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Josh didn't see anyone. Then a cloth was yanked off his eyes. Josh blinked. He still couldn't see anything. The entire room was pitch black. Then two eyes opened and shone in the darkness, blood red. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho are you?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked, keeping a waver out of his voice. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho are you?├óÔé¼┬Ø the eyes asked, slowly moving from side to side. Josh frowned ├óÔé¼┼ôI know you didn't just kidnap me at random├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you want?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI want you're death├óÔé¼┬Ø the eyes said, slowly moving around to Josh's side ├óÔé¼┼ôBut thats just me. My boss would like to talk with you first├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Then a door opened, bringing light into the room. The eyes sank back, staying in shadow. But Josh got a silhouette of a stooped, crouching figure. In the doorway stood another man, features impossible to see behind the light. He walked into the room and said ├óÔé¼┼ôLouis leave├óÔé¼┬Ø. The two eyes turned away from Josh and ran out of the room. Josh caught a glimpse of something wet and slimy, but then it was gone through the door way. Then the door closed and the room was plunged into darkness. Then the light came on and Josh looked at the man. He wore a very plain suit, and held a cigarette at the end of a long cigarette holder.
He was also a vampire. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôWho the hell are you?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI am who I am├óÔé¼┬Ø The vampire said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut you can call me the Prince├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're a Prince?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo...I am The Prince├óÔé¼┬Ø Prince said ├óÔé¼┼ôThat is who I am, and I want to know what you're doing in Cuba├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI mean why would the world famous vampire Hunter Joshua Smith come to Cuba├óÔé¼┬Ø Prince said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy...why is that?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh was about to say something, but Prince cut him off. ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôHe decided to top his slaying of Prince Maxwell and the Cartel by taking out the next drug runner in line. The Prince of Cuba├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh was shocked. Thats what this was about. ├óÔé¼┼ôI...I'm retired├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. Prince blinked ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôI told you├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôI came to Cuba on honeymoon├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Prince looked flummoxed ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry. I thought that was a fellow operative├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôA fellow Operative?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked ├óÔé¼┼ôThats my WIFE!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI heard she personally ripped Adolph Hitler's arms off and beat him to death with them├óÔé¼┬Ø The Prince said, still looking flummoxed. ├óÔé¼┼ôShe did├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, looking a bit smug ├óÔé¼┼ôSaved my life├óÔé¼┬Ø. Prince smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôI am so sorry for the kidnapping├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôLet me take you back to your rooms├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said as the Prince unlocked his chains and letting him out of his chair. They walked out of the surprisingly small facilities and onto the streets. After ten or so minuets they found the hotel. ├óÔé¼┼ôHave a nice day├óÔé¼┬Ø Prince said.
As he walked away, Josh wondered if he should go after the Prince of Cuba. He was a drug runner, like Prince Maxwell and the Cartel and needed to be caught. But he was retired. And the last time Josh decided to go after someone he was facing not just his death...but Sally's as well. So he walked into the lobby and then into the elevators inside the lobby. Josh pressed the open door button. After a few moments the elevator opened.
Sally's pistol discharged in her hands when she saw Josh. The bullet bounced off the upper right corner of the elevator. Josh winced ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy do you have a gun?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, slowly holstering the pistol as screams and shouts rang out in the lobby ├óÔé¼┼ôI though you had been kidnapped├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôI got that cleared up├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGet that gun!├óÔé¼┬Ø someone shouted in the lobby. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry!├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôIt was an accident├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôAn accident?├óÔé¼┬Ø the clerk almost giggled ├óÔé¼┼ôGun fights, locks broken...whats next? Ghosts!├óÔé¼┬Ø. The maid he was ranting to shrugged. Sally and Josh road the elevators up as the police arrived in the hotel, guns ready.
Steve herd a knock. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan we have our kids back?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôThank god├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said softly. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey weren't that bad where they?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve held up his arms and showed Sally the claw marks that marred them from wrist to elbow. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said as the kids smelt her and ran barreling into her legs. She picked them up, a hard task as they kept squirming and yipping excitedly. Sally smiled as Steve ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Steve nodded and closed the door. It slowly opened again without its lock. Steve looked at Sandra, who was still reading her book. ├óÔé¼┼ôHoney├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going to get a new lock for this door├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sandra grunted something.
Sally dropped the kids into her room and smiled at them. They seemed overjoyed to be 'home' again. The shower was running and Josh was presumably in there. Sally poured a big bowl of milk and added a touch of wolfsbane. She made sure they would have enough for when the full moon came around, and set the bowl on the ground. The kids lapped it up. Then they fell on the ground, completely placated. Their fur retracted and the claws vanished. Four very tiny human shaped children lay on the ground, tails twitching slowly. Sally picked them up and placed them on the bed. ├óÔé¼┼ôSleep tight├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said to the kids. She kissed each of them on the forehead, smiling at them.
Sally stood up and stretched slightly. Running around town looking for Josh had not been the easiest or most efficient thing to do. But now he was back and everything was fine. Sally walked to the bathroom door and slipped it open. Josh was facing the opposite wall and didn't see or hear her come in. Sally let her pants drop to the floor, slowly walking to the shower door. She threw her shirt behind her and slid the door open. Josh jumped and turned around. Sally cut off whatever he was going to say by kissing him.
├óÔé¼┼ôNothing much has happened├óÔé¼┬Ø Cortez said, looking through the binoculars. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't believe it├óÔé¼┬Ø Prince said through the radio that Cortez had with him ├óÔé¼┼ôHe has to be here for my head├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI say it├óÔé¼┬Ø Cortez said ├óÔé¼┼ôRight now he's...banging his wife in the shower├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not his wife├óÔé¼┬Ø Cortez said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts a fellow operative. I'm sure of it. My friends tipped me off. Why would he lie?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Cortez sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôThey have four kids├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôDid you really think the one and only Joshua Smith would leave a gap like that in his cover?├óÔé¼┬Ø the Prince asked. Cortez sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôNow he's...that looks like fun├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Steve walked through the labyrinthine hallways of the hotel. It seemed to be completely abandoned, and that was starting to creep Steve out. He shook himself. He was being silly. Some strange visions, when drunk no less, were not something to panic over. He found a door labeled 'Maintenance'. Maybe someone in there could help him. He opened the door and found the room to be empty. What a surprise. There were shelves on the walls with boxes and tools of unknown intent. Maybe he could get a new lock there.
He started to rummage through the boxes. Then he accidentally knocked one over. He reached down and picked it up. He stood up and saw a gun barrel poking out of the hole that the box had been covering. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the-├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve started to say. Then he ducked and bullets sprayed out of the rifle. The box's on the other side of the wall exploded into bits, bullets tearing through them. Steve curled into a fetal position, ricochets bouncing off the metal shelves every once and a while. Then the entire shelf he was hiding behind collapsed, almost crushing him. It seemed as if the entire right wall of the room was a fake. Ten unwashed, camouflaged men stood there, all of them with bushy beards.
Steve rolled over the shelf and stood up. The men aimed their strange guns at him. They looked like a assault rifle, but they had a lot of wood in their construction and banana shaped magazines. The leader of the group shouted something in Spanish. Steve raised his hands ├óÔé¼┼ôI no...hablo...er...Espanol├óÔé¼┬Ø he said with a horrible accent. The leader said something that sounded very much like a ├óÔé¼┼ôshoot him├óÔé¼┬Ø order. Steve dived for the door just before the machine guns opened up again. He slammed the door and started to run down the hallway. The door bust open and the men ran out. One of them squeezed off two shots. Both whiffed past Steve's head. Then he went round the corner.
Sandra was walking out of the room, ready to head to the lobby. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe need to get out of here now!├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve shouted, running down the hall. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat is-├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra started. Then Steve grabbed her and hauled her around the corner as the men came around the corner he had just came around. Bullets shredded Steve's door. Steve and Sandra got to the elevator. The door opened and a elderly gent looked at them. Steve and Sandra shoved in and slammed their fingers down on the close door button. ├óÔé¼┼ôI...er..├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo time├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra said. Steve nodded and slammed down his finger on the floor One button. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's going-├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric started. Then bullets bounced off the door, twanging loudly in the enclosed area. Then the elevator started going down.
Fidel swore loudly. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe saw us!├óÔé¼┬Ø he shouted at his second ├óÔé¼┼ôHe saw us and now he can tell the government!├óÔé¼┬Ø. His second nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôWe might have to go back into the Jungle├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Fidel said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis is too perfect a place...send Hernandez after the capitalist├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHernandez?├óÔé¼┬Ø his second asked ├óÔé¼┼ôBut he's...so new├óÔé¼┬Ø. Fidel nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI know├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I believe in him. Send Hernandez and get ready to move our meeting place to the basement. Warn our...friend├óÔé¼┬Ø. His second nodded, running his fingers through his beard ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø.
The elevator door opened. ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks for waiting├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said. Eric was still staring at the elevator door, where bullet's had made a thousand tiny dents. Sandra walked out after her husband and the door closed behind them. Eric turned around and pressed the button for his room. He felt as if he was going to collapse at any moment. The door opened and Ginger stood outside, bags under her eyes. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh, hi Eric├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôHI Ginger├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're up...late├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger nodded, yawning ├óÔé¼┼ôI just needed to get my supplies together├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôTogether for what?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI need to hit the jungles. Thats supposedly where one Fidel Castro is hiding├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI was just going to see if I can find a man I know. He's got some things I need├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said. A man. By that she must mean a lover. For some reason he felt very very disappointed. Eric smacked himself mentally. Just because she knew a man doesn't mean she had a lover. And even so...he was twice her age. What was he thinking. He shook himself and said something he really didn't expect to. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan I help?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked. Eric drew himself to full height ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger...you are a good person and I would hate to see you die because no one kept the sunlight off you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger blushed, about to say something. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd also...even though the Great War occurred right next door, practically, I still realize that...I've never gone on...well...an adventure├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger blinked ├óÔé¼┼ôAdventure?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked ├óÔé¼┼ôAdventures are not fun├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôI know├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut...I like you Ginger├óÔé¼┬Ø. There he had gone and said it. ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI like you too├óÔé¼┬Ø. Eric blinked ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd I would by honored if I could accompany you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger nodded slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't expect it too be fun├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôAll I really need is someone to make sure I sleep okay├óÔé¼┬Ø. Eric nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôVery well├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Ginger stepped into the elevator as Eric stepped out. Then she stood on her tip toes and pecked him on the cheek. Then the elevator door closed. Eric stood there. Then he slowly cricked out his head and said ├óÔé¼┼ôI must be crazy├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Josh didn't see anyone. Then a cloth was yanked off his eyes. Josh blinked. He still couldn't see anything. The entire room was pitch black. Then two eyes opened and shone in the darkness, blood red. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho are you?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked, keeping a waver out of his voice. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho are you?├óÔé¼┬Ø the eyes asked, slowly moving from side to side. Josh frowned ├óÔé¼┼ôI know you didn't just kidnap me at random├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you want?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI want you're death├óÔé¼┬Ø the eyes said, slowly moving around to Josh's side ├óÔé¼┼ôBut thats just me. My boss would like to talk with you first├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Then a door opened, bringing light into the room. The eyes sank back, staying in shadow. But Josh got a silhouette of a stooped, crouching figure. In the doorway stood another man, features impossible to see behind the light. He walked into the room and said ├óÔé¼┼ôLouis leave├óÔé¼┬Ø. The two eyes turned away from Josh and ran out of the room. Josh caught a glimpse of something wet and slimy, but then it was gone through the door way. Then the door closed and the room was plunged into darkness. Then the light came on and Josh looked at the man. He wore a very plain suit, and held a cigarette at the end of a long cigarette holder.
He was also a vampire. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôWho the hell are you?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI am who I am├óÔé¼┬Ø The vampire said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut you can call me the Prince├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're a Prince?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo...I am The Prince├óÔé¼┬Ø Prince said ├óÔé¼┼ôThat is who I am, and I want to know what you're doing in Cuba├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI mean why would the world famous vampire Hunter Joshua Smith come to Cuba├óÔé¼┬Ø Prince said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy...why is that?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh was about to say something, but Prince cut him off. ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôHe decided to top his slaying of Prince Maxwell and the Cartel by taking out the next drug runner in line. The Prince of Cuba├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh was shocked. Thats what this was about. ├óÔé¼┼ôI...I'm retired├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. Prince blinked ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôI told you├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôI came to Cuba on honeymoon├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Prince looked flummoxed ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry. I thought that was a fellow operative├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôA fellow Operative?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked ├óÔé¼┼ôThats my WIFE!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI heard she personally ripped Adolph Hitler's arms off and beat him to death with them├óÔé¼┬Ø The Prince said, still looking flummoxed. ├óÔé¼┼ôShe did├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, looking a bit smug ├óÔé¼┼ôSaved my life├óÔé¼┬Ø. Prince smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôI am so sorry for the kidnapping├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôLet me take you back to your rooms├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said as the Prince unlocked his chains and letting him out of his chair. They walked out of the surprisingly small facilities and onto the streets. After ten or so minuets they found the hotel. ├óÔé¼┼ôHave a nice day├óÔé¼┬Ø Prince said.
