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Rene looks confused and then the bells go in in his head, or maybe it's his mobile phone. Yeah, thats it. He answers it and, man, who gives a toss.
I turn and look around for something to do why cashboy is on the phone and..
Oh, look! Glenn! And he's got some Wackaroni! Score for the Glennster.
He comes over, "They're giving away Wackaroni!" and shoves some of the grape flavored miracle food forward. Hmm. Yeah, its Wacky alright. Ew.
"Where are the others?" Renee snaps.
"Up on the grassy knoll." Man, that's where Id be if I wanted to wack you or Alex Able.
We start to walk back up and Glenn and I are sharing the BBQ flavored one which aint bad. Hmmm. Must get me some of these for the flat.
We get back and to the group and everyone's standing round talking to Barney. Barney's on a break from his warehouse job and looking for his brat kid. We offer to cover his expenses and Barney offers to take the booze to Father Tipsy in potato-land and so we agree to meet him later in the day. Yeah, cool, we're finally starting to do stuff.
Barney walks off and we all hang round and look at each other.
"You shouldn't have burnt the letter, Cas." Renee whines.
"What?" Screw him. "Why? It wasn't yours."
"Yes it was actually." he adds.
"Screw that! Who thinks I did a bad, huh?"
Olga raises her hand. Ok. Surprised now. They bitch like my mum and dad, why would she be agreeing with him? "You should have consulted us."
"Why? So we could bicker some more? Its burnt. Move on."
"But we needed to plan what we were going to do! Now was cant do that!" Renee protests.
"Yeah, and then we need to bicker about who gets to burn it and where we burn it and everything else. It's burnt, lets go deal. I mean we..."
*whack!*
Huh?
My face hurts! Renee bitch slapped me!
I feel the red cloud of anger descend and I fist up, ready to break Renee in half. Fuck the money, he's goin' down.
I step forward and Campbell steps forward and blocks my way. "Now you're both even."
"What?!? He hit me!"
"Yeah, and you hit him!"
"When?"
"When you took the letter."
"Huh?" I did not! "I just grabbed the letter! He went ballistic on me after that!" He started it, I didnt. I was just walkin' away!
"You took the letter by force!" Campbell snaps.
Campbell just nods and drops her arm.
What? Argument over? Huh?
"Yeah, so?" What the fuck does that have to do with it? I didnt kill him did I? I didnt break him. That's not force! Anyway, so what if I did take it? It's not like I stole it and kept it. We all got the 24 hours, whats the deal?
Renee is turning red and points a finger, sniping "I summon you to protect me and you hurt me and take my property. I just want to send you back from where I summoned you, Cas."
Yeah, send the white trash back to the street where she belongs, right? Yeah, well fuck you. "Fine. Suits me."
"Im sorry, Renee." Lindsey? Huh? "I did something tonight that I havnt done before and Im really sorry. I was trying to contact Arden, and I was almost... I heard you bickering and I got angry and I hit out at you. Im sorry." Fuck that. "But you have to stop treating us like we're beneath you or like you're the boss. We're all equal in this."
Renee's all wounded again "I dont! I'd love someone to take over and look at this thing but I cant! All my friends are..." Here we go again. Blah blah blah. Wake me up when its over.
"Cas has lost people! Olga has lost people. We are all in this together." pleads Lindsey.
"So what do we do then?" Renee asks.
"The numerologist. Duh!" I snap. Whoever the fuck that is.
"Olga's appartment to get the booze." Campbell suggests.
Plan! I shout out "Yeah, before we call Father Tipsy. Then we can tell him if we got the booze or not."
"Ok then."
Olga calls her cop friend and he doesnt mention the stiff in her flat, so I guess we're clear. He does mention that the place we took the rubber guy burnt down, so they must be pretty good at covering their tracks. Saves us doin' it I guess.
Apparently Renee's police trouble has cleared up. Well for a day atleast. He tells his layer to get it in writing.
We all go and pile into the car and head off to Olgas.
Im pretty pissed off in the car. My phone's busted and I cant get over the fact Renee hit me. Man I just wanna scream and really hurt these people sometimes.
Renee hit me.
Renee hit me.
No great surprise, I guess, I know how things work. The guys with the green think they can act like skeezy pimps and knuckles up whenever stuff doesnt go their way. They get mad and they think they own you.
Only thing that doesnt make any sense is why now? I mean isn't it usually after they get to 'cave clan' my sweet young meat that guys go all 'you never fuckin' listen'?
Fuck that. Like I really need another Rob. Yeah, screw Renee, even if he is more sugardaddy and a 5 year old's saturday breakfast.
Maybe next time he's on the line, Ill just let him die. It'd just serve him right.
No, better yet, I'm gunna hit him where it hurts. Im gunna charge!
I already own Glenn's arse and if I save any more of these dipsticks, then they'll have to buy their way free. Actually that wont really work, will it? Only Renee's got any real Cash. Olga's ok, but Renee's the cow here.
Yeah, it's Renee who I wanna milk. He wants Glenn back, then he pays me a third of what he's worth. Yeah, if Im just his magically dialed piece of arse then he can fucking well pay me for the goods I rescue or I'll put them back to the state they would have been in without me. If Renee wants Glenn then Renee can pay, otherwise I put Glenn back to how he would have been if I hadnt saved his arse.
