The Problem With Puzzles

The Problem With Puzzles

I sat and watched, as I like to do. Better than what some meatheads do, who just charge in acting like they own a place. Course from time to time that’s the best tactic. Only you have to know it is before you do it. See, I like to watch, I like to know what I’m getting myself into. Because unlike those meatheads I’m pretty small, and not made of much meat. 

Most of me is metal now. But that’s something else.

I also run alone. So information is my only backup, other than Gwendolyn. She’s been cranky of late so I try not to involve her. If it means sitting on a rusty shipping container so be it. And here I am, doing just that. 

Below me is something I haven’t encounter before - professionals. Trained, armed and vigilant people assisted by the latest tech. Most of the time I’m knocking over some petty gang that thinks they’re bigger than they are. Tonight it’s different, and that wasn’t expected.

I know I should walk away. But this is too intriguing. I got wind of this mark and here it is with far more fanfare than expected. I like it. Yet I shouldn’t.

I haven’t survived by being stupid. And I have no information on who these goons are. Or what they can do. Only thing I can be sure of, is they will shoot to kill.

And yet, I’m itching to know what they’re protecting. Must be worth something to someone. Otherwise why all the hardware.

Guess this is the one time I’ll have to go in without backup other than Gwendolyn. Come on darling, don’t let me down.


Today’s art is courtesy of Valentin Gloaguen from Berlin, Germany.

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