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considered that anyone could seriously still be a Communist. In his mind that whole thing was a distant memory from the eighties, like Ronald Reagan and New Kids on the Block – nothing he’d ever want to go back to.

“Huh,” was all he could think of to say.

“These guys really have it figured out,” continued Chloe. “They’re a tight knit crew – much tighter than me and mine. They love and support one another. For them, the next score’s never what it’s about, it’s just a way to get from here to there in peace and prosperity.”

“If that’s the case, couldn’t they just, you know, get jobs? Start an organic farm or something?”

“They could. Sometimes they do, at least for a while.” Chloe was becoming more animated now. She plainly admired this group a great deal. “But they live totally off the grid. They leave no footprint in the industrial/information complex. No social security numbers. No taxes. No driver’s licenses. They’re a real deal Crew, like the classic pirate crews of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries.”

“I prefer to think of us as hunter-gatherers myself,” said a soft, deep voice. It was the old man, towering over where they were seated. Chloe and Paul both started to stand up, but he motioned them to stay as he sat down in the sand next to them, his back to the fire. “I’ve never been fond of the pirate metaphor, but I know some of us truly groove on that idea. As I see it, we’re just a tribe of hunter gatherers.”

“That’s because you’re an old damn hippie,” joked Chloe.

“True, true.” He held out his hand to Paul. “My name’s Winston. Welcome to our circle.”

“Thanks,” said Paul as he shook the rough, strong hand. “It’s great. I’m having an awesome time. My name’s Paul.”

“I’m happy to have you both here. I enjoyed your dancing a great deal. Chloe’s never introduced me to a member of her Crew before. You must be very special.”

This surprised Paul and his face must’ve shown it. “I…uh…”

“Paul’s not really part of my Crew,” said Chloe. “He’s more of a former client turned friend. I brought him along because I thought he might enjoy the circle and we were…in the neighborhood together.”

“Ahhh, I see,” he said. “Well, it’s wonderful to meet you in any event, and you’re welcome to stay with us here as long as you like. Of course, we won’t be here come tomorrow morning, but that doesn’t mean you have to leave. It’s a pretty little stretch of beach. I suggest you really take it easy and make the most of your time. It’s a rare gift you’ve been given, this life of yours.”

“Thanks,” said Paul. What an odd thing to say, he thought. The whole situation was odd of course, but there was something in particular about Winston that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The way he talked, it was like he was always saying two things at once, maybe more, and Paul wasn’t quite getting the full meaning of any of them.

“Winston, will you take a walk with me?” asked Chloe as she stood up.

“Of course, sweetie. It would be a pleasure.” He nodded to Paul. “It was nice meeting you, Paul. Enjoy the circle. Make it your home for the night.”

“We’ll be back in a bit,” Chloe said to him. “Will you be ok here?”

“Sure,” said Paul, “I’ll be fine.”

Winston put his arm around Chloe’s bare shoulder and they walked off into the fog. As they did, the older man leaned over and whispered something in her ear and then kissed her on the cheek, eliciting what Paul jealously thought of as a girlish giggle from her. But, odds were that they were discussing some sort of crew-related business. Maybe she was pitching him an idea for a score or something like that. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy, both for the secrets they were sharing and their obvious closeness. 

As he watched the two of them disappear into the fog, several of the drummers came over and sat beside him, complimenting him on his dancing. They passed joints and bottles of homemade beer and unlabeled wine around the fire and talked about different kinds of drums, different styles of dance, music, movies, and even comic books for a while. None of them ever asked him his name or anything about his background. Even when he brought up topics relating to his past, they politely but pointedly shied away from them. They didn’t want to know anything substantive about his real identity and they certainly weren’t sharing any intimate details with him. If, as Chloe said, they all lived “off the grid,” then they would naturally be very protective of any details that might pin them down. He could certainly accept that. Actually, he kind of envied it, this idea of dropping out entirely and never looking back, never having to deal with all the bullshit of the modern world.

Without a watch, Paul wasn’t sure how long Chloe and Winston had been gone. One of the drummers was teaching him the basics of keeping a beat when suddenly he noticed her across the circle, taking a hit off someone’s pipe. She caught him looking at her and winked before turning back too her conversation. Paul concentrated on his drumming; trying to master the basic strokes and keep in rhythm with the woman teaching him. After about ten more minutes he thanked her for the lesson and then returned to his blanket. He’d long ago put his shirt back on, and someone had loaned him a ragged but clean sweater to further protect him from the cold night air. The fire was starting to die down now, and although they kept it going with fresh logs from time to time, it wasn’t the roaring blaze it had been when Paul first arrived.

