The strike of spurs rang out in the dark silence of night as heavy boots found faded cobblestone. Puddles marred the avenue, a surplus from the midday rain that poured across the city. No other soul traveled that urban corridor, only him. Only the Reaper.
Up ahead Boreas could see the neon glow of the sign, illuminating the shadows with a halo of crimson light. Blood Red, a local vampire hot spot ran by The Legacy was where the Winds sometimes met, its clandestine corners and unpopular main stage attractive to those wanting to avoid watchful eyes and prying ears. It was a corner building, its door adjacent to the intersection, which made seeing who was coming and going from different vantage points another advantage. He took the three steps and yanked the door open, moving inside as it closed behind him.
A combination of smokes - some from cigarettes and cigars and some from the fog machine - wafted across the air and resulted in a haunting luminous threading through the haze of dimly lit candles. Tables were scattered about, and while not a single chair was occupied, a hot little number writhed upon the rickety stage in the center of the room. She twirled mindlessly around the brass pole that ran from ceiling to floor, topless to show off the endowments nature had blessed her with along with the multiple bite marks that marred her neck, shoulders, stomach and breast. She couldn?t have been more than twenty and yet her eyes held the pain and weight of four or five decades.
?Well I?ll be god damned!? Came a familiar voice from behind the bar. ?Must be my lucky day.?
?Soby.? Boreas greeted the man as he approached, giving only one more small glance toward the vixen gracing the stage. ?How?ve you been??
At one point in time Soby had been the poster-child for badass bikers everywhere, but that was many years ago, close to forty. While the tattoos covering each arm, his neck, and most of his chest, were intimidating, the most menacing characteristic of the man was his eyes. There was only one color, black, and it was flat and deep, darker than the leather of his chaps, his vest, and his soul. They were terrifying to behold, especially when narrowed. ?Not too shabby. Can?t complain any more than normal.?
?How about Linnet??
?She?s still puttin? up with my ass.?
?And the kids??
?Stayin? out o?trouble.?
Boreas smirked as he pulled a half-crushed pack of smokes from his deep trench coat pocket, plucking one out with his teeth. ?So they aren?t yours then??
Soby barked out a laugh as he pushed a rag inside a dirty beer mug. ?That?s pretty good.?
The fire from Boreas? lighter cast a dancing ember glow across the hard lines of his grim visage, making him briefly appear more demonic than mortal. ?I thought so.? He said between puffs that filled the air with acerbic exhales.
?The others are down stairs already. East and the Kid.?
?What about the South and West??
?Ain?t seen the ladies yet today, which is a shame. I like the way the blonde shakes her ass.?
?Careful.? Boreas said as he snapped the zippo shut and dropped it back into his pocket. ?She?ll rip your heart out.? The condemning look quickly faded as he turned and started for the door marked BASEMENT, those nasty spurs breaking through the heavymetal melody, sounding with each step.
He pushed through the door and started down the steps, leaving Soby, the girl, the strobe lights and the loud music behind. At the bottom of the stairs the complex opened up into a series of conference rooms and auditoriums. Kind of a strange sublevel for a strip club, but it was the primary reason the place was so popular. Darker sorts could conduct legitimate business between being letches and perverts. How accommodating.
?Boreas,? It was Jaisan, standing in a doorway, waving the brooding reaper toward him. ?Come here, man. You gotta see this.?
Boreas? stride didn?t quicken or fade, remaining measured in his approach. As always, he gave no hint to concern or eagerness. Eternally even keel. As he stepped through the door he saw Jaisan standing twenty or so feet from Eurus, a heavy pistol in his left hand. The room was their normally reserved chamber, and while they never left any data or Intel lying around, it was certainly nice to have familiar surroundings. ?What?s going on?? He asked before claiming a long drag of the cigarette.
?This is crazy, watch this.? Jaisan was excited, and as he turned to face Eurus he swung his head to free his eyes from platinum blonde bangs. His arm lifted until the barrel was level with the East Wing, Eurus Vulturnus.
Eurus looked as cool as Ice, in fact he even seemed a little bored. As always, the Italian assassino was impeccably dressed in a dark suit tailored to his trim physique, complete with fitted leather gloves.
Boreas watched from just inside the doorway.
BOOM!
The compression of the trigger fired the bullet with a thunderous burst, rocketing the chamber back to eject the empty shell. With the close distance, Eurus? reaction was nearly simultaneous, jerking around in a complete one-eighty.
