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Chapter24
President Martor
It’s common now to keep at least one ingredient of all of our products secret, especially something as rare as Kenarra Root.
“Do you know how much we’re losing from not selling laquameety in the L. H+H. T?” Shouted Nadamar. To this date I still don’t know why I hired him. The incompetent fool spent 12 hours a day whining and the other 13 feeling sorry for himself. (13 isn’t a miss-type, there are 25 hours in an Oddworld day.) It was a wonder that laquateeny got out of the processing plant!
“We’ve been losing a lot more than that in slaves.”
“How, may I ask, is stopping distributing Laquateeny going to boost the slave industry?”
It was Demana, head of research, who answered. “There were traces of fire-flumps in the truck that theoretically brought 0784556 into the L. H+H. P, and sligs who were perusing him through Anraar found Soalstorm Brew bottles left on the ground.”
“I can answer for myself Demana,” I said stiffly.
“My apologies President Martor,” he said, bowing.
“Well, I think this is a good idea.” Every pair of eyes in the room turned to stare at the usually disagreeable Kanzorr. “Yeah, you know, open new doors, view new horizons. Hey, we could try taking out the Kenarra Root!”
“We’ll have less of the sarcasm, you’re not the only person who wanted to be ingredient manager.”
“Just because your President of Lagua-corps doesn’t mean you can’t be sued for breech-of-contract.
“You won’t sue anyone if you are unfortunately involved in a fatal accident.
He took this threat to heart. “Well, I suppose it gives us chance to gather more Kenarra Root, we’ve been finding it hard to get enough now, we need to extend the mine backwards.”
“I’ll get some equipment shipped in,” Demana told him.
“Good, get it sorted, and Nadamar, be prepared to release laquameety the moment there is more information on the whereabouts of the rebels.”
“Yes sir,” he replied grumpily.
I was about to leave when Demana said “I’d like to talk to you privately for a moment, if I may President Martor.”
“Yes, of course. What about?”
“Uh, well, 0941/04-L: 231.”
Splat
The 2 glukkons walked to a door to a room at the back of the one I was looking down on. I wondered what they were talking about. That number was my lab-rat registration code that I had burnt in to my arm, I knew that they were talking about me. After a few minutes they returned.
“Well,” said Martor as they came back in, “I would like to go down to the mines and have a look at the Kenarra Root myself. Could you organise a train for us Kanzorr?”
“Yes, of course,” he answered, I noticed that, with Martor facing away from him, his eyes were glowing viciously.
But that didn’t really bother me, they had just given me the perfect opportunity to see these mines with this “Kenarra Root” stuff. I had no idea what it was, but I knew that if I was gonna destroy Laquameety, the best place to start was at the source…
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