Paul felt good, really good. In a way he even felt powerful. Thinking back on how well the comic con had gone he recalled a very different, much more controlled fire that he’d sat beside three years earlier. It was in McGarry’s, a bar in downtown San Jose. Next to the bar sat a gas fireplace that more than compensated for the mild chill in the air outside. He’d been in California for a month, working with Greg to get Fear and Loading off the ground. They had the money and the idea, but they lacked a technical staff to make it reality. They needed a smart, talented lead programmer, but were having trouble finding viable candidates. Frank was their final lead, and Paul knew that if he couldn’t convince him to join their fledgling company, the project might never get off the ground. A skilled, experienced computer game programmer, Frank had a cushy coding job at Electronic Arts. He was at the top of his game and bored out of his mind. He wanted to strike out on his own, but had his doubts about Paul and Greg’s plan.

“No offense,” Frank had said, “But neither of you has ever made a computer game before. And, Paul, you’ve never even worked in a technology job. I think you’re both underestimating how hard this is going to be.”

“Well,” Paul had replied, “That’s why we’re talking to you. You’ve got the experience and the technical expertise. We’ve got the money and the concept.”

“I know Greg’s got the money, and that’s really the only reason I’m meeting with you. As for the idea, I have to say I’m just not sold. I don’t see what makes it better than a dozen other games that are in the works right now.”

At that moment Paul had thought to himself that Frank was kind of a dick. But he had kept his cool and risen to the occasion. “I think the thing you have to remember, Frank, is that Metropolis 2.0 is a proven idea. It’s one of the best selling indie comics of recent years. I’ve received two Eisner nominations for it. Unlike a lot of the derivative tripe that other companies are working on, this will be a game with a built in audience, based on stories and art that have already proven themselves in the marketplace.”

“But that’s just comic books. That’s a tiny industry…”

“Yes,” agreed Paul, cutting Frank off, “But comics are where many of the best-selling ideas come from. It’s the ultimate test lab for the imagination, because there are no limits on the form. You can tell any kind of story with comics. Anything you can dream up. And all that determines your success is how good a storyteller you are and how original your ideas are.” Paul was simplifying things greatly here – in reality big names like X-Men or Superman mattered a lot more than original stories when it came to producing actual sales, but Frank didn’t know that and Paul wasn’t going to tell him. “The fact is, my ideas have proved themselves time and again. They were a hit there and they’ll be a hit as a computer game too. Why? Because nothing succeeds like success.” 

Paul had kept on in this vein for an hour, touting his own achievements and appealing to Frank’s own sense of superiority as a software engineer.  Paul had sensed that the programmer wanted to help found their new company more than he was letting on, but that Frank was a cautious, conservative man and he needed all his fears allayed before making such a drastic, life-changing decision. He put up a skeptical front and made it clear he needed convincing. Over the course of the evening Paul did just that. He showed the veteran programmer a cockiness and self-assurance that were compelling and even contagious – qualities that he saw reflected in Frank’s own demeanor. Scribbling sketches on bar napkins and speaking with true passion, he had described in detail the world he’d created in his comics and how it would perfectly evolve into an online gaming experience. Finally he broke Frank’s defenses down, and when the programmer started making his own simple suggestions about storylines or how to best implement the comic world in digital form, Paul knew that he’d won him over. 

Coming away from the first fireside chat, Paul had felt a kind of high, like he could convince anyone of anything if he put his mind to it. The same feeling he’d had as he left the CRG offices a few days earlier. Greg had congratulated and complimented him and the two had laughed like children with happiness for their success. Looking back now, Paul wondered if he’d ever actually convinced Frank that he was truly capable of the great things he’d said they would accomplish. In retrospect, maybe not. But after what he and the Crew had done to Frank and Greg and the others, Paul was sure he’d finally gotten the prickly programmer’s attention and respect. He’d shown him just how capable and convincing he could really be. Now, the memory of the look on Frank’s face in the boardroom when he and Chloe had sprung their trap warmed Paul more than the dying fire. 

Eventually Chloe found her way back to him from the other side of the circle. She was still wearing just a bra and jeans and was now shivering. “Fuck it’s cold,” she said.

“You’ll catch your death young lady, running around with your breasts hanging out like that,” said Paul, in his best faux concerned grandmother voice. He handed her sweatshirt over to her and she quickly pulled it on.

“Oh, you know you love it,” she quipped. 

She sat down between his outstretched legs and he wrapped his arms around her

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