After
a long period of silence, "Who, the fuck, is Apollyon?" Jacquie asked as he
scratched his eyebrow and made a left turn.
"I have no idea, was it Salty's allies
maybe?" Simon replied from all fours in the back seat collecting chunks of
brain and bone. "You want to give me a hand here?"
"You know the rules: you kill, you
clean," Jacquie said, then breathed and added, "no fuck that, the rule was NOT
to fucking kill Salty."
"That wasn't fucking Salty,
Jacquie," Simon said back.
"You know what? I agree with you,
which is why I don't think Apollyon was Salty's allies, I don't know what the
fuck it was. But what I do know is that this little fuckenstance we've found
ourselves in is just one more thing that freaks me out about The Syndicate."
Simon rose up from the backseat,
whipped his chin with his wrist, and looked at Jacquie through the rearview
mirror, "You got your doubts about The Syndicate too, huh?"
"After what we just witnessed, how
could I not? But it is good to hear that you're on the same page as me."
"Fuck yeah, Jacquie. At first I just
thought Gillingham was a little eccentric, and then I thought maybe he's a
little crazy, maybe even senile. I mean a crime syndicate in this day and age
is kinda lost on most people especially one called The Syndicate of the Darkening Sun, whatever the fuck that means.
But the old guys got us picking up whacko's calling themselves some kind of
satanic voodoo lovecraft bullshit and we're supposed to just play along?"
"No way man."
"You're damn right, no way. And ya
know what? I'm glad I blew off Salty's head, we're headed back to Gillingham to
show him our mistake. I look forward to it, I know you probably feel
differently, Jacquie, but I can't wait to see the reaction on the old boss'
face when he hears the story we've just played out."
"Yeah, you're alone on that one, but
I'll be right behind you when we walk into his office."
"Don't worry, I ain't gonna play
'who has the smokin' gun' I'll lay down my piece and swear to every word. He
never should have sent Gun Bearers to do a job like this."
"Dammit, Simon we do all kinds of jobs,
Gun Bearer is just a title. What I don't understand is why you're even allowed
a gun in the first place; giving you a gun is like gas on a forest fire."
"In light of the current circumstance I
find myself in, you might be very right about that."
"He's gonna have your ass for this."
"I'm his number one guy, what's he gonna
do to me?"
"Bury you with Salty and the gun."
"Hey, don't start in on me with that
gravedigger pessimistic attitude, Jacquie."
"They don't call you Simon 'Corpse-maker'
Refing for nothing."
"Ain't that right."
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