Without Options

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A few minutes before midnight, in an isolated area along the eastern bank of the Spree River, Dominik stepped silently toward the water, a consciously subdued spring in his step. He could smell it already, a pungent odor of industrialism, the result of urban expansion and overindulgence. Chemicals mixed with dead fish and aquatic bird feces. He loved it all now. In the last few days he never felt so alive.

Dominik laughed inside as he thought about all the reports of climate change and environmental shock and horror, yet the people still threw their cigarette butts, fast food wrappers and urinated on the streets when they couldn’t find a better place to relieve themselves. They drove cars like maniacs on the Autobahns, spewing exhaust into the air and polluting with sound. And all of that ended up somewhere on the Earth. Probably in the Spree, Dominik thought. He normally mused of these things when he had nothing else to do — when he was bored and alone like now — but he knew he should have been concentrating more on this meeting and the result. It wasn’t every day that a man got rich, especially a man who had struggled all of his life growing up in a small town in northern Poland. After six years in the army, he’d gone from job to job until he realized what he did best was shoot a gun. Not much calling for that in the private sector…until recently. One million Euros was a lot of money. More than Dominik Gorski would expect to see in a lifetime. And now he’d earned this much in a few days. He loved capitalism.

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