As he walked away, Josh wondered if he should go after the Prince of Cuba. He was a drug runner, like Prince Maxwell and the Cartel and needed to be caught. But he was retired. And the last time Josh decided to go after someone he was facing not just his death...but Sally's as well. So he walked into the lobby and then into the elevators inside the lobby. Josh pressed the open door button. After a few moments the elevator opened.
Sally's pistol discharged in her hands when she saw Josh. The bullet bounced off the upper right corner of the elevator. Josh winced ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy do you have a gun?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, slowly holstering the pistol as screams and shouts rang out in the lobby ├óÔé¼┼ôI though you had been kidnapped├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôI got that cleared up├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGet that gun!├óÔé¼┬Ø someone shouted in the lobby. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry!├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôIt was an accident├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôAn accident?├óÔé¼┬Ø the clerk almost giggled ├óÔé¼┼ôGun fights, locks broken...whats next? Ghosts!├óÔé¼┬Ø. The maid he was ranting to shrugged. Sally and Josh road the elevators up as the police arrived in the hotel, guns ready.
Steve herd a knock. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan we have our kids back?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôThank god├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said softly. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey weren't that bad where they?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve held up his arms and showed Sally the claw marks that marred them from wrist to elbow. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said as the kids smelt her and ran barreling into her legs. She picked them up, a hard task as they kept squirming and yipping excitedly. Sally smiled as Steve ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Steve nodded and closed the door. It slowly opened again without its lock. Steve looked at Sandra, who was still reading her book. ├óÔé¼┼ôHoney├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going to get a new lock for this door├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sandra grunted something.
Sally dropped the kids into her room and smiled at them. They seemed overjoyed to be 'home' again. The shower was running and Josh was presumably in there. Sally poured a big bowl of milk and added a touch of wolfsbane. She made sure they would have enough for when the full moon came around, and set the bowl on the ground. The kids lapped it up. Then they fell on the ground, completely placated. Their fur retracted and the claws vanished. Four very tiny human shaped children lay on the ground, tails twitching slowly. Sally picked them up and placed them on the bed. ├óÔé¼┼ôSleep tight├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said to the kids. She kissed each of them on the forehead, smiling at them.
Sally stood up and stretched slightly. Running around town looking for Josh had not been the easiest or most efficient thing to do. But now he was back and everything was fine. Sally walked to the bathroom door and slipped it open. Josh was facing the opposite wall and didn't see or hear her come in. Sally let her pants drop to the floor, slowly walking to the shower door. She threw her shirt behind her and slid the door open. Josh jumped and turned around. Sally cut off whatever he was going to say by kissing him.
├óÔé¼┼ôNothing much has happened├óÔé¼┬Ø Cortez said, looking through the binoculars. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't believe it├óÔé¼┬Ø Prince said through the radio that Cortez had with him ├óÔé¼┼ôHe has to be here for my head├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI say it├óÔé¼┬Ø Cortez said ├óÔé¼┼ôRight now he's...banging his wife in the shower├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not his wife├óÔé¼┬Ø Cortez said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts a fellow operative. I'm sure of it. My friends tipped me off. Why would he lie?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Cortez sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôThey have four kids├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôDid you really think the one and only Joshua Smith would leave a gap like that in his cover?├óÔé¼┬Ø the Prince asked. Cortez sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôNow he's...that looks like fun├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Steve walked through the labyrinthine hallways of the hotel. It seemed to be completely abandoned, and that was starting to creep Steve out. He shook himself. He was being silly. Some strange visions, when drunk no less, were not something to panic over. He found a door labeled 'Maintenance'. Maybe someone in there could help him. He opened the door and found the room to be empty. What a surprise. There were shelves on the walls with boxes and tools of unknown intent. Maybe he could get a new lock there.
He started to rummage through the boxes. Then he accidentally knocked one over. He reached down and picked it up. He stood up and saw a gun barrel poking out of the hole that the box had been covering. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the-├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve started to say. Then he ducked and bullets sprayed out of the rifle. The box's on the other side of the wall exploded into bits, bullets tearing through them. Steve curled into a fetal position, ricochets bouncing off the metal shelves every once and a while. Then the entire shelf he was hiding behind collapsed, almost crushing him. It seemed as if the entire right wall of the room was a fake. Ten unwashed, camouflaged men stood there, all of them with bushy beards.
Steve rolled over the shelf and stood up. The men aimed their strange guns at him. They looked like a assault rifle, but they had a lot of wood in their construction and banana shaped magazines. The leader of the group shouted something in Spanish. Steve raised his hands ├óÔé¼┼ôI no...hablo...er...Espanol├óÔé¼┬Ø he said with a horrible accent. The leader said something that sounded very much like a ├óÔé¼┼ôshoot him├óÔé¼┬Ø order. Steve dived for the door just before the machine guns opened up again. He slammed the door and started to run down the hallway. The door bust open and the men ran out. One of them squeezed off two shots. Both whiffed past Steve's head. Then he went round the corner.
Sandra was walking out of the room, ready to head to the lobby. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe need to get out of here now!├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve shouted, running down the hall. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat is-├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra started. Then Steve grabbed her and hauled her around the corner as the men came around the corner he had just came around. Bullets shredded Steve's door. Steve and Sandra got to the elevator. The door opened and a elderly gent looked at them. Steve and Sandra shoved in and slammed their fingers down on the close door button. ├óÔé¼┼ôI...er..├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo time├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra said. Steve nodded and slammed down his finger on the floor One button. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's going-├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric started. Then bullets bounced off the door, twanging loudly in the enclosed area. Then the elevator started going down.
Fidel swore loudly. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe saw us!├óÔé¼┬Ø he shouted at his second ├óÔé¼┼ôHe saw us and now he can tell the government!├óÔé¼┬Ø. His second nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôWe might have to go back into the Jungle├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Fidel said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis is too perfect a place...send Hernandez after the capitalist├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHernandez?├óÔé¼┬Ø his second asked ├óÔé¼┼ôBut he's...so new├óÔé¼┬Ø. Fidel nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI know├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I believe in him. Send Hernandez and get ready to move our meeting place to the basement. Warn our...friend├óÔé¼┬Ø. His second nodded, running his fingers through his beard ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø.
The elevator door opened. ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks for waiting├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said. Eric was still staring at the elevator door, where bullet's had made a thousand tiny dents. Sandra walked out after her husband and the door closed behind them. Eric turned around and pressed the button for his room. He felt as if he was going to collapse at any moment. The door opened and Ginger stood outside, bags under her eyes. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh, hi Eric├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôHI Ginger├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're up...late├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger nodded, yawning ├óÔé¼┼ôI just needed to get my supplies together├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôTogether for what?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI need to hit the jungles. Thats supposedly where one Fidel Castro is hiding├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI was just going to see if I can find a man I know. He's got some things I need├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said. A man. By that she must mean a lover. For some reason he felt very very disappointed. Eric smacked himself mentally. Just because she knew a man doesn't mean she had a lover. And even so...he was twice her age. What was he thinking. He shook himself and said something he really didn't expect to. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan I help?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked. Eric drew himself to full height ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger...you are a good person and I would hate to see you die because no one kept the sunlight off you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger blushed, about to say something. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd also...even though the Great War occurred right next door, practically, I still realize that...I've never gone on...well...an adventure├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger blinked ├óÔé¼┼ôAdventure?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked ├óÔé¼┼ôAdventures are not fun├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôI know├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut...I like you Ginger├óÔé¼┬Ø. There he had gone and said it. ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI like you too├óÔé¼┬Ø. Eric blinked ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd I would by honored if I could accompany you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger nodded slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't expect it too be fun├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôAll I really need is someone to make sure I sleep okay├óÔé¼┬Ø. Eric nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôVery well├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Ginger stepped into the elevator as Eric stepped out. Then she stood on her tip toes and pecked him on the cheek. Then the elevator door closed. Eric stood there. Then he slowly cricked out his head and said ├óÔé¼┼ôI must be crazy├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Luck, sex, drugs, overdose.
All of this...AND MORE!
Anyone else notice Sex or some variation of that is appearing ALL the time? I guess that I just like writing sex. I only hope you guys like reading sex, you perverts
Sally's tail beat a pattern against the wall and she howled. ├óÔé¼┼ôShhhhh├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, looking over his shoulder ├óÔé¼┼ôYou might wake the kids├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, not sounding sorry in the slightest. The shower continued to spray water down on them. Sally's tail continued to swish back and forth. Then Sally looked at Josh. He was still looking over his shoulder. ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. ├óÔé¼┼ôhmm?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôThere was something you're forgetting to do├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe whole sex part├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôNot that I'm complaining or any thin- oh!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Afterwards Sally toweled herself off. ├óÔé¼┼ôI love showers├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. Josh was busy looking out of the door, cracking it open slightly and looking out into the main room. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnything wrong?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts just...I feel like I'm being watched├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally sighed, walking up to him. She hugged him ├óÔé¼┼ôYou are being watched├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôBy a dirty peeping tom├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôReally?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked, turning around. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, grinning ├óÔé¼┼ôBut just in case lets give him a good show├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh looked into her eyes, wanting to say that he was tired and wanted to get some sleep. Then he leaned in and nipped her ear playfully.
Cortez watched through his binoculars, trying to get a slightly better view through the very small shower window. He was catching enough though. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh...├óÔé¼┬Ø he breathed, watching even more intently ├óÔé¼┼ôThis guy is either really in love...or he is really kinky...or both├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat? Why? Whats going on!├óÔé¼┬Ø The Prince asked, his voice squawking over the radio. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Cortez said ├óÔé¼┼ôFrom what I've seen...the woman has a thing for getting bit on the ear. Things with the ear, I've noticed. Oh...wow...she's just going to town on that├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat? Going to town on what?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Prince asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn├óÔé¼┬Ø Cortez murmured ├óÔé¼┼ôI think they are actually married├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat? Why!├óÔé¼┬Ø the Prince demanded. ├óÔé¼┼ôDefinitely married├óÔé¼┬Ø Cortez said ├óÔé¼┼ôI think you might have been lied too├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Sally cleaned herself off again. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis time├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis time we will make it to the bed room with our clothes on├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis time├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, nodding. Sally leaned over the sink and splashed some cold water in her face. Her ears flattened with displesure, looking at herself in the mirror. Her tail slowly moved from left to right. Josh walked up behind her ├óÔé¼┼ôI think├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôThat I am a filthy lier├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally groaned ├óÔé¼┼ôMe too├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, turning around and sitting up on the sink. Then she was pushed back into the mirror.
├óÔé¼┼ôThey are at it again?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Prince asked. Cortez's voice came over a bit garbled on the radio. ├óÔé¼┼ôStop surveillance├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI think that...I've been lied too├óÔé¼┬Ø he shot a nasty glance at Dracula. Dracula, who's face was covered by a thick hood, looked offended. Witch was impressive, seeing as how his face was nearly invisible. The Prince switched off the radio and looked at Dracula ├óÔé¼┼ôVladimir├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, lighting up a cigar ├óÔé¼┼ôYou really need to NOT lie to me├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI did not Lie├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said ├óÔé¼┼ôI just omitted truth. I said two operatives have come to kill you. I just forgot to tell you that they are married├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø The Prince said, shaking his head ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't buy it├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Dracula looked more offended, if that were possible. ├óÔé¼┼ôI├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôhave been researching these two for the past three months. That and some...other work on the side├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou might want to tell me about that some time├óÔé¼┬Ø the Prince said, looking at Dracula. ├óÔé¼┼ôAbout what?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôAbout you're...other work├óÔé¼┬Ø The Prince said. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh that├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said, pulling out his wallet. His scarred hand flipped the wallet open. The Prince eyed it. ├óÔé¼┼ôIs that...real?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôAs real as you or me├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said, flipping his wallet closed ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd I did do a job for them too├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Prince cackled ├óÔé¼┼ôYou might want to tell me more about that some time. But first I would like to send an official apology to Joshua Smith├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Sally heard the knock first. Then Josh stopped and looked up, her tail brushing his face slightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôIs that someone at the door?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think so├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, stepping away from her backside and grabbed his pants. He pulled them on as Sally turned away from the wall, arms crossed over her chest. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll go so who it is├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. Sally grabbed him and held him back ├óÔé¼┼ôlet me├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. She walked to the door. ├óÔé¼┼ôSally├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou might need some clothes├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. Josh tossed her a shirt, one of his. She put it on ├óÔé¼┼ôSmells nice├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, sniffing it. It was also long enough to reach slightly below her pelvis. She opened the door. ├óÔé¼┼ôDelivery for Joshua Smith├óÔé¼┬Ø A man said.
