The first day started out as any other and it wouldve if but for one thing..
The call from upstairs changed everything. With minimum prep i was ushered into a windowless room where sat the other invited. There in his regal glory was none other that Frank.Frank the Man , the fuck ya Vote for Me – click click Frank.
Along side was none other than his uber number 1 guard, Kaleb the MMa monster. Wow this was sensational. Startlement showed even through my usual aplomb.Luckily the guests were suitably self indulgent and seemingly bared notice of my existence. The Job was presented by 2 goons from higher up and their head empty do it squad. The report in possible perp action linking the hit squads to The kingdom had been greenlighted to go ahead and implement.My facade
crumbled at hearing action on strategies that linked to an agenda I had been working on. Particularly the tech upgrades of anti faerie/feral ammunition that me and a couple of pals had nicknamed operation “Light up the Horde”. The alpha testing on shotgun ammo was having some pleasing results..
I was proud of my achievement
Anyway the suits vacated the room making it clear we were to stay until resolution was made. After copious amounts of inane conversation that was always fabulous when made by Frank the decision was made to drop by and have a little investigative chat. On The kingdom.
After arrangements were made by the boring domicile that poured falseness over the internet we were instructed to all go. This was actual field work. This was gonna be cool.
Checking out the think tank science nerd from over yonder and the dont fuck me off kinda teacher I realized this was either going to be one FUBr scenario or some crackpot with power had hit the jackpot. About to leave I carefully check my piece and more importantly what was feeding it. Just in case I needed i had it up front and centre.Standing up I am presented with a sense of disquiet about what is about to unfold
Upon arriving we are gooed and gaared at (well we being mainly 1) and led to soft cushions and soft promises. The disquiet become a hum. Nutrients were presented and to my
horror and desire the taste I never thought would slide across my palate did that and hit the Alert Button. It was genuine Eden Liquid. Stunned I look ay my colleagues as they all look unawares. Gathering together I sort out all the reasons, implications and possibilities. The process starts to derail when the secondary effect of Claret No1 rolls on through.Oh the sublime and the shame. When the Head Bitch is just about to lead us to Him I seize through the befuddlement and launch the first shot I could access.
“Are you some way responsible or linked in with the …. attacks” followed by “..after all this is real blood you have served us isnt it…” Ooooops
Shit gets real and through the layers of emotion the unthinkable was focused on. Frank, who had just previous turned the charm factor 9 switch on, was being mesmerized out of our protection. I grab his jacket which he skillfully leaves in my clutches and moves to step through the doorway and into hell with the promises of heaven I had no doubt.I step after him going through the presented risk factors and prepared my options. Exploding with physical preeminence Kaleb envelops Frank and stops him like space holding on to a space man with his ass stuck out the ship. All the infernal powers he had were ineffectual. Like pebbles on a wall. Cept Vampires arent good at constrained from what we really want to do and at that moment he wanted his ass to follow hers. Glancing past I still shot in my head the image of what was waiting his arrival.Choosing the incorrect way to enter, two soldiers advance through intent in confirming their prey..
The image will stay on how an infernal can literally suck the essence of a warm blooded. Inhaling the force of a man like a coke head nosing through a line.
Shit got real. Pulling out my side arm I bring to stance and present the call of the Law. Ignoring my command (and me in general) they key in on Frank. Who is about to go Vampires
version of a Hulk and not Gang am style. Checking my gun is good to go I bring it to bare..