Discord.

(Knacker Wagon Chronicles - XIII)

Baye continued scrubbing a pristine toilet. If he did have to eat off of it, as Lenny said, it would be clean. Though, from what he could tell, it was already clean before he began. The porcelain was spotless, as if no one had ever used it. The entire bathroom had a pleasant aroma. Lenny had lapsed into a thoughtful gaze once more.

Baye concentrated on the crack between the floor and the toilet base, without looking up at Lenny. Not even a line of grunge was down there."So, Lenny...," Baye started conversationally, "where do you fit in the System?"
"I don't fit, newbie. That's their problem. This whole place is filled with cogs. All grinding away for the machine, for the System. I'm a crowbar that jams up the machine. Sarge, he's just a big cog. He's a puppet of the System. You gotta watch out for that guy - he'll send you on some fool's errand and you'll end up in a bodybag. Why? Because someone higher up cog told him to and that toadie fell in line. I'm on to him, unlike most of the rest of the crew.
"Sarge is all sweet with the guards. He's sending them all sorts of money earned by the crew. Sarge is building all sorts of favors. He'll tell you some fairy tell about someday leaving this place. How he can make sure that happens. He's all yada, yada, yada, freedom granted by Justice and getting back to good society. But make no mistake, he's got privilege here and he's not going to lose it, even if he has to bury you."

Baye waited for Lenny to continue, but after a prolonged pause he prodded Lenny further, "How come he hasn't buried you?"
"Hmmm. Smarts, newbie.", Lenny slow drolled, "I'm on to Sarge and Rev. You see, Sarge is top dog and Rev is his main lackey. The rest of the crew are sheep. I've got connections. I'm onto them and they don't know it. So when I sense them coming after me I'm gone - I'm leaning on my outside sources and dodging that bullet." Lenny hesitated. "You know, newbie, you survive long enough, I can see what I can do for you too."

Baye's suspicions were aroused. "What keeps me from turning you in?," he inquired.
Lenny jumped in with a response. "Just try it. Either Sarge does you in for trying to turn in a loyal leutenant. Or I do you in for being stupid. Either way I win and you lose - badly."

Baye stopped scrubbing. He was satisfied with his own handiwork. "Alright, good enough?" Lenny stood up and walked over to the bowl. He stared intently along the rim, the handle, the top of the tank. Baye was puzzled, but let Lenny continue with the inspection.
With his face inches from the toilet surface, Lenny said, "You know newbie, good hygiene is important around here. Pudgi, for one, knows all about that - he's got a knack for cleanliness. He's very particular. He'll go nuts if this bathroom has anything wrong about it. Ahhh, looks good enough for me... Let's go."

Lenny walked over to the bathroom door and pulled it open. He held it for Baye to exit first. "By the way, you know that dead guy you saw in the picture. Rev lied, he wasn't killed by another crew. He was killed by Sarge and Rev."