I am wondering if anyone remembers this
song. It must be a hundred years old, and it somehow fits part of
this story. If you turn the song upside down, that is. .Or at least
our Jolene was as arrogant as the pretty one with auburne hair and
emerald eyes probably was.
Only two days since we rescued Vegas, Leo calls and summons us on Jimmy's behalf. We meet again at the Fat Turkey. Coffee! Need I say more. There's no parking by yourself. Makes you feel all special. Two trolls who're not very fond of your's truly. Jimmy says he owns us a milk run. 1500 per day for watching „a friend“. A friend who's married. Since the friend believes her affair is having an affair she asked Jimmy to have her lover followed. Mexican fitness model. Classic PI work. We are not to „spook him“. Jimmy's all casual this time. No rush. „Don't kill him.“ „I'll try.“ … So we are on the lookout for one Miguel Caballero, lives in Santa Monica. Sure doesn't look like he would've only one girl friend. You get the picture.
Stake out. We set it all up. Cameras, Leofwyr, I check out the area, as always. Not long and the guy heads to some gated community. Leo sends a flying eye flying.
Woman in her midfourties. Opens the door, barely covered in something flouncy and frail. Well. We watch the happy couple for a week. The 1500 per day keep me quiet, and before I start complaining and whining in excruciating boredom, he changes his playboy-, makes-me-gag-routine of working out, eating healthy and having sex.
One morning there's no healthy food, no sports, but meditation. Aaron checks out the place. What he tells us is really really creepy. Images of an Aztec temple, blood all over the walls, screaming coming from every direction. Leo says, Miguel wiped away a bloody tear. Could be a mage, a friggin blood mage.
We call Jimmy. He's all „ohs“ and „umpfs“.
Only two days since we rescued Vegas, Leo calls and summons us on Jimmy's behalf. We meet again at the Fat Turkey. Coffee! Need I say more. There's no parking by yourself. Makes you feel all special. Two trolls who're not very fond of your's truly. Jimmy says he owns us a milk run. 1500 per day for watching „a friend“. A friend who's married. Since the friend believes her affair is having an affair she asked Jimmy to have her lover followed. Mexican fitness model. Classic PI work. We are not to „spook him“. Jimmy's all casual this time. No rush. „Don't kill him.“ „I'll try.“ … So we are on the lookout for one Miguel Caballero, lives in Santa Monica. Sure doesn't look like he would've only one girl friend. You get the picture.
Stake out. We set it all up. Cameras, Leofwyr, I check out the area, as always. Not long and the guy heads to some gated community. Leo sends a flying eye flying.
Woman in her midfourties. Opens the door, barely covered in something flouncy and frail. Well. We watch the happy couple for a week. The 1500 per day keep me quiet, and before I start complaining and whining in excruciating boredom, he changes his playboy-, makes-me-gag-routine of working out, eating healthy and having sex.
One morning there's no healthy food, no sports, but meditation. Aaron checks out the place. What he tells us is really really creepy. Images of an Aztec temple, blood all over the walls, screaming coming from every direction. Leo says, Miguel wiped away a bloody tear. Could be a mage, a friggin blood mage.
We call Jimmy. He's all „ohs“ and „umpfs“.
So there's a new task. One very much to
my liking. If he turns out to be bloodlusty?: burn down his house. Kill him and his
friends. Burn everything he's touched. If he is, SWAT is on standby.
Awesome.
If he's not: Don't kill him. Crystal.
His mates arrive in the evening, they pull the blinders. Leo has a microphone. They're chanting in aztec. This is friggin weird. And as much as i need some action, i don't like it. The executive pulls up and enters. Leo wants to unlock the door. Aaron spots a fire spirit, Leo tries to escape, barely manages.
Leofwyr does no damage either. But it takes a couple hits from me. And then this stupid mega torch attacks my car. Rips it apart. Now I am angry. Leofwyr and I attack it full force. It dies right there on the spot. We head to the door. I take it down. It's ugly inside. Three men wrestle with the executive. Circle of blood. Some altar thingy. Six men do the choirboy-routine. Leofwyr kills one of the wrestlers. I slice up the other with one hand, pull the feisty lady behind my back with the other. She kicks the guy Leo shot in the kidneys. The second they're down, the choirboys stop chanting, open their eyeys, look at us, start chanting a different tune. Leo throws a flashbang. They are out cold.
Miguel is up and running. The fucker's turned invisible. I jump out, see some foot prints in the sand. The manhunt becomes a jogging exercise. I spray the air with a couple rounds. He yelps. And looses blood. Lots. Leo catches up. takes the lead since he follows the blood trail. One of the bullets must have knicked a very important artery.
While I can hear Pointy whining about not wanting to slash the boyband's throats we track him to some alley and he's trapped. He hits us with some fire bomb. Leo throws a grenade. The alley pretty much implodes. The house burned down just fine either.
20 K each. And a favour. Well ... Jimmy actually suggests we got lucky with saarebas. Tool kit and Pointy try to reason with me. Well. Ol' mcNullty will receive the bill for a brand new truck. With armor.
If he's not: Don't kill him. Crystal.
His mates arrive in the evening, they pull the blinders. Leo has a microphone. They're chanting in aztec. This is friggin weird. And as much as i need some action, i don't like it. The executive pulls up and enters. Leo wants to unlock the door. Aaron spots a fire spirit, Leo tries to escape, barely manages.
Leofwyr does no damage either. But it takes a couple hits from me. And then this stupid mega torch attacks my car. Rips it apart. Now I am angry. Leofwyr and I attack it full force. It dies right there on the spot. We head to the door. I take it down. It's ugly inside. Three men wrestle with the executive. Circle of blood. Some altar thingy. Six men do the choirboy-routine. Leofwyr kills one of the wrestlers. I slice up the other with one hand, pull the feisty lady behind my back with the other. She kicks the guy Leo shot in the kidneys. The second they're down, the choirboys stop chanting, open their eyeys, look at us, start chanting a different tune. Leo throws a flashbang. They are out cold.
Miguel is up and running. The fucker's turned invisible. I jump out, see some foot prints in the sand. The manhunt becomes a jogging exercise. I spray the air with a couple rounds. He yelps. And looses blood. Lots. Leo catches up. takes the lead since he follows the blood trail. One of the bullets must have knicked a very important artery.
While I can hear Pointy whining about not wanting to slash the boyband's throats we track him to some alley and he's trapped. He hits us with some fire bomb. Leo throws a grenade. The alley pretty much implodes. The house burned down just fine either.
20 K each. And a favour. Well ... Jimmy actually suggests we got lucky with saarebas. Tool kit and Pointy try to reason with me. Well. Ol' mcNullty will receive the bill for a brand new truck. With armor.
