Beneath The Crevice: A Short Story

Beneath the Crevice
“You think we’re going to miss constantly living on the move?” Detective Meyer Landsman asked his partner, Tituba.
“Perhaps, but we’ve done our time. It’s exhausting, living like nomads, going from one small town to the next.”
"Nomads," he scoffed, "that's a new one."
All of the detectives living on The Great Frontier had to be accustomed to temporariness. They would live in one town for about a month and then start packing up, setting off to the next town on the vast, desert plain. That was the life for a detective: temporary, and on The Great Frontier, there was no shortage of work. Our two detectives lived and worked in this desert for twenty years, and once a detective reaches their twentieth year on the force, they

I don’t understand, I don’t understand!”
“Excellent. Excellent! Now, listen, the language he is speaking to his partner do you recognize it?”
“Y… Yid… I can’t, I cannot understand. Foreign—foreign.” Landsman collapsed on the snowy floor.
“Meyer!” Tituba shouted, “He’s not well! Help him, you sick man!”
“I am only doing my job. Come with me. Meyer will join us shortly.”
What is the point of arguing? Tituba thought to herself.
As they walked towards the edge of the snowy town, the snow turned to dense fog. Walking Another small village revealed itself. One narrow dirt road, old houses, and churches on each side. Ministers walked around with black suits. Walter led Tituba toward a large crowd of people gathered around a stage where a woman stood dressed in prison rags was being asked questions from a

She felt a sharp blade cutting into her ribcage, making a circle around it, followed by a straight line, then she lost her consciousness,’ falling flat onto the dirt.
Walter placed her on the back of a horse and then went to collect the body of Landsman, still on the snow at Sitka. He set their bodies in a small helicopter he had hidden behind The Esperanto Company. Flying above Sitka, Walter piloted the aircraft back above to the surface, where he landed atop a massive skyscraper in the city of Fūtūrus.
A woman wearing an expensive suit followed by several scientists in lab coats approached the helicopter as Walter stepped out.
“Well, Walter, did it finally work,” asked the woman eagerly.
“Not exactly, but we are making progress. This time around Meyer didn’t understand his native lang…”
"I don't like the failure, Walter," the woman interrupted him. "Reset their memories, and this time around, start them at their fifteenth year on the force, let's give them some time to form some kinship before going in the gap. I can't afford to fail