Prompt: blue baboon

A/N: Blue blood is needed to make the legendary blue rose, which is science's gift in lieu of a fountain of youth. However, there are unintended consequences for such activities.
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The man called Spade brought his septure before his chin and rested his wrinkled hands at the large glittering jewel embedded at the tip. It was all that remained of his rather hefty predecessor, and science had provided the rather spectacular means of disposal. The process used was still murky in his mind after all this time, but he was pretty sure it involved roasting the body for a good long while.

The eyes of the pair of burly thugs dragging in the latest piece of filth past the thick doors quickly slid their eyes to the ground. He carefully schooled his features. That scuffle had happened years back when he still could not grow a respectable beard, and thinking of it always brought an unpleasant looking smile to his face.

Even if the skin is now as shriveled up as the skin of a dried fruit, he thought, watching his servants toss the battered form to the cracked concrete floor,

Spade knew he was getting too old for this kind of work as he dredged up his best glare to throw toward the young man in chains sprawled before him. Still, business was what it was, and had been so for the past five decades in his turf.

He shifted is aching hip in the overtly padded seat, and heard plastic deep within the withered muscles of his groin make an little pop. He liked to think of the ornately carved contraption his throne, as it greatly helped along the inner argument he often had regarding whether the hefty stick he carried with him was more a regal scepter than wooden cane with delusions of grandeur.

"We had an agreement, boy. I gave you the goods. Now." He said aloud without preamble. "Where is my money."

The young man's breath filled the silence. Wide eyes darted about the shadow draped chamber that served as the judgment room, and Spade saw with much satisfaction that the hope for escape died.

Spade frowned his displeasure. The trash rose his gaze his way, and dared to smile. Granted, it was a weak and watery smile, but it still showed teeth.
"G-gone. But..."

"GONE?!?" Spade roared.

The trash shrank down into a shaking little ball, and the chains rattled rather noisily.

"I swear I'll get the money, Spade. I swear it..!"

"Really."

Spade tone was flat as he pushed himself to his feet. His left knee creaked, and the sound of it echoed throughout the room.

"And how much of did you use?" He stated as he limped along at a sedate pace, idly examining his yellowing nails on his right. "Instead of selling it as we agreed."

The trash made a squeaking sort of noise and the quivering seemed to increase about the shoulders. Spade snorted in disgust as he peered down his nose at terrified glassy eyes.

"Spade I.. I.." The trash stammered. Like they always did. Spade turned his gaze pointedly towards a large man standing beside a lever, and gave a slight bob of his head.

"You are fortunate. And have a final deal with me." Spade said airily. "Take him to my island."

"Sir?"

"You heard me." Spade said. "Drop him off somewhere in the jungle."

Spade turned and settled back into his chair.

"It's my private island, which happens to be in the middle of the poisonous lake at the heart of this city.. If you manage to find and capture the blue baboon, alive, you will be allowed live. If not, well.. no great loss to the world."
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A/n: And I had plotted out more, but got too ambitious for my own good.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....