RK- The Righteous Loop Hole

The Decks and the Road

Renegotiating Kaylin

Chapter 27- The Righteous Loop Hole

Offen Unger- It’s hard to describe how one becomes a man like myself, except to say it’s taught. The people who sit where I sit don’t speak about mindset as much as we recognize mindsets. And no one certainly speaks about how we exterminate the weaker mindsets or hinder the strong minds that just don’t fit in. It’s a hard scope to pick apart, but it’s a valid outlook in these circles. There are some lower classes that just happened to end up with some surnames that aren’t appropriate. Even on my side of the pond there’s disapproval, and so someone’s got to do the work of taking those names back. My business wasn’t created for that purpose, but it serves it well. Unger International is one of the largest security firms in the world. We have headquarters in Switzerland, Germany, Miami, and New Zealand. We also train and provide private investigators; some of which we use for other formats. Some of my best trappers are among those we hope to exterminate. We keep them from further dirtying those names, and by the time they realize they’re trapped… Well, they’re trapped.

Still there are some names that have been difficult to cleanse. Those are the names that belong to groups that have found some kind of righteous loop hole. I don’t use the word righteous from a believers stand point because I wasn’t brought up that way; to believe in that stuff, but they seem to have a common faith. If we can determine it soon enough we’ll let them carry on just as long as they don’t try to force their way up. That’s a no go up here.

I must have snoozed on this one, or she’s got someone praying for her.

Renegotiating Kaylin, a novel

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