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"What's going on here?" Anders asked.

"It's a protest of the I.D.I.O.T.E.N. miltia." She answered. "You've heard of them?"

And he had. They had been in the news a few times. Not only because of their protests, but also because a few politicians started to echo their theories clearly hinting they believed a few of their theories. Conspiracy theories that is. Obviously they never had to justify their beliefs. It was what their weird acronym of the name stood for.

International Defence (of) Individual Obvious Truths (without) Evidence Needed.

"Rolled right of the tongue..." Anders thought by himself.

He had heard they mainly swapped their nonsense on 10-Tan. A internet site and message board. He wasn’t sure anymore but the news report had mentioned the "Tan" was a Japanese word that was very fitting for the group. They probably didn't know what it exactly meant at first.

"Yeah. I heard of them. And too be honest, total bunch of racists, homophobic, women hating idiots. I met a few on the internet and after a few arguments I didn't bother anymore. After all, what's the use?" Anders said with a sigh.

"Do you know what they are protesting against?" He asked The Cabbie.

"Oh yes. But do you really want to hear it?"

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Finding out how things work out for yourself. It sounded actually a lot like something Anders would think of himself. He used to say stuff like that a lot. People were saying it was a smart or even a wise thing to say. He even thought he was starting to get through to people. Making a change.

Slowly though he realised a lot of people said one thing to his face, but something else behind his back. That he was full of himself. Or that he was sanctimonious, or all kinds of nonsense. But never HOW what he said was nonsense. Or worst of all, said it to his face. He never really understood it. But it did make him slowly lose fate. Slowly stopped caring. Slowly thinking it was him alone. Even that he didn’t need anyone.

He felt the call to start trying to... do something. Some sentences in song, lines from movies, pics on the internet, or words people said made him feel that way a bit again. Ignite that tiny spark. It made Anders feel like trying again to do... anything. Like just now.

Lost deep in thought he didn’t hear the shouts until he was almost next to the commotion.

“Here we are!” The Cabbie said. “Told you there’s something going on.”

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“You know” Anders began; “I don’t even know why I got in.”

“I hear that more often than you think.” The cabbie said with a small smile. “I consider this a special taxi. It draws in people that need it.”

“Well, I don’t think I really need it at the moment”

“Maybe not now, but I have a feeling this is not the only trip you’ll make with me tonight.”

“I really don’t think so. But ok.” He replied being used to the many strange people you meet in the big city he lived in.

Looking around he noticed many small marks that looked like pictograms of a sort in places around the interior.

“What are all those? They look a bit like burn or engraving marks.” he asked pointing at the roof.

“Those are memories. You see, you meet many people being what I am. A lot can use a bit of help. This is what helps me remember the ones that succeed in getting it.”

“People need to earn your help?” Anders asked while being unable to keep the disapproval completely out of his voice.

“Not exactly what I said or meant. Ideally, people should learn to help themselves. The best thing is to not just hand someone the solution, but being shown the road to it, and then finding it for yourself.”

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“The cab drove through the wet streets. Anders was a bit confused what to say. He wasn’t the type of person that usually relied on taxis. Or people in general. He had convinced himself long ago he was best off on his own, relying on himself.

After a few minutes of silence he said: “Um... Hi. I was thinking of going to the “Dutch oOven” to see if they have some movie worth trying out.”

The “Dutch oven” was a indie movie theatre that had weird unknown movies in a random daily changing selection. The name came from the previous restaurant that had occupied the place. A place that was advertised as “Traditional Dutch haute cuisine like grandmother used to make”. The place quickly went out of business when it turned out that traditional Dutch meals mostly consisted out of bland food. Mainly cooked potatoes, some vegetables, a meatball, and some gravy. Great name for the current place though most agreed.

“Well, there’s this thing about the movie theatre tonight though.” The cabbie said.

He looked at her in her eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“You’ll see” she said with a wink.

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“Everyone on these streets wants to go somewhere. Everyone wants to be somewhere else.” The Cabbie thought. “But where someone wants to be, is not always where they need to be.”

She scanned the street and fixated on a street corner to the right, and smiled at the figure turning around it heading in her direction. It started to rain.

“And Mr. van Helgen over there will understand that before the night is over.” She said to no one in particular.

Anders van Helgen began walking faster just like the people around him as it the rain began falling harder.

The Cabbie turned on the switch that lit up the “cab free” sign on top of the taxi. She turned the key in the ignition and rolled down her window.

“Looks like you are getting wet” she said to her customer for the night.

Anders stopped almost in spite of himself. “Sorry?”

“Get in. I’ll take you where you need to be.”

He thought about walking on. It wasn’t that far. But without really thinking about it, he got into the backseat of the cab and they drove off into the wet night.

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The Cabbie looked out among the people. She knew, no, FELT the next customer coming nearer. This was going to be a special one. An important one.

She remembered a few of the previous ones. The guy that got the script for that science fiction movie delivered.

Or the one trip in Paris among all those other taxi drivers. Her passenger then went on to complete one of the most important tasks of the following four years of fighting.

And who could forget that one customer that had saved the ladies Vaughan, Johnson, and Jackson? They would have lost the codes they had developed if it hadn’t be for the redheaded lady. She still used her family’s Beef Stroganoff recipe! And she discovered her own possibilities too of course.

That was the most important part. They all got what they needed. It was the whole point of it all.

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The cab stood at the side of the street. Lots of people walked on the sidewalks. Many cars drove by on the street. It was a Friday night in the city and the streets were packed. It was around eight in the evening. The stories were open until late just as every Friday evening, people were going out to get a late dinner, and there weere already crowds that were early for their long night on the town.

Any cabbie would have almost no moment until the end of his or her shift on a night like this. But this, this taxicab was different. For it wasn’t waiting for any customer, it waited for the right customer.