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IJAJID - wip

OK page 2 

need I say this is mine all mine?

I hate Powers that Be.  You spend so much time moving around in my line of work that there is no point in learning the names of the people who run a city.  It doesn’t matter; after all, they are all the same.  I dump the body of the dead werewolf on the floor of the office in front of The Power that is here tonight, an older man.  I wonder what he would be like in his other form. 

 

“It’s done.  Pay me and I’ll get out of your city,” cheeky I guess but I can’t help it. 

 

“His heart?” on of the Powers asks.

 

“This?” I ask dropping it on the body.  It doesn’t go splat because I have it in a zip lock, I like to be neat; I hate to have blood in my pockets.

 

“Good,” the Power says and then after a time he says, “how are you finding our city?”

 

“Bathory? It’s as nice as anywhere.  Nice museums, the traffic sucks.”

 

“And Mr. O’Connell?”  I’m surprised the Power brought up Kevin, but I don’t let it show, “You didn’t know I knew about young Mr. O’Connell?  He is from here you know, and to rise to this level of society, one needs to be able to keep track of the children of the society,” the old man smiles at me. 

 

“I suppose you do.” 

 

“Then you know how he feels about being back in the city?”

 

“I haven’t thought to ask,” it’s true I haven’t asked him how he likes being at home.  Kevin seems happy where ever we are, so I’ve stopped asking. 

 

“Well, you should.  I have been empowered to offer you a job.  Think of it, no more wandering from town to town.  You could have a home, a real home.  I’m sure Mr. O’Connell would like to come home to stay; after all wandering isn’t in his blood the way it obviously is in yours.” Yeah, wolves always bring that up, like anything that isn’t a pure perfect Wolf must be a wandering Jackal.  Nothing against Jackals, some of my best friends are Jackals.  “Well you talk to your young man and get back to us,” he pushes my check across his desk and then a small box joins it, “as a token of affection,” I flip the box open and look at the ring, silver with the shape of knives inlayed in gold, “A signet ring.”

 

“Yes, I see.”

 

“All the details are in with your check.  We need a person who can handle our problems for us, before they get to the point they were at tonight.”

 

“I’ll think about it, and I’ll talk to Kevin.  I’ll send word back in a few days.” 

 

“Good, I’m glad if you will consider Bathory for your permanent home.”

 

Comments

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trystan830
Jun. 24th, 2006 07:37 pm (UTC)
this is really cool; honest! :D
bodgei
Jun. 25th, 2006 03:46 pm (UTC)
thanks! I have about 20 more pages... I think I got this one to 22 pages in the end - mind you it wasn't finished I just er- stopped. I have that problem. I don't know why I an never finish anything...
trystan830
Jun. 25th, 2006 08:21 pm (UTC)
i have no idea either. ;)
bodgei
Jun. 25th, 2006 08:52 pm (UTC)
ah well I de rail easly
trystan830
Jun. 25th, 2006 08:52 pm (UTC)
ahh, ok then.
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