He was wearing a black trench coat, black hat, black sunglasses, black pants and black shirt. Sally blinked. He looked familer. ├óÔé¼┼ôUh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø. The man gave her the package and Sally closed the door. Sally put the package on the desk top, quietly. The kids were still sleeping, very peacefully. They looked so much more cute when they were humans. ├óÔé¼┼ôThey look so much more cute when they are wolf cubs├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts strange, I know├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally jumped, turning around. She hadn't heard him walk up behind her. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhats the package?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, extending a claw on her ring finger and sliding that finger down the box. The box slipped open and Sally looked over the contents.
It was a collection of vials filled with white powder. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhats this?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked, picking up the vial. She undid the stopper ├óÔé¼┼ôLet me check├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôSally wai-!├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh almost shouted. Sally sniffed at the white powder. Then she stood straight, her eyes dilating. Her ears stuck straight out and her tail shot straight out. Then she poured more of the powder ├óÔé¼┼ôMore!├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, shoving her nose into it and inhaling deeply. ├óÔé¼┼ôSally!├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh grabbed her. ├óÔé¼┼ôMine!├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally elbowed him in the chest. Josh grunted, feeling the air rush out of him. Sally shoved her nose into the pile and inhaled even deeper. Then she collapsed and started to twitch.
├óÔé¼┼ôYou're very lucky to be alive├óÔé¼┬Ø The doctor said. Sally groaned ├óÔé¼┼ôMy head doesn't feel alive├óÔé¼┬Ø She moaned. Josh was sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. ├óÔé¼┼ôCocaine is no joke├óÔé¼┬Ø The doctor said ├óÔé¼┼ôLegally and otherwise├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI didn't know├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, her voice throaty ├óÔé¼┼ôIt just felt so good├óÔé¼┬Ø. She looked horribly depressed. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're going to be feeling pretty down for the next week├óÔé¼┬Ø the doctor said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd the effects from the O.D are going to last the next two days. We'll be keeping you're wife under watch. Sometimes overdosing can make people just want to O.D again. We need to keep you're wife away from drugs├óÔé¼┬Ø. Joshua stood up ├óÔé¼┼ôMy wife dose not do drugs├óÔé¼┬Ø he said slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôShe will never do drugs ever again├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôMy head says so├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôIt hurts like a son of a bitch├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh patted her head ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll stay here├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôShe's in no danger├óÔé¼┬Ø the doctor said. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll stay here├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said again. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø the doctor said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe police have requested an invert view with both of you. Would you mind taking it now?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNot at all├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm game├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally groaned. The doctor nodded and two police officers walk in. ├óÔé¼┼ôHello├óÔé¼┬Ø the first one said ├óÔé¼┼ôI am Officer Montoya, and this is Officer Wishbourn and we would like to ask you a few questions├óÔé¼┬Ø. Montoya pulled out a clip board and a pen and said ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere did you get the drugs in question?├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôA man gave it to me├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôSaid it was a delivery for Josh├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôA delivery?├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya asked, writing down the words. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally nodded. ├óÔé¼┼ôDid you ask for this delivery?├óÔé¼┬Ø Wishbourn asked, looking at Josh. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôIn fact I have no idea who sent it or why├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya said ├óÔé¼┼ôand did you get a good look at this man?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. ├óÔé¼┼ôKind of, but...but he was wearing all black and lots of coats and sunglasses and a hat├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya said, closing his pen ├óÔé¼┼ôI know that one of you is lying├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause security footage from the hotel shows that no one was outside of you're room for three hours before you reported taking the drugs├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya said.
Ginger walked through the jungle, Eric trailing him. ├óÔé¼┼ôNothing├óÔé¼┬Ø He puffed ├óÔé¼┼ôLike a good walk├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you okay?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked, looking at him. ├óÔé¼┼ôFine├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôJust fine├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôLets take a quick break├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, pulling out her canteen. The jungle was unnerving by day. It was terrifying at night. Eric looked pointedly at Ginger, not wanting to think of everything that was crawling around Them. Then a snake dropped onto his shoulder. ├óÔé¼┼ôAH!├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric shouted, batting the snake away. It snapped at him, but didn't catch his fingers. Ginger stepped on it, crushing its skull under her foot. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sick of these god damned snakes in this god damned Jungle├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger muttered. Eric nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI can believe that├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Then Ginger held up her hand ├óÔé¼┼ôWait├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôBe very still├óÔé¼┬Ø. She reached for her machete, witch they had been using to clear the underbrush so they could walk easily. ├óÔé¼┼ôDuck├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said. Eric, not thinking, ducked. Ginger's body blurred and her machete sunk half way into the tree right next to Eric. Then something hard and about the size of a ball hit Eric's back. It rolled onto the ground and something crashed down behind him. He stood up and looked around. A now headless corpse lay on the ground. ├óÔé¼┼ôZombies├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôThats...just great...come on lets go├óÔé¼┬Ø. She started to hack through the underbrush. She cleared away some breaches. Then a zombie stared back at her.
Ginger brought her machete around. Then the upper half of the zombie's head flew off its body. The zombie dropped onto the ground. Ginger sighed and pulled out a gun and gave it to Eric. Eric hefted the strange gun ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôIf a zombie grabs you, put the gun to its head and pull the trigger. Nothing simpler├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts a nice Luger, so don't lose it├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôLuger?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric asked. Ginger smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôYou know├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm glad to finally find someone who doesn't know what it is. That makes me feel much better about the world for some reason├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Steve slowly looked around through the small slit that was afforded him. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey've stopped chasing us├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou may be used to this but I'm really really not used to standing IN A GOD DAMNED SEWER!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said, pushing the man hole up and out of the ground. He climbed out of the sewers and helped Sandra out. They were both pretty rank smelling. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's going on?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have no idea├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôLets find May and Jess. Maybe they can help us├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Steve and Sandra didn't know they were being followed. As they walked down the street, wary and nervous, Hernandez slipped through the very sparse crowd, following them. He had a good shot, so he pulled out his nine millimeter silence pistol and aimed. Steve bent over and picked up a quarter. A bullet shot over the air that was above him and he stood. The bullet twanged off a far wall, not hitting anyone or anything of importance. Hernandez quickly put his gun away before someone saw exactly what he was doing. Then Steve and Sandra went around the corner. ├óÔé¼┼ôSee├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI found a quarter. Must be my lucky day├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sandra rolled her eyes.
All of this...AND MORE!
Anyone else notice Sex or some variation of that is appearing ALL the time? I guess that I just like writing sex. I only hope you guys like reading sex, you perverts
Sally's tail beat a pattern against the wall and she howled. ├óÔé¼┼ôShhhhh├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, looking over his shoulder ├óÔé¼┼ôYou might wake the kids├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, not sounding sorry in the slightest. The shower continued to spray water down on them. Sally's tail continued to swish back and forth. Then Sally looked at Josh. He was still looking over his shoulder. ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. ├óÔé¼┼ôhmm?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôThere was something you're forgetting to do├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe whole sex part├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôNot that I'm complaining or any thin- oh!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Afterwards Sally toweled herself off. ├óÔé¼┼ôI love showers├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. Josh was busy looking out of the door, cracking it open slightly and looking out into the main room. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnything wrong?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts just...I feel like I'm being watched├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally sighed, walking up to him. She hugged him ├óÔé¼┼ôYou are being watched├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôBy a dirty peeping tom├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôReally?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked, turning around. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, grinning ├óÔé¼┼ôBut just in case lets give him a good show├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh looked into her eyes, wanting to say that he was tired and wanted to get some sleep. Then he leaned in and nipped her ear playfully.
Cortez watched through his binoculars, trying to get a slightly better view through the very small shower window. He was catching enough though. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh...├óÔé¼┬Ø he breathed, watching even more intently ├óÔé¼┼ôThis guy is either really in love...or he is really kinky...or both├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat? Why? Whats going on!├óÔé¼┬Ø The Prince asked, his voice squawking over the radio. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Cortez said ├óÔé¼┼ôFrom what I've seen...the woman has a thing for getting bit on the ear. Things with the ear, I've noticed. Oh...wow...she's just going to town on that├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat? Going to town on what?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Prince asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn├óÔé¼┬Ø Cortez murmured ├óÔé¼┼ôI think they are actually married├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat? Why!├óÔé¼┬Ø the Prince demanded. ├óÔé¼┼ôDefinitely married├óÔé¼┬Ø Cortez said ├óÔé¼┼ôI think you might have been lied too├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Sally cleaned herself off again. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis time├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis time we will make it to the bed room with our clothes on├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThis time├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, nodding. Sally leaned over the sink and splashed some cold water in her face. Her ears flattened with displesure, looking at herself in the mirror. Her tail slowly moved from left to right. Josh walked up behind her ├óÔé¼┼ôI think├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôThat I am a filthy lier├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally groaned ├óÔé¼┼ôMe too├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, turning around and sitting up on the sink. Then she was pushed back into the mirror.
├óÔé¼┼ôThey are at it again?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Prince asked. Cortez's voice came over a bit garbled on the radio. ├óÔé¼┼ôStop surveillance├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI think that...I've been lied too├óÔé¼┬Ø he shot a nasty glance at Dracula. Dracula, who's face was covered by a thick hood, looked offended. Witch was impressive, seeing as how his face was nearly invisible. The Prince switched off the radio and looked at Dracula ├óÔé¼┼ôVladimir├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, lighting up a cigar ├óÔé¼┼ôYou really need to NOT lie to me├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI did not Lie├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said ├óÔé¼┼ôI just omitted truth. I said two operatives have come to kill you. I just forgot to tell you that they are married├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø The Prince said, shaking his head ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't buy it├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Dracula looked more offended, if that were possible. ├óÔé¼┼ôI├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôhave been researching these two for the past three months. That and some...other work on the side├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou might want to tell me about that some time├óÔé¼┬Ø the Prince said, looking at Dracula. ├óÔé¼┼ôAbout what?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôAbout you're...other work├óÔé¼┬Ø The Prince said. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh that├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said, pulling out his wallet. His scarred hand flipped the wallet open. The Prince eyed it. ├óÔé¼┼ôIs that...real?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôAs real as you or me├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said, flipping his wallet closed ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd I did do a job for them too├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Prince cackled ├óÔé¼┼ôYou might want to tell me more about that some time. But first I would like to send an official apology to Joshua Smith├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Sally heard the knock first. Then Josh stopped and looked up, her tail brushing his face slightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôIs that someone at the door?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think so├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, stepping away from her backside and grabbed his pants. He pulled them on as Sally turned away from the wall, arms crossed over her chest. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll go so who it is├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. Sally grabbed him and held him back ├óÔé¼┼ôlet me├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. She walked to the door. ├óÔé¼┼ôSally├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou might need some clothes├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. Josh tossed her a shirt, one of his. She put it on ├óÔé¼┼ôSmells nice├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, sniffing it. It was also long enough to reach slightly below her pelvis. She opened the door. ├óÔé¼┼ôDelivery for Joshua Smith├óÔé¼┬Ø A man said.
He was wearing a black trench coat, black hat, black sunglasses, black pants and black shirt. Sally blinked. He looked familer. ├óÔé¼┼ôUh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø. The man gave her the package and Sally closed the door. Sally put the package on the desk top, quietly. The kids were still sleeping, very peacefully. They looked so much more cute when they were humans. ├óÔé¼┼ôThey look so much more cute when they are wolf cubs├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts strange, I know├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally jumped, turning around. She hadn't heard him walk up behind her. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhats the package?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, extending a claw on her ring finger and sliding that finger down the box. The box slipped open and Sally looked over the contents.
