Fuck what a night was the first thought Jacquie had when he woke up the morning after his and LBD's botched Austin Tellamore job.
He
reached out from under the covers and pulled open the blinds to let in the
sunlight and force himself awake, except the only thing behind the blinds was
an iron grey sky. He threw away the covers and spun around at the same time he
folded himself over. The result put him sitting on the edge of his bed in his
shorts and yawning. He scratched his head, popped his neck, and reached for the
open beer on the nightstand still a little cool from being opened in the middle
of the night. Headed down the stairs to the Lincoln
Jacquie thought to himself, I have to go
back there and check it out. I won't be able to think about anything else today
unless I go back there first thing and have a look. I need to see it in the
daylight, see if there are any clues. He got in the Lincoln cranked it on
and drives away.
How
did she do it? A remote controlling some kind of giant electromagnet might have
done it. LBD's gun did drop to the floor, and LBD would never willingly let
that happen. But then why weren't we glued to the ground too, and how much
metal could we have had on us, really? Fuck I just need to get back there and
have a look.
Jacquie's Lincoln crept up to the
warehouse slowly. First he looked straight ahead trying to catch anyone who
might be waiting for an ambush. Then he moved his eyes to the skies to see if
anyone was up there somehow flying or otherwise. Nothing. No wires or trick
mirrors either. The Lincoln rolled into the same spot it occupied the night
before. Jacquie got out and headed inside. He was cautious, each step was
straight and deliberate and only after he glanced around twice. He rested his
hand on his gun inside his coat as he entered the warehouse. Once it was clear
he put it back at his side.
Jacquie walked over to the table and
stood one foot step's length behind the exact spot where he stood the night
before. Nothing. He stood exactly where LBD stood. Nothing. He stood on the
exact spot he was in last night. Still nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Fuck! None of this makes sense. Maybe it does and I'm
just not getting it. Maybe I really know whats going on and I'm just not
letting myself believe it.
The last place to look was the roof. Just
as cautious as he had been before, Jacquie climbed the stairwell and climbed
out onto the roof the same way he had before. He peaked out on the roof and
then suddenly had an idea. He rushed back down the ladder. Maybe after I saw them head to the roof, but before I actually saw them
on the roof they gathered some kind of base jumping supplies and put them on as
they headed for the roof. Jacquie ran across the warehouse floor over to
the fire escape where they made it to the roof. The fire escape turned out to
be only a few feet wide and considerably unstable. They couldn't have, there was no way for them to do all of that in that
short amount of time on such an unstable base. Fuck!
Jacquie climbed out onto the roof. The
bite of the wind was cold on his nose. He knew there were no clues left behind.
His gut felt heavy. Seeing what he already knew didn't make him feel any
better, it made him feel worse. It all
comes back to the Syndicate. The Syndicate of the Darkening Sun. Judging by
this morning I'd say we had a win last night, but that isn't true. Oh fuck,
it's just a name. It doesn't mean anything really, fuck what Lucius Martin
thinks. It's just a scary name...still. It doesn't change the fact that weird
shit has been piling up lately. Old Salty being possessed by something, Austin
taken away by avengers in the night, what the fuck is going on. I don't even
have Simon to bounce ideas off of, LBD is alright. He seems like someone I can
trust eventually. I thought being in the dark about the Syndicate's real agenda
would be a good thing, but I think it's eating me up inside. I know it is if
shit keeps happening like last night. I know finding out the truth won't change
anything. I'll still have to be a Gun Bearer, like it or not, but fuck it has
to be better than this. Better than this nausea.
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