I’d been meaning to check up a lead on those Montreal drug dealers, but I’d been too busy recovering. Well, no time like the present. My commlink flickers to life and starts dialing.
“Hi Red-Scale-Snake,” I say as her face appears on the comm. “It’s Sam Wolfe. How are things going? How’s the rest of Cinquieme doing?”
“Sam. Good to hear from you. Business is good. Group says hi.”
“I was wondering if you guys know anything about the drug dealing trade Montreal? Like who might be trying to sell stuff here in Seattle? This drug dealer would either have a mage on the payroll or possibly be in charge. Probably known for his spirit summoning, possibly with a preference for air spirits.”
“Drugs in Montreal is not my area. Will ask Pounder to check and get back to you.”
“Thanks, any info you might have would be appreciated.” I say.
Seeing her in the commlink really didn’t do her justice. Physically, she wasn’t sore on the eyes, but in person well you should see the aura on her! It lights up a room. Really she is only a couple of seconds away and there are some other questions I could use some help with.
“If you’ve got a couple minutes, would you mind doing the old astral jaunt over here? I’ve got a background I could use some help in identifying. We got rid of what we think is the source, a jaguar foci protected by howling spirits. If the Old-One is still around, ask him if he’d like to come along.”
“Old One was with us for a month. One day he said ‘I have learned all I can from you’ and disappeared. Have not seen him since. Too bad. Very handy crossing borders. Happy to check out background for you. Will send watcher to find you then come in self-spirit. Do not hide behind barriers for the next while.”
“See you soon.” I say as I close the commlink. She really is quite direct and to the point. Probably not a ‘Talk dirty to me’ kind of girl.
A few minutest later, she arrives aura aglow. A healer’s aura has always been a true vision of beauty.
“Don’t say I never take you anywhere nice,” and gesture for her to follow.
As we approach the area you can see the auras of the plants are covered in what looks like congealed blood. The astral smell is even worst. The most twisted part however is what happens as we enter. All that congealed blood oozes toward us trying to drown our auras. And we still had to go deeper. As bad as it was in person, it was even worst while astrally projecting. I’m sure my meat body is throwing up all over itself by the time we made it to that final room underneath the pub.
Red-Scale-Snake looked sickly. I’m sure I wasn’t winning any beauty contests either at this point. She examines the background count closely but you can see there is a definite haste in her examination. She nods and we get the hell out of there.
“Definitely Aztec nahualli magic. Animal spirit magic, used to broker deals with the magician’s spirit twin. Often use foci made from parts of totem spirit animal. Powerful priests also use blood magic sometimes. Very twisted.”
“The background cannot be from a mere focus. Perhaps it was a powerful magic event. Or the skull was a powerful artifact. Or the howling spirit was the source.”
“Whatever the cause, the source is gone now.”
“Thanks Red-Scale, next time you’re in Seattle dinner’s on me. If you are interested, I’ve still got a couple of hours left on my astral self, we can view the towns and catch up?”