It was a collection of vials filled with white powder. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhats this?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked, picking up the vial. She undid the stopper ├óÔé¼┼ôLet me check├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôSally wai-!├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh almost shouted. Sally sniffed at the white powder. Then she stood straight, her eyes dilating. Her ears stuck straight out and her tail shot straight out. Then she poured more of the powder ├óÔé¼┼ôMore!├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, shoving her nose into it and inhaling deeply. ├óÔé¼┼ôSally!├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh grabbed her. ├óÔé¼┼ôMine!├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally elbowed him in the chest. Josh grunted, feeling the air rush out of him. Sally shoved her nose into the pile and inhaled even deeper. Then she collapsed and started to twitch.
├óÔé¼┼ôYou're very lucky to be alive├óÔé¼┬Ø The doctor said. Sally groaned ├óÔé¼┼ôMy head doesn't feel alive├óÔé¼┬Ø She moaned. Josh was sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. ├óÔé¼┼ôCocaine is no joke├óÔé¼┬Ø The doctor said ├óÔé¼┼ôLegally and otherwise├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI didn't know├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, her voice throaty ├óÔé¼┼ôIt just felt so good├óÔé¼┬Ø. She looked horribly depressed. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're going to be feeling pretty down for the next week├óÔé¼┬Ø the doctor said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd the effects from the O.D are going to last the next two days. We'll be keeping you're wife under watch. Sometimes overdosing can make people just want to O.D again. We need to keep you're wife away from drugs├óÔé¼┬Ø. Joshua stood up ├óÔé¼┼ôMy wife dose not do drugs├óÔé¼┬Ø he said slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôShe will never do drugs ever again├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôMy head says so├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôIt hurts like a son of a bitch├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh patted her head ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll stay here├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôShe's in no danger├óÔé¼┬Ø the doctor said. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll stay here├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said again. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø the doctor said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe police have requested an invert view with both of you. Would you mind taking it now?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNot at all├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm game├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally groaned. The doctor nodded and two police officers walk in. ├óÔé¼┼ôHello├óÔé¼┬Ø the first one said ├óÔé¼┼ôI am Officer Montoya, and this is Officer Wishbourn and we would like to ask you a few questions├óÔé¼┬Ø. Montoya pulled out a clip board and a pen and said ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere did you get the drugs in question?├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôA man gave it to me├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôSaid it was a delivery for Josh├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôA delivery?├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya asked, writing down the words. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally nodded. ├óÔé¼┼ôDid you ask for this delivery?├óÔé¼┬Ø Wishbourn asked, looking at Josh. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôIn fact I have no idea who sent it or why├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya said ├óÔé¼┼ôand did you get a good look at this man?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. ├óÔé¼┼ôKind of, but...but he was wearing all black and lots of coats and sunglasses and a hat├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya said, closing his pen ├óÔé¼┼ôI know that one of you is lying├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause security footage from the hotel shows that no one was outside of you're room for three hours before you reported taking the drugs├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya said.
Ginger walked through the jungle, Eric trailing him. ├óÔé¼┼ôNothing├óÔé¼┬Ø He puffed ├óÔé¼┼ôLike a good walk├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you okay?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked, looking at him. ├óÔé¼┼ôFine├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôJust fine├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôLets take a quick break├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, pulling out her canteen. The jungle was unnerving by day. It was terrifying at night. Eric looked pointedly at Ginger, not wanting to think of everything that was crawling around Them. Then a snake dropped onto his shoulder. ├óÔé¼┼ôAH!├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric shouted, batting the snake away. It snapped at him, but didn't catch his fingers. Ginger stepped on it, crushing its skull under her foot. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sick of these god damned snakes in this god damned Jungle├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger muttered. Eric nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI can believe that├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Then Ginger held up her hand ├óÔé¼┼ôWait├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôBe very still├óÔé¼┬Ø. She reached for her machete, witch they had been using to clear the underbrush so they could walk easily. ├óÔé¼┼ôDuck├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said. Eric, not thinking, ducked. Ginger's body blurred and her machete sunk half way into the tree right next to Eric. Then something hard and about the size of a ball hit Eric's back. It rolled onto the ground and something crashed down behind him. He stood up and looked around. A now headless corpse lay on the ground. ├óÔé¼┼ôZombies├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôThats...just great...come on lets go├óÔé¼┬Ø. She started to hack through the underbrush. She cleared away some breaches. Then a zombie stared back at her.
Ginger brought her machete around. Then the upper half of the zombie's head flew off its body. The zombie dropped onto the ground. Ginger sighed and pulled out a gun and gave it to Eric. Eric hefted the strange gun ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôIf a zombie grabs you, put the gun to its head and pull the trigger. Nothing simpler├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts a nice Luger, so don't lose it├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôLuger?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric asked. Ginger smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôYou know├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm glad to finally find someone who doesn't know what it is. That makes me feel much better about the world for some reason├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Steve slowly looked around through the small slit that was afforded him. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey've stopped chasing us├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou may be used to this but I'm really really not used to standing IN A GOD DAMNED SEWER!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said, pushing the man hole up and out of the ground. He climbed out of the sewers and helped Sandra out. They were both pretty rank smelling. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's going on?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have no idea├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôLets find May and Jess. Maybe they can help us├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Steve and Sandra didn't know they were being followed. As they walked down the street, wary and nervous, Hernandez slipped through the very sparse crowd, following them. He had a good shot, so he pulled out his nine millimeter silence pistol and aimed. Steve bent over and picked up a quarter. A bullet shot over the air that was above him and he stood. The bullet twanged off a far wall, not hitting anyone or anything of importance. Hernandez quickly put his gun away before someone saw exactly what he was doing. Then Steve and Sandra went around the corner. ├óÔé¼┼ôSee├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI found a quarter. Must be my lucky day├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sandra rolled her eyes.
I find it funny to imagine in stories what would have happened if this magical quater had infact NOT been lying so conspicuously on the street.
*BOOM* (headshot!)
Sandra: OMG! YOU KILLED STEVE! YOU BASTARD!
Hernandez: *evil laugh*
Sandra: (bezerk mode) DIE!!!!
Hernandez was brutally slain by Sandra
Hernandez: OMG U HAX!
(ok, maybe not exatcly like that, but you get the picture...)
*BOOM* (headshot!)
Sandra: OMG! YOU KILLED STEVE! YOU BASTARD!
Hernandez: *evil laugh*
Sandra: (bezerk mode) DIE!!!!
Hernandez was brutally slain by Sandra
Hernandez: OMG U HAX!
(ok, maybe not exatcly like that, but you get the picture...)
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Imposters, skirmishing, bombs, addiction, Death Incarnate, Dracula, and a collect call to America!
All of this AND MORE on the next Episode of Hunters: Vacation!
Sally lay in bed and wished that she had never come to Cuba. First she wanted to take another shot of...what had that stuff been called? Cocaine. That was it. She would do anything to get some more. It was soooooo good. But she was in bed, with a guard outside her door. At first she had thought the guard was a little extreme. When she had pointed that out to the doctor, he had simply smiled and said ├óÔé¼┼ôWerewolves can tear metal doors in half like paper├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally looked at the door. It was made of wood and she could probably kick it down without even trying.
She wished that Josh was here. But the two police officers had taken him to prison in lieu of her. She wasn't quite sure of how that worked, but was willing to accept it. The police were treating the footage in the camera's in the off chance that the person who had given them the cocaine was a vampire. Thought they reflected in mirrors (sometimes) they were blurred in photographs and completely invisible on film. Why? Sally realized that she had never thought of that. After thinking about it she decided on the obvious answer. It was magic.
Then she wanted some more cocaine. Sally screwed up her eyes and wondered why everyone was so down on taking drugs. It felt so good. She opened her eyes and decided to sit up and see if there was a book to read. Nope. Nothing but a Spanish magazine, witch was unsurprisingly written in Spanish. Sally sighed. She couldn't leave the room. She couldn't visit Josh, so presumably she could have sex with Josh. She couldn't read the book, and Sally had always hated T.V. She also presumed that the only programs on the T.V would be in Spanish. After the magazine and books that would follow. Sally sighed. Then she stood up and opened the blinds on the window. The moon was almost full.
Sally blinked and shuddered as the moonlight hit her full force. It felt good. Sally slowly rotated her head around and undid the ties on her pony tails, letting her hair fall free. That also felt good. Sally then did some stretches and other general 'wake up exercises'. The moonlight helped a lot. Once Sally was done she felt far more relaxed. And the desire to have another snort of cocaine was fading. Sally smiled, looking out through the window. ├óÔé¼┼ôHey!├óÔé¼┬Ø the guard shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you thinking in there!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally jumped, her heart jangling in her rib's. The guard was eying her suspiciously. ├óÔé¼┼ôJust stretching├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd enjoying the moonlight├óÔé¼┬Ø. The guard shook his head slowly and closed the door.
Sally turned back to the window. Then a face appeared from the bottom ├óÔé¼┼ôHello!├óÔé¼┬Ø a man was hanging onto the window sill below the window, levering himself up to Sally's view. ├óÔé¼┼ôHello?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôUh├óÔé¼┬Ø the man said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis is a bit uncomfortable so I'll say it quick. My employer is really sorry about the cocaine├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally blinked. Then she recognized the man. He was even wearing the same hat and sunglasses as he was before. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôThats...thats okay├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø The man said, grinning, ├óÔé¼┼ôWe can't let the police get concrete evidence of our existence. I mean they KNOW we exist, but they can't prove it...not that that matters much to most people. Most, but not Montoya. He's one of those...honorable types, get it├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Sally nodded slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI can see all of this├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo this time the Prince wants to make sure that nothing goes wrong with his gift. So we are just going to ask you before we give it too you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally shook her head ├óÔé¼┼ôIts okay├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe don't need gifts├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø the man said, smiling ├óÔé¼┼ôWe're going to break Josh out of prison for you├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYour...a WHAT!├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally shouted. ├óÔé¼┼ôShhhh!├óÔé¼┬Ø The man said, looking over his shoulder ├óÔé¼┼ôWatch the prison over there├óÔé¼┬Ø. He pointed and dropped of the window sill. Sally jerked the window open and stuck her head out. She saw him hit the ground. But instead of splattering he just sunk into it, like Ginger did on occasion.
├óÔé¼┼ôHey!├óÔé¼┬Ø the guard ran into the room ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you doing?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally turned around ├óÔé¼┼ôNothing├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, smiling. Then an explosion sounded in the city. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the!├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally spun. The guard ran and joined her at the window. They both looked at the prison, witch had a large boiling cloud of smoke slowly rising from large rent in its side. Sally blinked. Then she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI've got to get there!├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo you can't-├óÔé¼┬Ø The guard said, but Sally cut him off. ├óÔé¼┼ôMy husband is there!├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. The guard chewed his long. droopy mustache, looking at the prison. ├óÔé¼┼ôFine├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I have to come with you├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Castro looked across the table at Mr. Tepes. Mr. Tepes wore a long dark cloak, with a hood drawn about his face. It was a bit strange in the sweltering heat of the jungle to wear something so very warm. Castro didn't really care what Mr. Tepes wore. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Mr. Tepes said slowly, speaking Spanish with a perfect accent ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere is the item├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI've hidden it├óÔé¼┬Ø Castro said ├óÔé¼┼ôSomewhere in this jungle├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tepes sighed, moving his head up slightly. Castro caught a glimpse of scarred lips and burnt red skin beneath the veil of shadows that covered Tepes face. ├óÔé¼┼ôI thought├óÔé¼┬Ø Tepes said ├óÔé¼┼ôThat you were under orders to-├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOrders changed├óÔé¼┬Ø Castro said, pulling out a telegram ├óÔé¼┼ôStalin sent this a few hours ago. You, Mr. Tepes are a just a little too late├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tepes grabbed the paper that Castro offered.
