#HBBAdvent Beer 10: Kernel Dry Stout (SE London)

The Kernel says: Nothing. The Kernel lets the beer do the talking.

We say: The following extract is taken from a short story inspired by the namesake and the wonderful, complex flavours of The Kernel Dry Stout Galaxy. I’ll stop drinking it when they stop brewing it.

The sound of a car backfiring woke him from a rough sleep. How long had he been out for? It didn’t matter now, Marcus and the others would be gone and there would be no way of tracking them. Getting out of the chair his joints made crackles like burning kindling. He looked around the room and tried to discern where they had left him. It was a rundown box apartment with several foldouts and no communicator, a work hostel no doubt. This meant he was either in one of the palisades or the bad part of the Garment district. The mixed smells of burning leather and coal fire made him bet on the latter. From the counter by the door his radio sounded, strange that Marcus hadn’t taken it along with his gun.

‘4.3 what is your location? 4.3 state location, you’re off grid. 4.3?’

‘I’m here.’

‘And where is here 4.3?’

‘Sal?’

‘4.3 confirm badge number and then give me your location.’

‘Piss off Sal.’

‘Fuck happened?

‘They got me as I came out of the station, Marcus and four others, one of them was the runner.’

‘Where are you at now? What did they get?’

‘Some box in the Garment district. They’re all gone, took my gun and they found my tracer. They’re gone, that’s it.’

‘Not it 4.3. Got one.’

‘Who!? How did you find them?’

‘No ID yet. And we didn’t. Two of them tried to stick up a taxi rank on 357th street, went for credits and two ships. One gets out and then the old girl behind the desk decides to reach for her purse. Lands two in the chest before she got clipped in the arm. Get over to the rank and then down to district hospital to get what you can from the woman, maybe she can do your job for you some more.’

‘Anything else Sal?’

‘Yeah 4.3, try to buy some Listerine syrup. You sound like your tongue’s growing mushrooms.’

‘Love you too Sal.’

Will Marcus and the others escape? Will there ever be a more sessionable and well balanced stout brewed? I doubt it. - Lewis