SNOW CRASH
a little straighter, adjusting their ties, shooting their cuffs. Jason wants to climb out of his bullet-pocked Oldsmobile to show proper respect to whoever this guy is, but he can’t get the door open because a big guard is standing right there, using the roof as a mirror.
All too quickly, he’s there.
“Is this him?” he says to a guard.
The guard looks at Jason for a couple of seconds, as though he can’t quite believe it, then looks at the important man in the black suit and nods.
The man in the black suit nods back, tugs on his cuffs a little bit, squints around him for a few moments, looking at the snipers up on the roofs, -looking everywhere but at Jason. Then he steps forward one pace. One of his eyes is made of glass and doesn’t point in the same direction as the other one. Jason thinks he’s looking elsewhere. But he’s looking at Jason with his good eye. Or maybe he isn’t. Jason can’t tell which eye is the real one. He shudders and stiffens like a puppy in a deep freeze.
“Jason Breckinridge,” the man says.
“The Iron Pumper,” Jason reminds him.
“Shut up. For the rest of this conversation, you don’t say anything. When I tell you what you did wrong, you don’t say you’re sorry, because I already know you’re sorry. And when you drive outta here alive, you don’t thank me for being alive. And you don’t even say good-bye to me,”
Jason nods,
“I don’t even want you to nod, that’s how much you annoy me, Just freeze and shut up. Okay, here we go. We gave you a priority job this morning. It was real easy. All you had to do was read the fucking job sheet. But you didn’t read it. You just took it upon yourself to make the fuckin’ delivery on your own. Which the job sheet explicitly tells you not to do.”
Jason’s eyes flick in the direction of the bundle of documents on the seat.
“That’s crap,” the man says. “We don’t want your fucking documents. We don’t care about you and your fucking franchise out in the middle a nowhere. All we wanted was the Kourier. The job sheet said that this delivery was supposed to be made by one particular Kourier who works your area, name of Y.T. Uncle