Tepes read it. ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôTraitors are not appreciated in the Revolution├óÔé¼┬Ø Castro said, guards walking into the tent and aiming their AK's at Tepes. They knew he was a vampire, so they were bringing German made phosphorus rounds. How the Soviets got them to us is a mystery, but Castro wasn't about to question anything that useful that came his way. Tepes sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôI suppose├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, in English ├óÔé¼┼ôThat I will have to kill everyone in this room├óÔé¼┬Ø. Castro smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôIts no loss├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, reaching up and bulling off his fake beard ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm not actually Fidel├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tepes looked straight at him, trying to not look shocked. The impostor smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôWould Castro really be dumb enough meet you out here?├óÔé¼┬Ø. He opened the front of his jacked and pulled out his detonator. ├óÔé¼┼ôFor the revolution├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Ginger was on the look out for any more zombies. Then something exploded in the distance. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat...what was that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric gasped. Ginger stooped ├óÔé¼┼ôI have no idea├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Then she looked at Eric ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't you need to rest├óÔé¼┬Ø. Eric shook his head, hair matted down by sweat ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm fine├óÔé¼┬Ø. There was a distant moan from some solitary zombie. ├óÔé¼┼ôI need a rest├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, looking around ├óÔé¼┼ôLets hole up in a tree├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôA tree?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôZombies can't reach us in the tree├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd I'll use a rope to make sure we don't fall out. Just keep a blanket over me during day break, and we move out at night├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôAll right├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said, unslinging his pack ├óÔé¼┼ôI can do some writing├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou brought a typewriter all the way out here?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts a nifty device I call a pencil├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Vladimir Tepes Dracula stood up, shrugging a corpse off his back. It was one of the guards who had decided to sacrifice his life along with the impostor and the other guard. Dracula looked around. While he had been talking with the Castro impersonator the other revolutionaries had left the otherwise real camp. Dracula frowned and pulled his hood back on. The item had to be around here somewhere. Now he would just have to find it. Then he felt a fain rustling, a strange mental twinge at the back of his mind. He turned halfway around. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said ├óÔé¼┼ôShe's here├óÔé¼┬Ø. He smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôA skirmish can do wonders for the mind, wonders for the body├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Ginger was climbing up the tree. Then she felt a faint tickle on the back of her mind. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim's ghostly voice whispered ├óÔé¼┼ôSomething big is coming├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger looked down at Eric, who was looking around nervously ├óÔé¼┼ôEric├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôRun├óÔé¼┬Ø. She dropped to the forest floor. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said, looking surprised. ├óÔé¼┼ôRun├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôKeep running till you get to the city├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I want to-├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôRun! NOW!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Eric blinked ├óÔé¼┼ôZombies?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôSomething much worse then zombies. I'd rather send you into Utah then whats ahead of us├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said. ├óÔé¼┼ôExcuse me├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said, not quite getting the reference. ├óÔé¼┼ôJust run!├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger shouted. Eric nodded and started to run, retracing the path they had hacked through the jungle at this point.
Dracula stepped into the jungle. The sounds of the jungle died away until an eerie silence hung over everything. He threw his hood back and grinned, scared face visible to the world. The almost full moon shone through the leaves, filtering down and creating a half twilight. It looked like high noon to Dracula's eyes. Then a figure, wearing a white shirt and white pants, dropped from a tree and landed in Dracula's path. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said. ├óÔé¼┼ôDracula├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, nodding curtly. ├óÔé¼┼ôFancy meeting you out here├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat an amazing happenstance├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, starting to pace slowly around Dracula. She was somewhat interrupted by the tree's and ferns, making her flicker in and out of view.
Dracula threw his cloak back, freeing his arms up. Ginger unbuttoned her top two buttons, making her shirt constrict about her neck quite so. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat exactly do you have to do with a bunch of two-bit Revolutionaries?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Dracula smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôThey are bigger then you think. They have...large friends├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôJoseph Stalin├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said. Ginger stopped ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm still not quite piecing it together├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you have?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula asked ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat parts of the jigsaw do you have?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger paused in her pacing and said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe have a bunch of communist rebles. We have one evil son of a bitch├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGuilty as charged├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said. ├óÔé¼┼ôAn occult item. Joseph Stalin├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm not seeing the connection. The USSR is a bunch of atheists├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Dracula nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll leave it up to you to find the last piece. But first├óÔé¼┬Ø he raised his left hand ├óÔé¼┼ôLet the orchestra begin├óÔé¼┬Ø. He began to slowly tap a rhythm with his hand. A slight wind passed through the jungle, playing with Ginger's hair. She stopped and screwed her right hand up into a fist. It blurred out of focus and became as black as night. Then the rest of her body, aside from the clothes, blurred and turned black. Then her clothes fell down, zipping through the smoke she had become. Dracula smiled and stepped back, a tendril of blackness shooting forward to occupy the space that he had been in. Then he started to tap a faster rhythm. Sounds began to fill the jungle, a faint music.
Dracula grinned as the blackness expanded and began to snake through the tree's till it surrounded him. He tapped his right foot and brought his second hand up. Then spears of blackness shot towards him. He slowly moved from one foot to another, pivoting on his heel to avoided the spears. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes! Yes! Faster!├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said. The music became louder. Dracula ducked as another tendril of blackness tried to loop around his neck. Then he grabbed it with his gloved hand. He twisted and tore the bit of blackness off. He felt a stab of pain from the center of the blackness, where Ginger's mind was centered. Now that he knew where it was he shoved his other hand forward to spear the center of consciousness.
Ginger was smarter then that and her mind moved, ebbing pain making it impossible to track. Dracula bust from the other side of the blackness. He shook off the last bits of blackness off his shoulders. Then he spun around and moved to the side as a wave of blackness slammed towards him. It went past were he had been and slammed into a tree. When it came away the tree was dead and a veritable rain of dead animals fell from its branches. Dracula spun about and jumped, landing on the dead tree's branches. One of them snapped under his weight and he jumped just in time, landing higher up. The blackness swarmed up the tree. Dracula went higher to compensate.
The music had become recognizable. 1812 Overture was being sounded through the jungle, with invisible trumpets and cannons announcing Dracula leaping from the highest branch of the tree. He landed next to the column of blackness and stepped back. The blackness collapsed down to the ground, expanding like smoke. Dracula waved his hand and the blackness expanded around him, like a river breaking around a boulder. It passed and Dracula turned around. The blackness humped up and collapsed around him. The music halted with a jangle of instruments dying out of time, as if the conductor had toppled from the podium after sudden cardiac arrest. Then Dracula burst from the blackness. He landed, cloak flapping in the wind, next to the blackness.
├óÔé¼┼ôIts been fun├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, smiling. Then he folded in on him self. Then his cloak fell to the ground and a massive bat flew into the night. The blackness collapsed in on itself, coming into focus until Ginger stood there. She cricked her neck, whipping her brow off. It was hard work, shape shifting to something as ephemeral and unknowable as death itself. But Tim had taught her this form, Death incarnate, and she continued to find it useful. Then Ginger shivered. ├óÔé¼┼ôI need to find my clothes├óÔé¼┬Ø she muttered, looking at her naked body. She started to walk around, looking for the pile of white cloth that she had dropped.
Steve sat down on the bed ├óÔé¼┼ôthis should be safe├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, looking around the room. ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not as good as the hotel room, I know├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, looking at Sandra. ├óÔé¼┼ôSteve├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra ├óÔé¼┼ôI've been shot at. I've run. I've hidden in a sewer and I think I dropped my wedding ring├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôAt least I remembered to grab my wallet├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Sandra closed her eyes ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going to take a shower. Then we can talk├óÔé¼┬Ø. She walked to the bathroom in the motel room and after a few moments Steve heard the sound of water falling. He sighed, stretching out on the bed. What had he run into. Then he realized that Sandra wasn't taking this nearly as well as he was. When he was a Werewolf Hunter he had gone on day long stakeouts, run through sewers and been shot at more then once. Sandra hadn't.
He got up and pulled off his dirty jacket. He dropped it on a coat hook and walked to the bathroom. He slipped the door open and walked into the bathroom. Once his door closed the front door to the bathroom opened and Hernandez fired three quick shots with his silenced pistol were Steve had stood mere moments ago. Bullets thudded into the wall, sending bits of plaster flying. Hernandez looked around. There was nothing but a dirty coat in here. His briefing said that Steven Smith was a rich, bourgeois man. Why would someone like Steve have a dirty jacked, especially an old looking, out of style dirty jacked.
The clerk of the motel looked up at the shadow that fell over his desk. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou said a man who called himself Steven Smith just checked in room 919├óÔé¼┬Ø Hernandez said. The clerk's eyes shifted from the left and too the right, not sure what to say. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo one lies to the Revolution├óÔé¼┬Ø Hernandez said. Then the Clerk was looking down a silencer. Hernandez holstered his pistol. The Clerk opened his eyes. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I have decided to be lenient. If you see Steven Smith call me├óÔé¼┬Ø. Hernandez walked out the front desk. After a few moments the Clerk remembered to breath.
Sandra tweaked Steve's nose. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø She said ├óÔé¼┼ôI suppose the hard part is over├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve nodded and pulled the blanket up slightly more. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut you don't need to worry as much. I think you should go back to America├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôbut├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra said ├óÔé¼┼ôI want to help├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts going to be kind of...dangerous├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sandra nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI still want to help├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôfirst thing though we need some allies├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôLike who?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôA certain werewolf I know├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said, grabbing the phone and dialing the operator. ├óÔé¼┼ôEnglish please├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said. He paused as he was transferred to an English speaking woman. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan you connect me to America?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked.
All of this AND MORE on the next Episode of Hunters: Vacation!
Sally lay in bed and wished that she had never come to Cuba. First she wanted to take another shot of...what had that stuff been called? Cocaine. That was it. She would do anything to get some more. It was soooooo good. But she was in bed, with a guard outside her door. At first she had thought the guard was a little extreme. When she had pointed that out to the doctor, he had simply smiled and said ├óÔé¼┼ôWerewolves can tear metal doors in half like paper├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally looked at the door. It was made of wood and she could probably kick it down without even trying.
She wished that Josh was here. But the two police officers had taken him to prison in lieu of her. She wasn't quite sure of how that worked, but was willing to accept it. The police were treating the footage in the camera's in the off chance that the person who had given them the cocaine was a vampire. Thought they reflected in mirrors (sometimes) they were blurred in photographs and completely invisible on film. Why? Sally realized that she had never thought of that. After thinking about it she decided on the obvious answer. It was magic.
Then she wanted some more cocaine. Sally screwed up her eyes and wondered why everyone was so down on taking drugs. It felt so good. She opened her eyes and decided to sit up and see if there was a book to read. Nope. Nothing but a Spanish magazine, witch was unsurprisingly written in Spanish. Sally sighed. She couldn't leave the room. She couldn't visit Josh, so presumably she could have sex with Josh. She couldn't read the book, and Sally had always hated T.V. She also presumed that the only programs on the T.V would be in Spanish. After the magazine and books that would follow. Sally sighed. Then she stood up and opened the blinds on the window. The moon was almost full.
Sally blinked and shuddered as the moonlight hit her full force. It felt good. Sally slowly rotated her head around and undid the ties on her pony tails, letting her hair fall free. That also felt good. Sally then did some stretches and other general 'wake up exercises'. The moonlight helped a lot. Once Sally was done she felt far more relaxed. And the desire to have another snort of cocaine was fading. Sally smiled, looking out through the window. ├óÔé¼┼ôHey!├óÔé¼┬Ø the guard shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you thinking in there!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally jumped, her heart jangling in her rib's. The guard was eying her suspiciously. ├óÔé¼┼ôJust stretching├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd enjoying the moonlight├óÔé¼┬Ø. The guard shook his head slowly and closed the door.
Sally turned back to the window. Then a face appeared from the bottom ├óÔé¼┼ôHello!├óÔé¼┬Ø a man was hanging onto the window sill below the window, levering himself up to Sally's view. ├óÔé¼┼ôHello?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôUh├óÔé¼┬Ø the man said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis is a bit uncomfortable so I'll say it quick. My employer is really sorry about the cocaine├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally blinked. Then she recognized the man. He was even wearing the same hat and sunglasses as he was before. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôThats...thats okay├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø The man said, grinning, ├óÔé¼┼ôWe can't let the police get concrete evidence of our existence. I mean they KNOW we exist, but they can't prove it...not that that matters much to most people. Most, but not Montoya. He's one of those...honorable types, get it├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Sally nodded slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI can see all of this├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo this time the Prince wants to make sure that nothing goes wrong with his gift. So we are just going to ask you before we give it too you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally shook her head ├óÔé¼┼ôIts okay├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe don't need gifts├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø the man said, smiling ├óÔé¼┼ôWe're going to break Josh out of prison for you├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYour...a WHAT!├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally shouted. ├óÔé¼┼ôShhhh!├óÔé¼┬Ø The man said, looking over his shoulder ├óÔé¼┼ôWatch the prison over there├óÔé¼┬Ø. He pointed and dropped of the window sill. Sally jerked the window open and stuck her head out. She saw him hit the ground. But instead of splattering he just sunk into it, like Ginger did on occasion.
