Four o’clock in the fragging morning and I’m flying invisibly across the Seattle skyline with 400 kilos of semi-frozen, semi-waterlogged, all-dead troll floating alongside me.
Perhaps, I should go back a bit and explain. You see, life was going well and so I let my guard down. That resulted in my capture and friends getting injured and one even dying in the rescue. I made him a promise to help him see his father on his “death day”.
That’s a promise I mean to keep. And I intend to pay this debt as early as possible. After three days, Trog’s starting to get a little ripe. Unlike John Rollin’s former life, I don’t have access to a walk in freezer to keep him on ice for that long. Luckily, I’m a mage and mages like me don’t let little things like insufficient freezer space prevent us from keeping a dead troll on ice. That’s right boys and girls, water spirits, they don’t just keep your beer icy cold.
Getting Trog’s body released to me took a little bit of fast talking. Luckily, I thought to myself “What would Hirito say?” and suddenly I had them not only releasing the body into my custody but delivering it to my apartment. Sure, some of you are probably wondering why I didn’t ask them to deliver the body in three days, but I couldn’t take the chance that his family would pick Trog’s body up during that time. I didn’t have much fear that his father would, but his brother on the other hand actually seemed to care.
Now it’s not like I was just sitting around for three days while Trog sat on ice in my shower. I also grabbed some recordings of Trog’s voice and got a guy to piece together some choice lines for his father than I could have rotate through the various microspeakers I was attaching throughout Trog’s body.
So that’s why I’m levitating invisibly along the Seattle skyline with 395 kilos of waterlogged Troll dripping on the early morning pedestrians below us as we slowly make our way to the walled Gallagher residence. It was time. I called on my spirits. Seven watcher spirits, two water spirits, and two air spirits appeared before me. I sent five of the watchers in, telling them to attack enemy spirits found within the Gallagher’s walls. The other two I told to find me the location of men in the yard and the house and report back to the spirits. “Find the mage and take him out first, then focus on the rest of the soldiers. Use only nonlethal force on the living. Do not attack these two.” I visualize the pics of Troy and his father I’d seen in Trog’s apartment.
I floated Trog’s body to just over the wall and dropped the invisibility on him. A couple seconds later and a salvo of gel rounds started firing. Their aim was subpar to say the least, but the few gel rounds that hit caused mini explosions of ice shards and water. It looked like Troy came through with the ‘quality’ troops. The message to him about his brother’s final death day seemed to have gotten the response that I wanted. I had asked that he bring out a security squad of clerks and file pushers, he knew the type of people. The ones standing around the water cooler always saying that they could have been crack Knight Errant troops if management had just given them a chance. Well, here was their chance.
I felt a counter to the levitation spell holding Trog up, but it was so weak it had no effect. The mage barely got started on a yell of pain from the drain, before an air spirit engulfed him, cutting of his oxygen. Two more ‘weekend warriors’ that I could see dropped as they were engulfed by spirits. All the while Trog floated toward the house. Only Troy and a distinctly European man stood in the way. The four spirits converged on the European man. And in blink of an eye, a sword was out and three spirits were gone. Troy gave a slight nod and the European man dispatched the final spirit while faking getting an incapacitating injury from the spirit. Professional soccer players would be jealous of the skill he displayed faking the injury.
“Call it insurance that you were playing on the level.” Troy’s voice appeared in my comlink.
I keyed the microspeakers and floated Trog into the house.