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TICKER tock BOOM
TICKER tock BOOM
TICKER tock BOOM
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TICKER tock BOOM

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A short story of 2 friends, a freelance computer technician moonlighting as a hacker and an ex-employee stock analyst, stumble into a plot by a shadowy company, to profit from an explosion at a local chemical plant. Meanwhile 2 city detectives discover the plot with mere hours to go and race to prevent the explosion, save the 2 friends now being held captive and apprehend the criminals within the time limit.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSaeed Burki
Release dateApr 16, 2016
ISBN9781311474858
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    TICKER tock BOOM - Saeed Burki

    4:59:58, 4:59:59, 5:00 am. Harold Sawanth’s smartphone alarm clock app started to chime away on the night stand. He reached out, barely awake and grabbed the phone, sliding the app into snooze mode with his finger. He was about to fall back into sleep, but his wife kicked him gently in the shin, ushering him gently out of bed. Slowly, he pulled back the comforter and lumbered to the bathroom in the hall to tend to his morning routine, brushing his teeth and taking a hot shower.

    The shower usually did the trick, it woke him up, but today, waking up also brought his troubles back to him. Today was his last day at work. Pantheon trading’s Edmonton branch was going out of business, and he had been informed that everyone would be clearing out their personal belongings by the end of the working day.

    Looking in the steamy bathroom mirror, he decided to forgo shaving. He wasn’t in the mood to impress any bosses today.

    On the other side of town, Sid Burke was also asleep, on his couch. He was snoring as usual, but there was no one around to complain, his wife was out of town or rather out of the country, visiting her relatives. A couple slices of last night’s pizza dinner still populated a mostly empty box, a container of chicken wings contained only bones, picked clean by the meat eater himself. The large screen LED TV was still on and displaying a menu screen for the gaming console that was still powered on, its eerie glow reflecting off the many empty soda cans strewn about the room. Last night had been another intense night of binge gaming.

    Sid’s alarm app rang on his smartphone. He ignored it and tossed a pillow on it. 5 minutes later, the alarm app linked itself to his home audio system and made sure that Sid and his neighbors were awake.

    Sid bolted upright and felt for his phone under the pillow. He turned the alarm off. His body really wanted him to go back to sleep, but he knew if he stayed in the house, the app he had programmed would reactivate despite being turned off. He had designed this as a failsafe to make sure he was up and out to work. He didn’t want to lose this job, it afforded him too many freedoms.

    He dragged himself into the bathroom and the autosensing LED lights turned on. He was quite pleased with himself when he had first installed these zone controlled lights throughout the house. He was literally dependent on it now, he hadn’t touched the wall switch in months. He probably didn’t even know which switch controlled the exhaust fan and which controlled the lights anymore. He reached across the bathroom sink and picked up his toothbrush, squeezed the tube and put a pea sized dollop of paste on the brush. He put the toothpaste back on the counter. For now, he had the luxury of not putting the cap on for a few weeks still.

    Harold was dressed in his office casuals. His bosses were probably not going to reprimand him on proper office attire today, so he took the liberty to dress as he wanted, despite his wife’s insistence that he wear his usual proper attire in case he unexpectedly came upon a job opportunity. He knew better. Times were tough and jobs were scarce. Harold’s 13 year old son raced out of the house towards the yellow school bus that was just pulling up to the curb. It was 6:30 am and he wanted to get to school a little early to practice for his baseball tournament.

    Harold waved goodbye to his son and he waved back. It was a beautiful May morning.

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