├óÔé¼┼ôHey!├óÔé¼┬Ø the guard ran into the room ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you doing?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally turned around ├óÔé¼┼ôNothing├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, smiling. Then an explosion sounded in the city. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat the!├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally spun. The guard ran and joined her at the window. They both looked at the prison, witch had a large boiling cloud of smoke slowly rising from large rent in its side. Sally blinked. Then she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI've got to get there!├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo you can't-├óÔé¼┬Ø The guard said, but Sally cut him off. ├óÔé¼┼ôMy husband is there!├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. The guard chewed his long. droopy mustache, looking at the prison. ├óÔé¼┼ôFine├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I have to come with you├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Castro looked across the table at Mr. Tepes. Mr. Tepes wore a long dark cloak, with a hood drawn about his face. It was a bit strange in the sweltering heat of the jungle to wear something so very warm. Castro didn't really care what Mr. Tepes wore. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Mr. Tepes said slowly, speaking Spanish with a perfect accent ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere is the item├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI've hidden it├óÔé¼┬Ø Castro said ├óÔé¼┼ôSomewhere in this jungle├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tepes sighed, moving his head up slightly. Castro caught a glimpse of scarred lips and burnt red skin beneath the veil of shadows that covered Tepes face. ├óÔé¼┼ôI thought├óÔé¼┬Ø Tepes said ├óÔé¼┼ôThat you were under orders to-├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOrders changed├óÔé¼┬Ø Castro said, pulling out a telegram ├óÔé¼┼ôStalin sent this a few hours ago. You, Mr. Tepes are a just a little too late├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tepes grabbed the paper that Castro offered.
Tepes read it. ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôTraitors are not appreciated in the Revolution├óÔé¼┬Ø Castro said, guards walking into the tent and aiming their AK's at Tepes. They knew he was a vampire, so they were bringing German made phosphorus rounds. How the Soviets got them to us is a mystery, but Castro wasn't about to question anything that useful that came his way. Tepes sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôI suppose├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, in English ├óÔé¼┼ôThat I will have to kill everyone in this room├óÔé¼┬Ø. Castro smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôIts no loss├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, reaching up and bulling off his fake beard ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm not actually Fidel├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tepes looked straight at him, trying to not look shocked. The impostor smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôWould Castro really be dumb enough meet you out here?├óÔé¼┬Ø. He opened the front of his jacked and pulled out his detonator. ├óÔé¼┼ôFor the revolution├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Ginger was on the look out for any more zombies. Then something exploded in the distance. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat...what was that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric gasped. Ginger stooped ├óÔé¼┼ôI have no idea├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Then she looked at Eric ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't you need to rest├óÔé¼┬Ø. Eric shook his head, hair matted down by sweat ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm fine├óÔé¼┬Ø. There was a distant moan from some solitary zombie. ├óÔé¼┼ôI need a rest├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, looking around ├óÔé¼┼ôLets hole up in a tree├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôA tree?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôZombies can't reach us in the tree├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd I'll use a rope to make sure we don't fall out. Just keep a blanket over me during day break, and we move out at night├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôAll right├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said, unslinging his pack ├óÔé¼┼ôI can do some writing├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou brought a typewriter all the way out here?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts a nifty device I call a pencil├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Vladimir Tepes Dracula stood up, shrugging a corpse off his back. It was one of the guards who had decided to sacrifice his life along with the impostor and the other guard. Dracula looked around. While he had been talking with the Castro impersonator the other revolutionaries had left the otherwise real camp. Dracula frowned and pulled his hood back on. The item had to be around here somewhere. Now he would just have to find it. Then he felt a fain rustling, a strange mental twinge at the back of his mind. He turned halfway around. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said ├óÔé¼┼ôShe's here├óÔé¼┬Ø. He smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôA skirmish can do wonders for the mind, wonders for the body├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Ginger was climbing up the tree. Then she felt a faint tickle on the back of her mind. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim's ghostly voice whispered ├óÔé¼┼ôSomething big is coming├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger looked down at Eric, who was looking around nervously ├óÔé¼┼ôEric├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôRun├óÔé¼┬Ø. She dropped to the forest floor. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said, looking surprised. ├óÔé¼┼ôRun├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôKeep running till you get to the city├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I want to-├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôRun! NOW!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Eric blinked ├óÔé¼┼ôZombies?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôSomething much worse then zombies. I'd rather send you into Utah then whats ahead of us├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said. ├óÔé¼┼ôExcuse me├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said, not quite getting the reference. ├óÔé¼┼ôJust run!├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger shouted. Eric nodded and started to run, retracing the path they had hacked through the jungle at this point.
Dracula stepped into the jungle. The sounds of the jungle died away until an eerie silence hung over everything. He threw his hood back and grinned, scared face visible to the world. The almost full moon shone through the leaves, filtering down and creating a half twilight. It looked like high noon to Dracula's eyes. Then a figure, wearing a white shirt and white pants, dropped from a tree and landed in Dracula's path. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said. ├óÔé¼┼ôDracula├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, nodding curtly. ├óÔé¼┼ôFancy meeting you out here├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat an amazing happenstance├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, starting to pace slowly around Dracula. She was somewhat interrupted by the tree's and ferns, making her flicker in and out of view.
Dracula threw his cloak back, freeing his arms up. Ginger unbuttoned her top two buttons, making her shirt constrict about her neck quite so. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat exactly do you have to do with a bunch of two-bit Revolutionaries?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Dracula smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôThey are bigger then you think. They have...large friends├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôJoseph Stalin├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said. Ginger stopped ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm still not quite piecing it together├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you have?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula asked ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat parts of the jigsaw do you have?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger paused in her pacing and said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe have a bunch of communist rebles. We have one evil son of a bitch├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGuilty as charged├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said. ├óÔé¼┼ôAn occult item. Joseph Stalin├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm not seeing the connection. The USSR is a bunch of atheists├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Dracula nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll leave it up to you to find the last piece. But first├óÔé¼┬Ø he raised his left hand ├óÔé¼┼ôLet the orchestra begin├óÔé¼┬Ø. He began to slowly tap a rhythm with his hand. A slight wind passed through the jungle, playing with Ginger's hair. She stopped and screwed her right hand up into a fist. It blurred out of focus and became as black as night. Then the rest of her body, aside from the clothes, blurred and turned black. Then her clothes fell down, zipping through the smoke she had become. Dracula smiled and stepped back, a tendril of blackness shooting forward to occupy the space that he had been in. Then he started to tap a faster rhythm. Sounds began to fill the jungle, a faint music.
Dracula grinned as the blackness expanded and began to snake through the tree's till it surrounded him. He tapped his right foot and brought his second hand up. Then spears of blackness shot towards him. He slowly moved from one foot to another, pivoting on his heel to avoided the spears. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes! Yes! Faster!├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said. The music became louder. Dracula ducked as another tendril of blackness tried to loop around his neck. Then he grabbed it with his gloved hand. He twisted and tore the bit of blackness off. He felt a stab of pain from the center of the blackness, where Ginger's mind was centered. Now that he knew where it was he shoved his other hand forward to spear the center of consciousness.
Ginger was smarter then that and her mind moved, ebbing pain making it impossible to track. Dracula bust from the other side of the blackness. He shook off the last bits of blackness off his shoulders. Then he spun around and moved to the side as a wave of blackness slammed towards him. It went past were he had been and slammed into a tree. When it came away the tree was dead and a veritable rain of dead animals fell from its branches. Dracula spun about and jumped, landing on the dead tree's branches. One of them snapped under his weight and he jumped just in time, landing higher up. The blackness swarmed up the tree. Dracula went higher to compensate.
The music had become recognizable. 1812 Overture was being sounded through the jungle, with invisible trumpets and cannons announcing Dracula leaping from the highest branch of the tree. He landed next to the column of blackness and stepped back. The blackness collapsed down to the ground, expanding like smoke. Dracula waved his hand and the blackness expanded around him, like a river breaking around a boulder. It passed and Dracula turned around. The blackness humped up and collapsed around him. The music halted with a jangle of instruments dying out of time, as if the conductor had toppled from the podium after sudden cardiac arrest. Then Dracula burst from the blackness. He landed, cloak flapping in the wind, next to the blackness.
├óÔé¼┼ôIts been fun├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, smiling. Then he folded in on him self. Then his cloak fell to the ground and a massive bat flew into the night. The blackness collapsed in on itself, coming into focus until Ginger stood there. She cricked her neck, whipping her brow off. It was hard work, shape shifting to something as ephemeral and unknowable as death itself. But Tim had taught her this form, Death incarnate, and she continued to find it useful. Then Ginger shivered. ├óÔé¼┼ôI need to find my clothes├óÔé¼┬Ø she muttered, looking at her naked body. She started to walk around, looking for the pile of white cloth that she had dropped.
Steve sat down on the bed ├óÔé¼┼ôthis should be safe├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, looking around the room. ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not as good as the hotel room, I know├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, looking at Sandra. ├óÔé¼┼ôSteve├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra ├óÔé¼┼ôI've been shot at. I've run. I've hidden in a sewer and I think I dropped my wedding ring├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôAt least I remembered to grab my wallet├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Sandra closed her eyes ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going to take a shower. Then we can talk├óÔé¼┬Ø. She walked to the bathroom in the motel room and after a few moments Steve heard the sound of water falling. He sighed, stretching out on the bed. What had he run into. Then he realized that Sandra wasn't taking this nearly as well as he was. When he was a Werewolf Hunter he had gone on day long stakeouts, run through sewers and been shot at more then once. Sandra hadn't.
He got up and pulled off his dirty jacket. He dropped it on a coat hook and walked to the bathroom. He slipped the door open and walked into the bathroom. Once his door closed the front door to the bathroom opened and Hernandez fired three quick shots with his silenced pistol were Steve had stood mere moments ago. Bullets thudded into the wall, sending bits of plaster flying. Hernandez looked around. There was nothing but a dirty coat in here. His briefing said that Steven Smith was a rich, bourgeois man. Why would someone like Steve have a dirty jacked, especially an old looking, out of style dirty jacked.
The clerk of the motel looked up at the shadow that fell over his desk. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou said a man who called himself Steven Smith just checked in room 919├óÔé¼┬Ø Hernandez said. The clerk's eyes shifted from the left and too the right, not sure what to say. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo one lies to the Revolution├óÔé¼┬Ø Hernandez said. Then the Clerk was looking down a silencer. Hernandez holstered his pistol. The Clerk opened his eyes. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I have decided to be lenient. If you see Steven Smith call me├óÔé¼┬Ø. Hernandez walked out the front desk. After a few moments the Clerk remembered to breath.
Sandra tweaked Steve's nose. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø She said ├óÔé¼┼ôI suppose the hard part is over├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve nodded and pulled the blanket up slightly more. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut you don't need to worry as much. I think you should go back to America├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôbut├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra said ├óÔé¼┼ôI want to help├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts going to be kind of...dangerous├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sandra nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI still want to help├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôfirst thing though we need some allies├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôLike who?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôA certain werewolf I know├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said, grabbing the phone and dialing the operator. ├óÔé¼┼ôEnglish please├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said. He paused as he was transferred to an English speaking woman. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan you connect me to America?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked.
I'd also take now to point out a sutble hint.
Vampires can change their shape in one of two ways. The first is were they actually mess with you're head, making it seem as if they are changing shape and yet they are really not. You can tell its an illusion when every single other object fades away into red.
When they are actually changing shape everything else stays the same.
Vampires can change their shape in one of two ways. The first is were they actually mess with you're head, making it seem as if they are changing shape and yet they are really not. You can tell its an illusion when every single other object fades away into red.
When they are actually changing shape everything else stays the same.
Crushing, crippiling pain! Near misses! Exiting developments! Spit! Weird Watches and the Ghost of Albert Einstine!
All of this and MORE in the next episode of Hunters!
Jerome checked his watch. It currently said ├óÔé¼┼ô172535├óÔé¼┬Ø and was at least five hundred down the digits of Pi. Some would wonder why he had a watch that said exactly what time it was based of...Pi, seeing as Pi was not a unit of time. Some would also ask why Jerome had fifteen watches on his right arm and none of them were set to the right number. Three were negative, somehow. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have no idea├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI have no idea who's attacked you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve sighed over the phone, his voice tinny sounding over the intercontinental connection. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôJust a second├óÔé¼┬Ø. He turned of his watch and placed his phone down.
