A Song and a Dance

I have to move out...
Too many people are looking for me right now.

Tau came to find me yesterday.

Sat me down on a battered old couch.

His office was a mess of papers.

Piles of them everywhere.

It was odd.

Comforting to be amongst the chaos.

He offered me a drink.

I declined.

"What are my orders?"

"You have none."

I was confused by that.

"What?"
He sighed and poured himself one instead.

"Just sit tight until we need you."

"What am I to do until then?"
"I don't know. Learn to drive?
West told me he could teach you..."

If I had a drink, I would have choked.
"West spends most of his time teaching me unarmed combat."
I have not described him before, have I?

He's six foot six inches, 
hair cut to a fuzz on his round head,
and looks like he has too many muscles.

In unarmed combat, 
he is punishing in every sense of the word.
For example if he gets a grip on my wrist, 
my arm may as well already be broken.

He has choked me to death multiple times during "training."

The one time I won... I kind of cheated.
Tau would say I "Played possum."
It stopped being "unarmed training" 
when I lodged a hatchet in the side of his head.

Today he taught me to drive stick shift.
Well. He tried anyway.
The accelerator and clutch are annoying and I keep stalling.
I hate driving, but I need to learn.

I need to live up to Salome.

I need to.