The wash and dry brush phase is almost over, two or three more sections. Since I started I have added around 10 pages of new text. Next up for existing work, letting it sit for a bit while I work on the new material. Bet you are happy for that. Until then, enjoy. 🙂
The Second Client of the Day
“What do you think of this one?” Puddles asked Whiskers.
“Looks like a frying pan to me,” he blandly replied.
“Single forged no need to worry if the handle will separate with a good hit,” Puddles went on, “And look at the weight.”
“What do the reviews say about its ability to survive an impact?” Whiskers sarcastically asked.
Puddles extended a single middle claw in Whiskers direction, “Ass. I’m ordering this.”
“Have you pulled the data on the Harowes yet?”
I sent a message to Chuck,” Puddles said to Whiskers, “asking him to get the data on the Harowes.”
“That will save us some time. Reviewing the information she gave us, this should be a night or two of work at most.”
“A quick case, nice.”
At the sound of the door chime, two vid-displays on their desk activated; two korogin males wearing matching black leather outfits waited. The bone facial plates concealed their expressions and through the vid made telling them apart difficult. One of them with both ears and neck pierced down to his collarbone, looked at the vid-camera and pressed the door chime. Another chime.
“Friends of yours?” Whiskers asked Puddles with a smirk.
Her left flattened before responding, “They look like gangers and I bet they don’t have any isstas.”
“Let us find out,” Whiskers replied, opening the door.
Walking in step into the office, their heavy boots made each step thud ominously. The pierced korogin pushed a chair over to Puddles side of the desk. The other korogin stood, glaring, behind the seated korogin.
“I want to hire you to watch me while I am in town,” the sitting korogin abruptly announced.
“To do what?” Whiskers asked.
“Keep an eye on me while I’m in the city,” he said a bit slower.
Whisker’s ears descended a bit, eyes narrowed, “You want us to watch you, why?”
Puddles began a staccato beat with one of her paws trying not to glare at either of the korogin. Silence from the black clad, heavily pierced korogin male sitting across the messy side of the desk and from his similarly black clad bodyguard glowering behind him. Whiskers looked at Puddles. Puddles shrugged before turning her attention back to the korogin.
“I’m trying to understand what you want from our agency,” she said. Paws on her side of the desk, one drumming a staccato beat, “We don’t do body guard work and you have…” gesturing with the non-staccato paw at the bodyguard.
The korogin in front of her looked over his shoulder, looked back and smiled or at least what Puddles took as a smile; the bone plates on korogin faces made reading any expression a gamble at best. A low rumble from both korogin, turned into belly clutching laughter. Whiskers ears wide apart and tail swishing, shrugged his confusion to Puddles. Puddles ears went flat, tail slashing her irritation with these two rising quickly.
“What am I missing?” she hissed at them.
“You don’t recognize us?” bodyguard asked around the last of his laughter.
“Should we,” Whiskers asked hesitantly.
The sitting korogin abruptly stopped laughing, “You don’t know who we are, for real?” Looking over his shoulder, he barked in korogin, “Tak-ga shinnat ur gagganoth.”
Bodyguard shook his head before speaking, “Does Acid Chamber sound familiar?”
“The quadstomp duo?” Whiskers replied ignoring the stunned look on Puddles face.
“That’s us,” the bodyguard said.
“We will take the job,” Whiskers said in a rush.