the corridor. He looked up the corridor. It seemed to go on forever. He looked up at the ceiling. He had to peer. Far up there he could see it. A young woman wearing a thin flowing robe came up to him with a water pitcher.
"Could you tell me where I should go to present my land title?" he asked her. She did not answer but washed his feet and sprayed him with perfume. Then she quickly left. Two officers joined him at each side, and escorted him to place only they knew where. Finally they stopped in front of a pair of huge wooden doors braced with iron bars. It opened for them and they entered. Inside was a long hall which had, at the end, a marble throne. Carved in the stone walls were seats in which many waited. Justin assumed they were waiting to talk to the man on the throne.
"This is Lord Daigmon," said one officer.
"He is the Lord of Mammon," said the other.
After what seemed like an eternity, another young woman, wearing even less than the last, came up to him.
"My Lord will see you now. Do bow and pay him homage," she said. Justin could tell that was more than just a suggestion. He walked up the long hall and bowed down. He had watched over an hour of these proceedings, so he knew what to expect. He waited and a scepter was extended to him. He got up, walked over to another officer and handed him his title and a bag of coins.
"My Lord, I present this title and tax to ask, if it does please my Lord, that I may legally live within the fair city of Savanah." He cast his eyes to the floor and waited. On the floor was a mural a soldier. Justin knew that was no accident. None who stood before a Lord of this city was to forget their power. After a short deliberation, Lord Daigmon signed Justin's title.
"Justin Michael, I hereby authorize you to live within the city of Savanah and give you this paper which entitles you to the ownership of your land." Justin bowed again, and retreated from the presence of Lord Daigmon.
When Justin got outside of the fortress he saw thousands of soldiers. Soldiers were everywhere. He looked around bewildered. He asked a man dressed in common clothes what was going on.
"It's a parade!" he shouted over the din of the crowd. Justin looked. The soldiers were walking in perfect lines, and seemed to move their legs and arms together. It was the most fascinating thing he had seen yet. Afterwards he realized that it was because of those soldiers that the muties didn't attack Savanah and get away with it. He also realized that the reason the soldiers paraded was to show off the strength of the Council of Lords.
Justin got back to find both Isaiah and Ashley eating chocolate. Justin looked at Isaiah reproachfully, but didn't push it.
"I got it," he announced holding up the title.
"I told you that you would," said Ashley with chocolate in her mouth.
"Whatever," mumbled Justin.