The 1939 Knucklehead had been parked about a mile down the road, for fear of its distinct sound rustling up unwanted attention. So mewhere outside the compound, he was seated on a fallen tree, blowing rings of smoke up into the face of an unfamiliar sky. Tendrils of smoke would snake from his nostrils, cursewords of impatience spoken under his breath. He had to pay more for this than passage from the last realm to this, it had better be worth it.
Not long after the cigarette was extinguished, someone sat down next to him. It wasn't unexpected, however, so no alarm had been raised during the approach. He narrowed his eyes, giving his counterpart the once over. "You have what I paid for?" His ear followed the path a curled finger showed and he leaned in to the whispers.
It had been more than an hour later when the last nod came. Apparently, it had been a worthy investment. The Association was nothing new to him, but the events over the past decade certainly were. Leaning back, he reached toward his shoulder where a soft pack had been tucked into the rolled up sleeve of his white T and flicked a cigarette upwards, catching it deftly with his lips and returning the pack to his sleeve, he smiled crooked around his cigarette, knowing that ambitious Kajira with especially soft feet and good hearing were a precious commodity, he spared her life, waving her off.
"You know when to meet with me again..."
The Kajira prostrated herself into Nadu something, she had said, she had not done in years. Her new Master appeased, she ushered herself from his presence. He chuckled, pulling something from the darkness and looked over what Brutin had given him years ago before tucking it away, back into his boot. The cigarette was lit, his face illuminated for only a moment from the flame of his match. Standing, he strolled back to the place his motorcycle had been stashed, mulling over the array of options that had just been presented. Business here was better than he'd originally thought.....
...
.....It was time to rebuild a reputation...But first, some whiskey and women at the local dive.
Not long after the cigarette was extinguished, someone sat down next to him. It wasn't unexpected, however, so no alarm had been raised during the approach. He narrowed his eyes, giving his counterpart the once over. "You have what I paid for?" His ear followed the path a curled finger showed and he leaned in to the whispers.
It had been more than an hour later when the last nod came. Apparently, it had been a worthy investment. The Association was nothing new to him, but the events over the past decade certainly were. Leaning back, he reached toward his shoulder where a soft pack had been tucked into the rolled up sleeve of his white T and flicked a cigarette upwards, catching it deftly with his lips and returning the pack to his sleeve, he smiled crooked around his cigarette, knowing that ambitious Kajira with especially soft feet and good hearing were a precious commodity, he spared her life, waving her off.
"You know when to meet with me again..."
The Kajira prostrated herself into Nadu something, she had said, she had not done in years. Her new Master appeased, she ushered herself from his presence. He chuckled, pulling something from the darkness and looked over what Brutin had given him years ago before tucking it away, back into his boot. The cigarette was lit, his face illuminated for only a moment from the flame of his match. Standing, he strolled back to the place his motorcycle had been stashed, mulling over the array of options that had just been presented. Business here was better than he'd originally thought.....
...
.....It was time to rebuild a reputation...But first, some whiskey and women at the local dive.