I just sit and fume but the thought of the money calms me down. A third of what Glenn owns and earns must be pretty sweet.
Yeah, that's makin' me feel better.
We stop off at the Russian place and get Lindsey's bag then off to Olgas.
Olga and I head into the appartment while the others keep watch.
We get to the appartment and the stiff is still there and getting ripe by the smell of it. Hmmm, just like home.
Olga and I head in and some old biddy bitch from below pops in and starts nosing round. Olga goes and distracts her while I poke around.
She's gone for a while, but when she comes back I'm in the kitchen and she surprises me and I knock a jar down on the floor and it smashes. "Be careful!!". Opps, my bad. She grabs some stuff from the cupboard and surprised me by askin' "Do you know how to lay pipe?"
Hell yeah! "Yeah!" Blow your brains out kinda sex! Hangin' from the ceilin' kinda sex. Although it always sucks the next day, but...
She's lookin' at me like she expects more of an answer.
Hold on...
Why would she...
"Oh." No make that an "Oh!" Like with you?
I give Olga the cat eye. She's a fine lookin' honey and, well, I guess I woulda done the girl in the club the other week, so I must be kinda up for it. I mean Ive got the itch but, you know I wasnt really lookin' to...
Still, humpin' honey pots with Olga wouldnt be like bangin' some guy up against a wall in some club. I mean, it'd be stylish, right? Sorta like in the movies or somethin'? All kinda blurry and silk sheets and stuff, I guess. So...
She's looking impatient. I guess I should answer her. "Yeah, sure. I guess."
"Good." She hands me a can of something. Huh? A can? Is this like some spray on condom thing? "In the bathroom then."
You mean now? Errr. Oh for Set's sake, Cas, you've done it with strangers before, and Olga's kinda sorta like... err.... well, I dont know. "Um, sure, I guess." She must have a reason, right? Probably some magic thing. I hear witches do it nude and stuff. I guess I should own up and make sure her expectations arn't too high. "I havnt really.. you know.. I havnt done a lot... not with, err, you know.. with..." I cant believe Im blushing.
She looks at me and snaps out "Well! Just try and stop it leaking."
Leaking? "Huh?" No way!!! I look down at my pants. Nothin'. Dont flatter yourself, bitch, Im not that worked up. "Leaking?" Stop what? I didnt think we'd started yet.
"I'll be back soon!" Olga storms out again and I just stare for a while before I hear Campbell on the phone.
Slack jawed, like a chickenhead, I lift the phone up. "Yeah?"
"Is everyone ok? I heard breaking glass." Campbell asks, worried.
"Yeah, its a SWAT team. We're all dead."
"So nothing then?"
Duh.
I wonder if they heard. Man that was weird.
"I..zzzzzzt..glass..zzzt.zztt.zt."
"Hello?" Damn, it hung up. I dial again. Static then nothing.
I walk around and try and think what to do when I see the normal phone. I dial Renee's mobile and he answers.
"Hello?" he queries.
"It's me." I answer.
"Hello?" he queries again. Man, and I they say dropped out of school young.
"Renee, its me!"
"Cas?"
Bingo.
Campbell pops her head in the door, "Oh, it's OK, I'll tell Campbell!" I hang up and Campbell opens the door and I see an annoyed looking Renee at the door.
People come in and look ancious. Some goon slips on the stairs outside and soon Olga comes back. She grabs the booze and we head out. As we leave a mirror drops and then one of the bottles of plonk. Lindsey and Campbell are in the cosmic conspiracy, Xfiles, glass breaking union. Whatever.
We head out and leave.
Back to the car we head off to the numberologist.
Along the way we stop and I call back to the hood. DMS, nothing. Ice, nothing. I call the lady in the appartment and apparently nothing much has happened, but no sign of anyone, so I guess that scratch TF and Sarah. I call Fixer and again, nothing. Damn. Thats three down.
Finally I call the office. "Yeah, hi it's Cas."
"Oh, really. People are lookin' for you."
Is this 'cause I screwed them over. "Yeah, I guess they are."
"Guys in suits." Ok. Wasnt expecting that.... or maybe I kinda was.
"Oh yeah. Great."
"You got a price on your head."
I do? Cool!!!! Err, I mean damn. "Figures." Ok, I admit it, I gotta know. "How much?"
"200."
"Oooh. Scary." Hold on, Im almost insulted!
"Look, I'll top it for any info you can get on them guys in suits."
"Ohh, 210."
"Yeah, yeah. Look, just tell D and Ice I need to chat to them for a while, huh?"
"Nobody's seen 'em for a while."
Fuck. "Err, well just tell 'em its urgent, 'K?"
"Sure, how do they get in contact with you?"
Yeah, good question. I paged, 'em, so cross fingers. "Err, they'll know."
"Yeah, whatever."
"I hear you've had some problems down there. Riots and stuff? Streets and clubs? Anything weird in the clubs?"
"Yeah, guys in suits."
"Ah. Well thanks, bro."
"Fine. Take care, girl."
Fuck. Clubs too. Probably Scratch too then.
TF, Sarah, D, Ice, Scratch and Fixer. 6 all up. I beat Renee hands down. Yay, me.
Campbell make a call after me and we head off to the graveyard looking for the number buy. We collect all sorts of numbers that might be important and arrive.
Now where do we start?
Lawyers take note: Faith belongs to related belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and fox..
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