…Feeling sweet feeling, drops from my fingers, fingers. Manic depression is catching my soul.
“Ok, I’m awake”, I mumble to my alarm as I move my hand to hit some random buttons to try to make the music stop.
Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain. You make love, you break love, it’s all the same…
Motor coordination seems a bit off this morning, so I use my SmartLink™ to turn it off. I lift myself up off the rug and look around. A half dozen opened beer bottles, a couple of open fast food containers with chopsticks. I pick up one of the containers and take a bite of an egg roll, I grab one of the beer bottles that is about half full and take a swig. I pull the pile of clothes on the floor towards me and start pulling on my jeans. White lace thong with Call me, Julie written inside. Sometimes I just wish things were clearer in the morning.
Mazula’s commlink starts flashing. “Umm, hello?”
“Hey Maz, I need your help, I think Monica might be cheating on me”, whispers Dwayne.
“You want Mazula to tail her?”, I mumble.
“No, I don’t want you to kill her!!! Just follow her”, Dwayne says in a heated whisper.
“That’s what Maz said tail not kill. Sure Dwayne, he owes you more than one favor.”
“Sorry buddy. Force of habit…”
I put the thong with my unopened mail, drop all the beer bottles and fast food containers into the trash, strap on my rugers and pick up my motorcycle helmet. I get to Dwayne’s apartment pretty early, I guess the kids are already in school. Hopefully I haven’t missed Monica yet. I wait for an hour or so before I see her car come out of the parking garage, luckily I stopped for some sort of caffein/sugar blend before arriving. I close the newsfeed on my commlink, put it away, put my helmet on and start to follow her.
She goes and grabs some groceries, some alcohol from the Liquor Barn and then heads to an outdoor walking mall around noon. There’s too many places I could lose her here, especially if she goes on foot to a nearby hotel, so I give Sam and Frenchie a call. Sam sounded distracted but maybe relieved to have something to do other than sit and wait. I’d probably woken Frenchie up and I’m guessing he was hung over but they both made it there fairly quick. I’d gone and sat down at a bench near the restaurant where Monica had ordered a drink. Frenchie stayed in the van but sent up a drone to keep an eye out. I guess he couldn’t lug his dwarven arse up off the driver’s seat that early in the morning. Sam came by, got the scope and wandered into the restaurant and sat nearby Monica who had already been joined by Martinez, a kind of sleazy cop Dwayne and I both used to work with who thinks of himself as a ladies man.
I little while later when Monica has gotten up to go, Martinez reaches for her hand and kisses it. I manage to get it on film especially Monica’s surprised reaction and her urge to jerk her hand away.
“So it looks like there is some kind of drug bust being set up tonight at 6pm and Monica says she can’t wait until its over. Oh, I’ve got a spirit following Martinez.”, says Sam as we follow behind Monica.
We hop in the van and find out Frenchie has left his drone following Martinez. We follow Monica back to the house. I give Dwayne a call and tell him, that so far it doesn’t look like she’s having an affair but she might be trying to set him up somehow in a drug bust. Dwayne and I decide that he might be better off “going to the clinic” to have his cough looked at and telling his partner to keep him informed in case something comes up.
Martinez has gone to the old LoneStar office where I worked and I decide its probably better to follow him in case Monica isn’t in on the rest of the plan. Near 5pm, Martinez heads out and stops to pick up a couple of cases of beer.
Dwayne calls, “We’ve been called in for a drug bust. I’ve sent you the coordinates.”
“Thanks, Dwayne. Hey when is your birthday?”
“Next week, why?”
“Early birthday party? Martinez and Monica have both stopped to pick up alcohol.”
We get a bit close to Martinez at one point, he starts accelerating away and a couple of cop cars pull out one in front of us and one behind. We leave the drone following Martinez, turn down a side street and Sam summons an air spirit. He sends the air spirit behind us and almost immediately the cop behind us drives his car through the front window of a cafe.
I call up Dwayne again, after Sam’s spirits scans the area of the house where Martinez went in with his case of beer. Both Monica and Martinez are in the house with another 10 people.
Trog hops out of the bus at a nearby bus stop and starts following Dwayne and his partner up towards the house. I sneak up behind the house, Sam sends his air spirit inside and Frenchie keeps and eye out with his drone.
There are a bunch of people inside the house ducked down behind the furniture to be out of sight of the front door. So its most likely a surprise party or but I’ll be ready to start shooting just in case. Just as Dwayne and his partner reach the door, the air spirit says, “Happy Birthday!” in a somewhat rumbly breathy voice, the lights come on, people come out of their hiding places and the door opens.
Monica looks pissed, I guess my job is done…