├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you want?├óÔé¼┬Ø Albert asked. Albert had died recently and was feeling rather tetchy about it. He was also annoyed about some new theory that was floating around physicist circles. Something about not playing dice. ├óÔé¼┼ôI need to know about Cuba├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said to the semi-translucent figure. Albert sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm a physicist not a politician├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôcome on Albert├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou've got connections in the Ghost World. You're cums with Newton right?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe was a blockhead├óÔé¼┬Ø Albert said plainly ├óÔé¼┼ôNever believed me when I told him about relativity├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut you must know some ghosts in Cuba├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNope├óÔé¼┬Ø Albert said ├óÔé¼┼ôWell...just one. An annoying little-├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan they tell me anything?├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome asked.
Albert sighed, his voice echoy ├óÔé¼┼ôThe connections fiziting. You need to make some more donations├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. He was flickering in and out of view. ├óÔé¼┼ôOne last thing├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe Soviets are involved. Up to their ne-├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jerome sighed, ears plastering to the sides of his head. Jerome looked back at his watch and turned it back on. Then he picked up the phone ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know much more now├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow could you?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked ├óÔé¼┼ôYou've been gone for three seconds├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOf course I have├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said, remembering he hadn't told anyone about his latest...invention. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell what do you now├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe Soviets are involved├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôThats all I know├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey have been trying to expand their influence. Might be the Revolutionaries we've been hearing about├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jerome nodded. Then he remembered he was on a phone ├óÔé¼┼ôI think you're right├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Steve sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI didn't see much. Just some guy's with beard and guns├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou saw they were in the hotel. So their covers blown if you tell anyone...like you just did├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve groaned ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI think I'm going to have to leave the country├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jerome clapped his hands over his ears as Albert screamed, suddenly popping into existence ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't let him leave the country!├óÔé¼┬Ø Albert shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôOne of the English speaking Cuban ghosts have said something BIG is happening!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôWho was that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôJust some guy├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut my connections say that leaving the country would be a really bad idea├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve groaned ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn it├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôHow good are you're connections?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey told us to go to New Mexico├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve laughed. His trip to New Mexico had brought him into contact with hordes of zombies, land pirates and the first atomic explosion in the entire world. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI suppose we'll just lay low├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd if it makes you feel better my connections say that at least one of you will make it out alive├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve gulped. ├óÔé¼┼ôIf you play you're cards right, both of you├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd also my connections say...go to the hotel├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Eric blundered into the hotel. The clerk looked at him across from the lobby, sneering at him. Then Eric realized what he must look like. A filthy, sweaty, forty year old Englishman with a fern draped over his shoulders. He had torn it off the plant he had pushed through during the mad dash back to the hotel, and had never seen fit to remove it. Eric walked to the front desk and said ├óÔé¼┼ôCan I have my key back?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you Mr. Blair?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Clerk asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said, nodding. The clerk handed the key to him and said ├óÔé¼┼ôGet a shower├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Eric frowned ├óÔé¼┼ôI will├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. He got into the nearest elevator and pressed the button for the basement.
The elevator trundled along. After a minuet Eric was starting to wonder if something was wrong. Then he realized what felt wrong. The elevator was going up. He pressed the button for the basement again. Then the elevator door opened and Eric stepped into the hallway. He saw the number was...level twenty. Twenty? That was...twenty four levels above his rooms. Then he heard a yipping noise from down the hall. Four little dog cubs were walking down the corridor, looking around forlornly. Eric knelt slowly, smiling ├óÔé¼┼ôHello little boys├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you lost?├óÔé¼┬Ø. He looked around for collars. The first cub sniffed Eric experimentally. His ears went up and he yipped.
The other cubs all started to clamber around his leg, pawing and clawing. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric asked. They seemed to think they were his. Then the elevator door chimed and a very tired looked Ginger stood outside. ├óÔé¼┼ôhey├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner├óÔé¼┬Ø. Then she looked down at the cubs. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere did you find those guys?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. Eric shrugged ├óÔé¼┼ôThey found me├óÔé¼┬Ø. The cubs sniffed Ginger. Then they started to run about her and yip even louder. Then Ginger gasped ├óÔé¼┼ôI know who these are!├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôThese are Harry, Larry, Jerry and Kerri├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho's their owner?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric asked. Ginger made a face ├óÔé¼┼ôTheir father├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, emphasizing the father ├óÔé¼┼ôIs Josh, my brother├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Josh looked around as best he could. His arm felt a bit funny, but it was his head that was worrying him. He could move his head mostly to the left, but once he tried to move it to the right everything seemed to hurt. Also the fact that he seemed to be crushed under the roof was a bit worrying. Then a bit of brightness opened up. Then anther. Then there was silence. Then he heard sniffing. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe's down here!├óÔé¼┬Ø someone familer shouted. ├óÔé¼┼ôSally?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh croaked ├óÔé¼┼ôSally!├óÔé¼┬Ø. The light that came through the small hole was very bright. Too bright, but Josh couldn't cover his eyes. Both his arms felt very...odd.
Sally stood up and looked at the moon. Then she gathered up the energy that was coming from that silvery orb. It was almost full. It wasn't quite everything she could have. She grabbed the huge bit of celling that covered Josh and hauled. The rock flipped off, crashing into the still standing wall to the left of her. That wall collapsed and another bit of prison collapsed to the ground. Sally eeped. But because there were no screams and shouts and generally carrying on, so she ignored it. She looked back at Josh and her ears snapped back, flattening to her head. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh god├óÔé¼┬Ø she muttered. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat is it?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked thickly ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not that bad is it?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally nodded her head in the most blatant lie she had ever told.
├óÔé¼┼ôHe's going to be in the hospital for two months├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya said, rubbing his eyes. Sally frowned at him, sitting across his desk. They both sat in his office, on the other side of the half ruined prison. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd we are going to track down the bastard who bombed the place├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya said, looking at Sally. Sally continued to frown at him. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd we are going to drop the drug charges...I think someone in cahoots with these guys wouldn't be targeted like this├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally continued to frown at him. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you want?├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI...want...blood├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôI want to kill these bastards├óÔé¼┬Ø. Montoya nodded slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sure we can come to a compromise├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally continued to frown ├óÔé¼┼ôMr. Montoya├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen I was twelve two land pirates killed my little sister in front of me. I was also twelve when I cut their balls off and nailed them too my wall. You don't want to see a werewolf when she's angry├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Montoya frowned back ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't have...vigilantes running a mock├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Sally shook her head ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't mean that. I'm no detective. Just tell me where they are in at least four days. I'll do the rest├óÔé¼┬Ø. Montoya shook his head, standing up and placing his hands on the desk ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't allow that either├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts just a different kind of vigilantism├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally screwed up her hand, running her finger nails along the desk. When she drew her hand away, Montoya raised his eye brows at the furrows her fingernails had dug in the desk. They were deep enough to hold American Quarters. ├óÔé¼┼ôListen├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya said ├óÔé¼┼ôI know you're angry...but you're not a superhero. You can't just kill criminals and just get away with it├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Sally smiled lopsidedly ├óÔé¼┼ôWe shall see...Mr. Montoya├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Then she walked out of the office. Montoya sighed and sat down on his chair. The weight change as his chair slid backwards on its wheels cause the weakened floor to collapsed. After tumbling backwards onto the broken rubble, Montoya was still on his chair. It was just the chair was backwards on the ground. He slowly stood up and groaned, feeling his arm. The desk was perfectly balanced, one of its legs jutting into open space. Then a single pen fell over on the desk, shifting weight from the left and to the right. Montoya danced backwards a split second before his favored desk smashed into where he had been.
Josh lay in bed, trying to not think about how he was going to spend the next two month's here. Then there was a rustling. Josh looked around and saw that the sound was coming from the celling. A splotch was forming. Then Ginger dropped down from the celling, bearing Josh's kids. Josh was ecstatic. Ginger smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôGot here first├óÔé¼┬Ø she said even as the cubs she held yipped frantically, trying to get at Josh. She let them go. The kids begin to climb over his bound up body. Josh was a bit worried they would unhook some of his tubes. But then they found that it was too much fun clawing at his cast. Because the cast was very thick and covered his entire body, they were going to be at it for quite some time.
├óÔé¼┼ôThanks├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, looking at Sally. Then the door to the room burst open. Sally shoved past the nurse, almost knocking the woman over. Sally didn't waste any time, pushing past Ginger and kissing Josh. Josh murmured something, choked off by her tong. When Josh was starting to go a little blue Sally moved away. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're alive├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ônow stay that way for a bit├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going to-├óÔé¼┬Ø. The door bust open and Steve walked into the room, Sandra trailing behind him. He closed the doors seconds before Hernandez fired. The bullet bounced off the nurse's metallic tray, sending tubes and syringes flying.
├óÔé¼┼ôHey Josh├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI heard you got in the wrong way with a block of cement├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt was not that hard├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôJust piss of a drug cartel too much├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat did you do to a drug cartel?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôExisted, apparently├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. Sally broke up the conversation by kissing him again. After a few moments, Steve slowly tapping his foot impatiently, the kiss was broken by Josh needing to breath again. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks for everyone for visiting├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I gotta go. Things to do├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't forget about me anytime soon├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou know it├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said, jerking the door open. It opened right into Hernandez face. His silenced pistol fell under him as he collapsed, his head ringing.
Steve walked down the hallway. Hernandez rolled over as Sandra passed him. He brought his gun up. Steve got to the exit and stepped to the side, holding it open for Sandra. Hernandez held his fire. Sandra walked out of the hospital and Steve followed. Hernandez took aim. Steve closed the door a split before Hernandez fired. The bullet bounced off the glass, witch was bullet proofed. ├óÔé¼┼ôDid you hear something?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNah├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra said. They walked away from the hospital as quickly as possible. Word was the revolution had sent a hit man after them, so they had to be on the look out. Hernandez felt like giving up right then.
├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôI won't be able to scratch you behind the ears for a while├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't be so sure├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôNow I gotta go and kill some people├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh blinked. Ginger hurramphed. ├óÔé¼┼ôEr...can someone get these kids off me?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked trying to change the subject, looking at the kids, who were still enjoying the sensation of clawing at the cast. Ginger grabbed them ├óÔé¼┼ôIs it all right if I take these kids to a sitter?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI was about to ask you that├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. She kissed each of her kids on the forehead. They woofed. Sally hawked and spat in a cup. Then she handed it to Ginger's free hand ├óÔé¼┼ôHave the sitter keep this on their person at all times├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Ginger gaped at the cup. ├óÔé¼┼ôThey will need to smell like either me or Josh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôOr like Ginger or Steve, because they count as relatives├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, coughing ├óÔé¼┼ôI think I can...find a way around the smell issue without the loogey├óÔé¼┬Ø. She dropped the cup in the trash. Sally made a face ├óÔé¼┼ôWaist of spit there├óÔé¼┬Ø She said. Ginger nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll scrounge up the sitter├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI think the kids will be fine├óÔé¼┬Ø. She looked at Josh, who was still staring a bit at Sally. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm...the...killing people?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going to find the people who did this too you. Then I'm going to kill them├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger smiled, her face looking a bit unhinged. Then she sank into the floor and was gone. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut first├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. She knelt at the bed.
Then buried her head into her cast ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Josh looked at her. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm so sorry├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis is my fault├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo...No its not├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. ├óÔé¼┼ôI was the one who took the cocaine├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôIf I hadn't taken the cocaine...if I waited before I jammed my nose into that vial...then none of this would have happened├óÔé¼┬Ø. Her voice was thick with tears ├óÔé¼┼ôIf there was anything I could do├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôToo make this up to you...├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWerewolf├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said faintly. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWerewolves heal faster├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh...but...I├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. Josh shook his head as best he could ├óÔé¼┼ôNever mind├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôI kind of like being human├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôI like you being human too. A werewolf├óÔé¼┬Ø she ran her hand over his chest cast, and Josh wished he could feel it ├óÔé¼┼ôWould never use his tong like that...├óÔé¼┬Ø.
All of this and MORE in the next episode of Hunters!