The room fell silent, motionless.
Slowly Eurus wheeled back to face them on the heel of his expensive Italian shoe, uncompromised by the gun shot. He extended his hand and, one by one, peeled away the fingers until his open palm was exposed.
And there was the bullet.
?Oh shit!? Jaisan roared inside a laugh. ?That is crazy! I mean, at this distance that?s got to be impossible and he?s done it five times!?
?Sei.? Eurus corrected. ?Six times.?
?Right, yea, six! But then, check this out!? Jaisan shifted his eyes from Eurus to Boreas and back again. ?Do the second part.?
?Questo ? stupido.? Eurus murmured.
?Come on, man! Do it! Just one more time!?
Luckily for Jaisan Eurus was the consummate performer and considered such a demonstration just that; a performance. He sighed and shook his head before turning with a deft pivot that spun his gracefully masculine body in a series of pirouettes that, at the crescendo of the agile spin, concluded with the outward lash of his hand, whipping it across the air.
Boreas eyes were keen enough to see the item launch and followed its blurring trajectory to a picture across the room. The piece was a replica of Henry VIII, and encircling his head were six holes, five of which were in a perfect ring around the parameter of his face with a final one directly between the eyes.
?That is?.crazycool!? Jaisan was fist pumping now.
Boreas shook his head, sweeping his thick black hair across his shoulders as he made his way to a chair. He sat; the cigarette cradled inside the fore and middle finger of his right hand, and looked between the two men. ?Where are Zeph and Eerie??
?Not sure.? Jaisan answered as he moved to sit on the edge of the table, unable to keep from looking back over his shoulder to the picture and the holes that lined the face. ?But seriously, that is some cool shit.?
?I figured they would be here, but I guess it really doesn?t matter. They aren?t the ones who need to be here.? He took a drag and let the ashen smoke pour from flaring nostrils, billowing up to enshroud his head in a hood of grey. It did nothing to deter the hard stare he had for the young Technomancer.
?Me?? Jaisan stuck a thumb in his chest to accentuate his query.
?Absolutely. Now that the watch has stopped snoopin? around and looking for the Golem, we can get to work reprograming her. The Boss wants her operational quick, and that means you have to get a move on.?
?JhaiNein??
Boreas nodded. ?You got it. The Legacy wants her fully functional and you?ve got ten days to do it.?
?Ten days?? Jaisan balked. ?But I don?t even know what I?m dealing with. I mean, what does she even do??
?E 'semplice, fratello.? Eurus interjected as he rounded the table to take a seat across from the North Wind, keeping both he and Jaisan in view. ?She can see where other eyes can?t.?
?She has X-Ray vision? Thermal? Lowlight? Night??
?Not quite.? Boreas said. ?Magical.?
?Magical? I don?t see why that?s so special. There are tons of different magical viewing spells.?
Boreas took a long pull from the cig, nearly burning it completely down to the butt. ?Right, but none of them work in WestEnd. JhaiNein, because she?s a mixture of magic and tech, can locate and target things inside the chaos of WestEnd. While everyone else is running around blind, she can see through the blanket of bedlam that screws up that sort of detection. And if she can see, then we can see. ?
?Whoa.? Jaisan said with a low whistle. ?That?s heavy.?
Boreas nodded.
?And what are the plans for her?? Eurus tilted his head, focus completely on Boreas. ?Is she still up for sale??
?Not sure.? He lied through a billow of smoke. ?The boss hasn?t let me in on the next step.? Actually, the last time he spoke with his employer The Legacy said that he wasn?t going to execute the exchange with the Cambions, deciding to keep JhaiNein for himself. Boreas wasn?t sure how available he wanted this information to be and thought it best to just keep quiet. ?All I know is that she needs to be programmed and the box needs to be stripped and rebuilt in ten days, no exceptions.?
?Well then, I guess I?m outta here.? There was a touch of disappointment in Jaisan?s voice as he pushed off the table, not ready to get back to work. He liked Boreas, and though he didn?t know Eurus well (after all, who did?) he liked him too.
?Same here kid.? Boreas said as he dropped the cigarette to the floor and crushed it beneath his boot as he stood. ?I?ve got to swing by the Red Dragon and ?see about something.?
?A quest'ora?? Eurus inquired. ?Nightcap??
?Yea, something like that.? Actually, it had nothing to do with a drink. He?d been caught up with his job for a few weeks and hadn?t made time to see Tasha. He couldn?t take it anymore. His fingertips felt dead and his lips dull. He needed to see her. To touch her. To taste her.
