focus my push on the barrel of their guns and wave my arms to the side. The new guys crash into the walls on each side of me knocking their weapons free. This is not the first time that I’ve done this move, but it is the first time I’ve seen two idiots holding their guns so tight. Normally, I’m happy if I disarm the morons. Something tells me that I’ll be waiting for this result from now on.
I reach down, pick up one of the pistols, and level it at idiot one.
“Now, take me to Nal or you will find this gun in a rather unpleasant area.”
Idiot two stands up and walks me to the suite.
“Mitch, glad to see you. Guess those cops won’t be bothering us anymore, eh?” Nal says. If you had the balls to say it, he is a rather nerdy guy. The last guy you would expect to see running a crime ring. What he makes up in looks though, he makes up in brains. In times like this, the later is more important.
“Not unless they raise from the dead. Took down the whole pack. The sheriff I got in his sleep, nice and clean. The others,” I pause for dramatic effect. “I can’t really tell you what I did to them. You may want to get a few guys out there to take pictures, though. Was the best display yet.”
“Doesn’t it ever bother you, the work I have you do?”
“I’ll be honest. I’d rather be in sales.” If there was a sales job open now, I would probably take it. The problem is that those jobs used to pay in cash. While we still use the same currency, supplies are now much more valuable. Believe me, I miss the days when you could buy two cans of corn for a dollar.
Nal laughs leading me to one of the side rooms. He opens the door revealing a nice large cache of food and other supplies. Mainly can can goods and ammunition. This is the modern version of Fort Knox, unless someone figured out how we can eat gold. While I am standing in a sea of wealth, over in the corner is my prize.
Behind the crossbow and leaning stack of sniper rifles is a sword. Not any sword, but the sword used by the angel Tamiel. He was one of the first angels to come down after the Rising and one of the first to die. This is why I never even considered the Marines after high school. Sometimes it just doesn’t pay to be in a hurry.
I really don’t care that Tamiel owned it before Nal got his mitts on it. I just want the blade to help with my demon problems.
“Where’d you get her?” I ask, trying not to cut myself while trying to do some Jackie Chan moves with it.
“Couple of my boys picked it up on the riverfront. They say Tam died there, trying to shut down the rift.”
It makes sense. Not long after the Rising, a pack of demons had come straight into St. Louis. They planned to use the arch to create one large portal straight to the hells.
Yes, there are more than one. I’ve seen at least three of them. Ole Eunie tells me he has seen eight, but I digress.
They were attempting to do a flat-out hostile takeover of the Midwest. Something similar to what Hitler tried in World War II. Tamiel led the group that moved in to destroy the portal. He supposedly died destroying the portal. When the portal went, half of the Landing went with it. So much for the beautification initiative a few years back.
“Well Nal, it has been a pleasure, as always.” I put the sword back in its sheath and attach it to my belt. I’m three steps from the door when I hear my name.
“They found something else while they were downtown that you may be interested in.”
I turn around and look straight at Nal. The bastard knew how to get my attention, I’ll give him that. “And that is?”
He holds up a small black notebook. It almost looks like my sister’s old diary that I may or may not have read a few dozen times. “Blaine’s journal. It is full of notes on how he was able to control his demon.”
“You always believe everything you read?” I say. “You can’t control them. You just set up a mutually acceptable working agreement ahead
I reach down, pick up one of the pistols, and level it at idiot one.
“Now, take me to Nal or you will find this gun in a rather unpleasant area.”
Idiot two stands up and walks me to the suite.
“Mitch, glad to see you. Guess those cops won’t be bothering us anymore, eh?” Nal says. If you had the balls to say it, he is a rather nerdy guy. The last guy you would expect to see running a crime ring. What he makes up in looks though, he makes up in brains. In times like this, the later is more important.
“Not unless they raise from the dead. Took down the whole pack. The sheriff I got in his sleep, nice and clean. The others,” I pause for dramatic effect. “I can’t really tell you what I did to them. You may want to get a few guys out there to take pictures, though. Was the best display yet.”
“Doesn’t it ever bother you, the work I have you do?”
“I’ll be honest. I’d rather be in sales.” If there was a sales job open now, I would probably take it. The problem is that those jobs used to pay in cash. While we still use the same currency, supplies are now much more valuable. Believe me, I miss the days when you could buy two cans of corn for a dollar.
Nal laughs leading me to one of the side rooms. He opens the door revealing a nice large cache of food and other supplies. Mainly can can goods and ammunition. This is the modern version of Fort Knox, unless someone figured out how we can eat gold. While I am standing in a sea of wealth, over in the corner is my prize.
Behind the crossbow and leaning stack of sniper rifles is a sword. Not any sword, but the sword used by the angel Tamiel. He was one of the first angels to come down after the Rising and one of the first to die. This is why I never even considered the Marines after high school. Sometimes it just doesn’t pay to be in a hurry.
I really don’t care that Tamiel owned it before Nal got his mitts on it. I just want the blade to help with my demon problems.
“Where’d you get her?” I ask, trying not to cut myself while trying to do some Jackie Chan moves with it.
“Couple of my boys picked it up on the riverfront. They say Tam died there, trying to shut down the rift.”
It makes sense. Not long after the Rising, a pack of demons had come straight into St. Louis. They planned to use the arch to create one large portal straight to the hells.
Yes, there are more than one. I’ve seen at least three of them. Ole Eunie tells me he has seen eight, but I digress.
They were attempting to do a flat-out hostile takeover of the Midwest. Something similar to what Hitler tried in World War II. Tamiel led the group that moved in to destroy the portal. He supposedly died destroying the portal. When the portal went, half of the Landing went with it. So much for the beautification initiative a few years back.
“Well Nal, it has been a pleasure, as always.” I put the sword back in its sheath and attach it to my belt. I’m three steps from the door when I hear my name.
“They found something else while they were downtown that you may be interested in.”
I turn around and look straight at Nal. The bastard knew how to get my attention, I’ll give him that. “And that is?”
He holds up a small black notebook. It almost looks like my sister’s old diary that I may or may not have read a few dozen times. “Blaine’s journal. It is full of notes on how he was able to control his demon.”
“You always believe everything you read?” I say. “You can’t control them. You just set up a mutually acceptable working agreement ahead
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