Jerome checked his watch. It currently said ├óÔé¼┼ô172535├óÔé¼┬Ø and was at least five hundred down the digits of Pi. Some would wonder why he had a watch that said exactly what time it was based of...Pi, seeing as Pi was not a unit of time. Some would also ask why Jerome had fifteen watches on his right arm and none of them were set to the right number. Three were negative, somehow. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have no idea├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI have no idea who's attacked you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve sighed over the phone, his voice tinny sounding over the intercontinental connection. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôJust a second├óÔé¼┬Ø. He turned of his watch and placed his phone down.
├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you want?├óÔé¼┬Ø Albert asked. Albert had died recently and was feeling rather tetchy about it. He was also annoyed about some new theory that was floating around physicist circles. Something about not playing dice. ├óÔé¼┼ôI need to know about Cuba├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said to the semi-translucent figure. Albert sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm a physicist not a politician├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôcome on Albert├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou've got connections in the Ghost World. You're cums with Newton right?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe was a blockhead├óÔé¼┬Ø Albert said plainly ├óÔé¼┼ôNever believed me when I told him about relativity├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut you must know some ghosts in Cuba├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNope├óÔé¼┬Ø Albert said ├óÔé¼┼ôWell...just one. An annoying little-├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan they tell me anything?├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome asked.
Albert sighed, his voice echoy ├óÔé¼┼ôThe connections fiziting. You need to make some more donations├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. He was flickering in and out of view. ├óÔé¼┼ôOne last thing├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe Soviets are involved. Up to their ne-├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jerome sighed, ears plastering to the sides of his head. Jerome looked back at his watch and turned it back on. Then he picked up the phone ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know much more now├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow could you?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked ├óÔé¼┼ôYou've been gone for three seconds├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOf course I have├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said, remembering he hadn't told anyone about his latest...invention. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell what do you now├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe Soviets are involved├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôThats all I know├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey have been trying to expand their influence. Might be the Revolutionaries we've been hearing about├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jerome nodded. Then he remembered he was on a phone ├óÔé¼┼ôI think you're right├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Steve sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI didn't see much. Just some guy's with beard and guns├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou saw they were in the hotel. So their covers blown if you tell anyone...like you just did├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve groaned ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI think I'm going to have to leave the country├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jerome clapped his hands over his ears as Albert screamed, suddenly popping into existence ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't let him leave the country!├óÔé¼┬Ø Albert shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôOne of the English speaking Cuban ghosts have said something BIG is happening!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôWho was that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôJust some guy├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut my connections say that leaving the country would be a really bad idea├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve groaned ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn it├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôHow good are you're connections?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôThey told us to go to New Mexico├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve laughed. His trip to New Mexico had brought him into contact with hordes of zombies, land pirates and the first atomic explosion in the entire world. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI suppose we'll just lay low├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd if it makes you feel better my connections say that at least one of you will make it out alive├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve gulped. ├óÔé¼┼ôIf you play you're cards right, both of you├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd also my connections say...go to the hotel├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Eric blundered into the hotel. The clerk looked at him across from the lobby, sneering at him. Then Eric realized what he must look like. A filthy, sweaty, forty year old Englishman with a fern draped over his shoulders. He had torn it off the plant he had pushed through during the mad dash back to the hotel, and had never seen fit to remove it. Eric walked to the front desk and said ├óÔé¼┼ôCan I have my key back?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you Mr. Blair?├óÔé¼┬Ø The Clerk asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric said, nodding. The clerk handed the key to him and said ├óÔé¼┼ôGet a shower├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Eric frowned ├óÔé¼┼ôI will├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. He got into the nearest elevator and pressed the button for the basement.
The elevator trundled along. After a minuet Eric was starting to wonder if something was wrong. Then he realized what felt wrong. The elevator was going up. He pressed the button for the basement again. Then the elevator door opened and Eric stepped into the hallway. He saw the number was...level twenty. Twenty? That was...twenty four levels above his rooms. Then he heard a yipping noise from down the hall. Four little dog cubs were walking down the corridor, looking around forlornly. Eric knelt slowly, smiling ├óÔé¼┼ôHello little boys├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you lost?├óÔé¼┬Ø. He looked around for collars. The first cub sniffed Eric experimentally. His ears went up and he yipped.
The other cubs all started to clamber around his leg, pawing and clawing. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric asked. They seemed to think they were his. Then the elevator door chimed and a very tired looked Ginger stood outside. ├óÔé¼┼ôhey├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner├óÔé¼┬Ø. Then she looked down at the cubs. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere did you find those guys?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. Eric shrugged ├óÔé¼┼ôThey found me├óÔé¼┬Ø. The cubs sniffed Ginger. Then they started to run about her and yip even louder. Then Ginger gasped ├óÔé¼┼ôI know who these are!├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôThese are Harry, Larry, Jerry and Kerri├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWho's their owner?├óÔé¼┬Ø Eric asked. Ginger made a face ├óÔé¼┼ôTheir father├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, emphasizing the father ├óÔé¼┼ôIs Josh, my brother├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Josh looked around as best he could. His arm felt a bit funny, but it was his head that was worrying him. He could move his head mostly to the left, but once he tried to move it to the right everything seemed to hurt. Also the fact that he seemed to be crushed under the roof was a bit worrying. Then a bit of brightness opened up. Then anther. Then there was silence. Then he heard sniffing. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe's down here!├óÔé¼┬Ø someone familer shouted. ├óÔé¼┼ôSally?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh croaked ├óÔé¼┼ôSally!├óÔé¼┬Ø. The light that came through the small hole was very bright. Too bright, but Josh couldn't cover his eyes. Both his arms felt very...odd.
Sally stood up and looked at the moon. Then she gathered up the energy that was coming from that silvery orb. It was almost full. It wasn't quite everything she could have. She grabbed the huge bit of celling that covered Josh and hauled. The rock flipped off, crashing into the still standing wall to the left of her. That wall collapsed and another bit of prison collapsed to the ground. Sally eeped. But because there were no screams and shouts and generally carrying on, so she ignored it. She looked back at Josh and her ears snapped back, flattening to her head. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh god├óÔé¼┬Ø she muttered. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat is it?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked thickly ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not that bad is it?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally nodded her head in the most blatant lie she had ever told.
├óÔé¼┼ôHe's going to be in the hospital for two months├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya said, rubbing his eyes. Sally frowned at him, sitting across his desk. They both sat in his office, on the other side of the half ruined prison. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd we are going to track down the bastard who bombed the place├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya said, looking at Sally. Sally continued to frown at him. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd we are going to drop the drug charges...I think someone in cahoots with these guys wouldn't be targeted like this├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally continued to frown at him. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you want?├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI...want...blood├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôI want to kill these bastards├óÔé¼┬Ø. Montoya nodded slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sure we can come to a compromise├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally continued to frown ├óÔé¼┼ôMr. Montoya├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen I was twelve two land pirates killed my little sister in front of me. I was also twelve when I cut their balls off and nailed them too my wall. You don't want to see a werewolf when she's angry├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Montoya frowned back ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't have...vigilantes running a mock├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Sally shook her head ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't mean that. I'm no detective. Just tell me where they are in at least four days. I'll do the rest├óÔé¼┬Ø. Montoya shook his head, standing up and placing his hands on the desk ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't allow that either├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts just a different kind of vigilantism├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally screwed up her hand, running her finger nails along the desk. When she drew her hand away, Montoya raised his eye brows at the furrows her fingernails had dug in the desk. They were deep enough to hold American Quarters. ├óÔé¼┼ôListen├óÔé¼┬Ø Montoya said ├óÔé¼┼ôI know you're angry...but you're not a superhero. You can't just kill criminals and just get away with it├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Sally smiled lopsidedly ├óÔé¼┼ôWe shall see...Mr. Montoya├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Then she walked out of the office. Montoya sighed and sat down on his chair. The weight change as his chair slid backwards on its wheels cause the weakened floor to collapsed. After tumbling backwards onto the broken rubble, Montoya was still on his chair. It was just the chair was backwards on the ground. He slowly stood up and groaned, feeling his arm. The desk was perfectly balanced, one of its legs jutting into open space. Then a single pen fell over on the desk, shifting weight from the left and to the right. Montoya danced backwards a split second before his favored desk smashed into where he had been.
Josh lay in bed, trying to not think about how he was going to spend the next two month's here. Then there was a rustling. Josh looked around and saw that the sound was coming from the celling. A splotch was forming. Then Ginger dropped down from the celling, bearing Josh's kids. Josh was ecstatic. Ginger smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôGot here first├óÔé¼┬Ø she said even as the cubs she held yipped frantically, trying to get at Josh. She let them go. The kids begin to climb over his bound up body. Josh was a bit worried they would unhook some of his tubes. But then they found that it was too much fun clawing at his cast. Because the cast was very thick and covered his entire body, they were going to be at it for quite some time.
├óÔé¼┼ôThanks├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, looking at Sally. Then the door to the room burst open. Sally shoved past the nurse, almost knocking the woman over. Sally didn't waste any time, pushing past Ginger and kissing Josh. Josh murmured something, choked off by her tong. When Josh was starting to go a little blue Sally moved away. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're alive├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ônow stay that way for a bit├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going to-├óÔé¼┬Ø. The door bust open and Steve walked into the room, Sandra trailing behind him. He closed the doors seconds before Hernandez fired. The bullet bounced off the nurse's metallic tray, sending tubes and syringes flying.
├óÔé¼┼ôHey Josh├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI heard you got in the wrong way with a block of cement├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt was not that hard├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôJust piss of a drug cartel too much├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat did you do to a drug cartel?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôExisted, apparently├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. Sally broke up the conversation by kissing him again. After a few moments, Steve slowly tapping his foot impatiently, the kiss was broken by Josh needing to breath again. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks for everyone for visiting├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I gotta go. Things to do├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't forget about me anytime soon├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou know it├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said, jerking the door open. It opened right into Hernandez face. His silenced pistol fell under him as he collapsed, his head ringing.
Steve walked down the hallway. Hernandez rolled over as Sandra passed him. He brought his gun up. Steve got to the exit and stepped to the side, holding it open for Sandra. Hernandez held his fire. Sandra walked out of the hospital and Steve followed. Hernandez took aim. Steve closed the door a split before Hernandez fired. The bullet bounced off the glass, witch was bullet proofed. ├óÔé¼┼ôDid you hear something?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôNah├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra said. They walked away from the hospital as quickly as possible. Word was the revolution had sent a hit man after them, so they had to be on the look out. Hernandez felt like giving up right then.
├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôI won't be able to scratch you behind the ears for a while├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't be so sure├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôNow I gotta go and kill some people├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh blinked. Ginger hurramphed. ├óÔé¼┼ôEr...can someone get these kids off me?├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh asked trying to change the subject, looking at the kids, who were still enjoying the sensation of clawing at the cast. Ginger grabbed them ├óÔé¼┼ôIs it all right if I take these kids to a sitter?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI was about to ask you that├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. She kissed each of her kids on the forehead. They woofed. Sally hawked and spat in a cup. Then she handed it to Ginger's free hand ├óÔé¼┼ôHave the sitter keep this on their person at all times├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Ginger gaped at the cup. ├óÔé¼┼ôThey will need to smell like either me or Josh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôOr like Ginger or Steve, because they count as relatives├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, coughing ├óÔé¼┼ôI think I can...find a way around the smell issue without the loogey├óÔé¼┬Ø. She dropped the cup in the trash. Sally made a face ├óÔé¼┼ôWaist of spit there├óÔé¼┬Ø She said. Ginger nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll scrounge up the sitter├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI think the kids will be fine├óÔé¼┬Ø. She looked at Josh, who was still staring a bit at Sally. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm...the...killing people?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going to find the people who did this too you. Then I'm going to kill them├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger smiled, her face looking a bit unhinged. Then she sank into the floor and was gone. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut first├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. She knelt at the bed.
Then buried her head into her cast ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. Josh looked at her. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm so sorry├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôThis is my fault├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo...No its not├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. ├óÔé¼┼ôI was the one who took the cocaine├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôIf I hadn't taken the cocaine...if I waited before I jammed my nose into that vial...then none of this would have happened├óÔé¼┬Ø. Her voice was thick with tears ├óÔé¼┼ôIf there was anything I could do├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôToo make this up to you...├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWerewolf├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said faintly. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWerewolves heal faster├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh...but...I├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. Josh shook his head as best he could ├óÔé¼┼ôNever mind├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôI kind of like being human├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôI like you being human too. A werewolf├óÔé¼┬Ø she ran her hand over his chest cast, and Josh wished he could feel it ├óÔé¼┼ôWould never use his tong like that...├óÔé¼┬Ø.