He was done putting it off.
Up ahead Boreas could see the neon glow of the sign, illuminating the shadows with a halo of crimson light. Blood Red, a local vampire hot spot ran by The Legacy was where the Winds sometimes met, its clandestine corners and unpopular main stage attractive to those wanting to avoid watchful eyes and prying ears. It was a corner building, its door adjacent to the intersection, which made seeing who was coming and going from different vantage points another advantage. He took the three steps and yanked the door open, moving inside as it closed behind him.
A combination of smokes - some from cigarettes and cigars and some from the fog machine - wafted across the air and resulted in a haunting luminous threading through the haze of dimly lit candles. Tables were scattered about, and while not a single chair was occupied, a hot little number writhed upon the rickety stage in the center of the room. She twirled mindlessly around the brass pole that ran from ceiling to floor, topless to show off the endowments nature had blessed her with along with the multiple bite marks that marred her neck, shoulders, stomach and breast. She couldn?t have been more than twenty and yet her eyes held the pain and weight of four or five decades.
?Well I?ll be god damned!? Came a familiar voice from behind the bar. ?Must be my lucky day.?
?Soby.? Boreas greeted the man as he approached, giving only one more small glance toward the vixen gracing the stage. ?How?ve you been??
At one point in time Soby had been the poster-child for badass bikers everywhere, but that was many years ago, close to forty. While the tattoos covering each arm, his neck, and most of his chest, were intimidating, the most menacing characteristic of the man was his eyes. There was only one color, black, and it was flat and deep, darker than the leather of his chaps, his vest, and his soul. They were terrifying to behold, especially when narrowed. ?Not too shabby. Can?t complain any more than normal.?
?How about Linnet??
?She?s still puttin? up with my ass.?
?And the kids??
?Stayin? out o?trouble.?
Boreas smirked as he pulled a half-crushed pack of smokes from his deep trench coat pocket, plucking one out with his teeth. ?So they aren?t yours then??
Soby barked out a laugh as he pushed a rag inside a dirty beer mug. ?That?s pretty good.?
The fire from Boreas? lighter cast a dancing ember glow across the hard lines of his grim visage, making him briefly appear more demonic than mortal. ?I thought so.? He said between puffs that filled the air with acerbic exhales.
?The others are down stairs already. East and the Kid.?
?What about the South and West??
?Ain?t seen the ladies yet today, which is a shame. I like the way the blonde shakes her ass.?
?Careful.? Boreas said as he snapped the zippo shut and dropped it back into his pocket. ?She?ll rip your heart out.? The condemning look quickly faded as he turned and started for the door marked BASEMENT, those nasty spurs breaking through the heavymetal melody, sounding with each step.
He pushed through the door and started down the steps, leaving Soby, the girl, the strobe lights and the loud music behind. At the bottom of the stairs the complex opened up into a series of conference rooms and auditoriums. Kind of a strange sublevel for a strip club, but it was the primary reason the place was so popular. Darker sorts could conduct legitimate business between being letches and perverts. How accommodating.
?Boreas,? It was Jaisan, standing in a doorway, waving the brooding reaper toward him. ?Come here, man. You gotta see this.?
Boreas? stride didn?t quicken or fade, remaining measured in his approach. As always, he gave no hint to concern or eagerness. Eternally even keel. As he stepped through the door he saw Jaisan standing twenty or so feet from Eurus, a heavy pistol in his left hand. The room was their normally reserved chamber, and while they never left any data or Intel lying around, it was certainly nice to have familiar surroundings. ?What?s going on?? He asked before claiming a long drag of the cigarette.
?This is crazy, watch this.? Jaisan was excited, and as he turned to face Eurus he swung his head to free his eyes from platinum blonde bangs. His arm lifted until the barrel was level with the East Wing, Eurus Vulturnus.
Eurus looked as cool as Ice, in fact he even seemed a little bored. As always, the Italian assassino was impeccably dressed in a dark suit tailored to his trim physique, complete with fitted leather gloves.
Boreas watched from just inside the doorway.
BOOM!
The compression of the trigger fired the bullet with a thunderous burst, rocketing the chamber back to eject the empty shell. With the close distance, Eurus? reaction was nearly simultaneous, jerking around in a complete one-eighty.
The room fell silent, motionless.
