"So I'm guessing by the silence you don't want to talk about what happened inside of Gillingham's office after I left."
"Nothing to talk about, Jacquie, we're
headed out to the Damsel to get Kitten. Gillingham says we have to fulfill our
assignment and Kitten can help us."
"'Fulfill our assignment?' How? Salty is
dead!"
"I dunno man. He just laid out a new set
of instructions and told me if I fucked this up I was going to 'fly sky high on
a chair made of rockets and razors.'"
"He said that?"
"Yep."
"Gillingham has lost his mind."
The pair of Gun Bearers rolled into the
Damsel just as the last remains of sunlight left the sky. The word "Damsel" was
written in bright white lights over a solid black building. There were no
windows just a set of double wide doors beneath the glowing sign. The parking
lot was filling up fast. The sign was like a beacon for the cities lonely,
depressed, frustrated, and excited. They joined together with one common
interest, fast women. The Damsel had a reputation for delivering the highest
quality entertainment, which meant eye candy by the bucket load.
Simon walked in a few steps ahead of
Jacquie. Simon's eyes were straight forward. Jacquie looked down, only
occasionally glancing up. A large bald bouncer wearing a white shirt and gold
necklace came out of the front desk when he saw the pair coming in. Simon
opened his suit jacket, slightly revealing the butt of his gun. The bouncer
stopped walking and turned his attention to the patrons walking in behind Simon
and Jacquie.
Inside the club's main room, Jacquie
headed for the bar, while Simon headed for the dressing room. The main room had
seven separate miniature arena bowls. The bowls were lined with chairs, tables,
and wide eyes. At the center of all the arenas were beautiful dancing women.
The main stage, the largest arena bowl, had three poles while the others only
had one. And using up two of those poles, when Jacquie glanced over, was Cherry
Valentine. Jacquie had met Cherry before, a red-headed dame with the attitude
to go with it. She was hot and fast, everything Jacquie and Simon loved and
hated about the Damsel.
Sitting in the front row, watching
everyone else that was watching Cherry, was Lorenzo El Scorcho. Lorenzo was a
fellow Gun Bearer. However, he was anything but a friend to Jacquie and Simon.
Jacquie only noticed him through the darkness of the club because he could feel
the icy stare Lorenzo was giving him. Jacquie rubbed his beard, palmed his Beam
and Coke, and only looked back at Lorenzo when he took a quick sip.
This day is far from over, thought
Jacquie to himself, far far from over.
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