Slowly Eurus wheeled back to face them on the heel of his expensive Italian shoe, uncompromised by the gun shot. He extended his hand and, one by one, peeled away the fingers until his open palm was exposed.
And there was the bullet.
?Oh shit!? Jaisan roared inside a laugh. ?That is crazy! I mean, at this distance that?s got to be impossible and he?s done it five times!?
?Sei.? Eurus corrected. ?Six times.?
?Right, yea, six! But then, check this out!? Jaisan shifted his eyes from Eurus to Boreas and back again. ?Do the second part.?
?Questo ? stupido.? Eurus murmured.
?Come on, man! Do it! Just one more time!?
Luckily for Jaisan Eurus was the consummate performer and considered such a demonstration just that; a performance. He sighed and shook his head before turning with a deft pivot that spun his gracefully masculine body in a series of pirouettes that, at the crescendo of the agile spin, concluded with the outward lash of his hand, whipping it across the air.
Boreas eyes were keen enough to see the item launch and followed its blurring trajectory to a picture across the room. The piece was a replica of Henry VIII, and encircling his head were six holes, five of which were in a perfect ring around the parameter of his face with a final one directly between the eyes.
?That is?.crazycool!? Jaisan was fist pumping now.
Boreas shook his head, sweeping his thick black hair across his shoulders as he made his way to a chair. He sat; the cigarette cradled inside the fore and middle finger of his right hand, and looked between the two men. ?Where are Zeph and Eerie??
?Not sure.? Jaisan answered as he moved to sit on the edge of the table, unable to keep from looking back over his shoulder to the picture and the holes that lined the face. ?But seriously, that is some cool shit.?
?I figured they would be here, but I guess it really doesn?t matter. They aren?t the ones who need to be here.? He took a drag and let the ashen smoke pour from flaring nostrils, billowing up to enshroud his head in a hood of grey. It did nothing to deter the hard stare he had for the young Technomancer.
?Me?? Jaisan stuck a thumb in his chest to accentuate his query.
?Absolutely. Now that the watch has stopped snoopin? around and looking for the Golem, we can get to work reprograming her. The Boss wants her operational quick, and that means you have to get a move on.?
?JhaiNein??
Boreas nodded. ?You got it. The Legacy wants her fully functional and you?ve got ten days to do it.?
?Ten days?? Jaisan balked. ?But I don?t even know what I?m dealing with. I mean, what does she even do??
?E 'semplice, fratello.? Eurus interjected as he rounded the table to take a seat across from the North Wind, keeping both he and Jaisan in view. ?She can see where other eyes can?t.?
?She has X-Ray vision? Thermal? Lowlight? Night??
?Not quite.? Boreas said. ?Magical.?
?Magical? I don?t see why that?s so special. There are tons of different magical viewing spells.?
Boreas took a long pull from the cig, nearly burning it completely down to the butt. ?Right, but none of them work in WestEnd. JhaiNein, because she?s a mixture of magic and tech, can locate and target things inside the chaos of WestEnd. While everyone else is running around blind, she can see through the blanket of bedlam that screws up that sort of detection. And if she can see, then we can see. ?
?Whoa.? Jaisan said with a low whistle. ?That?s heavy.?
Boreas nodded.
?And what are the plans for her?? Eurus tilted his head, focus completely on Boreas. ?Is she still up for sale??
?Not sure.? He lied through a billow of smoke. ?The boss hasn?t let me in on the next step.? Actually, the last time he spoke with his employer The Legacy said that he wasn?t going to execute the exchange with the Cambions, deciding to keep JhaiNein for himself. Boreas wasn?t sure how available he wanted this information to be and thought it best to just keep quiet. ?All I know is that she needs to be programmed and the box needs to be stripped and rebuilt in ten days, no exceptions.?
?Well then, I guess I?m outta here.? There was a touch of disappointment in Jaisan?s voice as he pushed off the table, not ready to get back to work. He liked Boreas, and though he didn?t know Eurus well (after all, who did?) he liked him too.
?Same here kid.? Boreas said as he dropped the cigarette to the floor and crushed it beneath his boot as he stood. ?I?ve got to swing by the Red Dragon and ?see about something.?
?A quest'ora?? Eurus inquired. ?Nightcap??
?Yea, something like that.? Actually, it had nothing to do with a drink. He?d been caught up with his job for a few weeks and hadn?t made time to see Tasha. He couldn?t take it anymore. His fingertips felt dead and his lips dull. He needed to see her. To touch her. To taste her.
He was done putting it off.