Carlos’ journal 5
First step…find somewhere to crash. Second step…get some medical supplies. Third step…figure out who the hell this skinwalker is and set up this meeting.
Step one is easy. Cheap and fairly scummy motels all along the drag, so we head towards the nearest one. Checking on Max and Arlo, and I spot something out of my peripheral vision.
“Holy sh*t!” That’s the girl we’re looking for!"
Yep, providence strikes at the weirdest times. Jasper pulls out a u-turn and slowly pulls up beside her. I’m winding the window down and Stacey is already waking towards us. Apparently having sex with six strange men in the back of a minivan for the whole night is $500. Luckily for her, we’re not actually planning on doing that, although Max looks more than a little interested, mumbling something about collecting the whole set.
We find a motel, grab a couple of rooms, with an adjoining door between them and I head to the pharmacy with Jazz (yeah, Jasper has a nickname apparently, and we’re supposed to use it) and grab a ton of really basic medical supplies and rush back to the motel and get to work looking after the lads wounds. Luckily I got a little more than basic first aid training. It’s damn near a must logging in the middle of nowhere.
Knock on the door and some dude is wanting to talk to our leader. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! He’s trying to tell me his name is Ward, but I tell him to sod off and talk to the guys next door. I got people with bullet wounds to look after.
Of course, it doesn’t take long before the internal door opens and Ward wanders in with Ten, Jazz and Kilo. The kid, Stacey, is asleep next door, and shock f*cking horror, she turns out to be Wards kid.
She’s a wash out and Crystal hasn’t been letting Ward anywhere near the kid, so he has bee keeping an eye on her. More than a little creepy sneaking round hiding in bushes watching teenage girls, but each to their own.
He’s what Stacey was writing about. He’s something called a druid. Loves nature and sh*t from the looks of it, and can turn into animals. Glad he didn’t feel the need to do that in the room to prove anything, but he DID put his nature lovin’ hands on both the wounded boys and they popped up, right as rain.
Anyway, a favour was being asked of us, and Ward was using himself as payment. He was willing to be a contact for us and provide us with healing as and when he could. After seeing what he just did, that’s looking pretty handy. Catch was, those gangers we iced were part of a slightly bigger operation, being run by a creepy old Irish dude who had tried to do naughty stuff to Ward’s daughter.
We were to go in, sort that sh*t out, but leave the Irish guy for Ward. Now, there was nothing supernatural about this, and this isn’t our beef, so a wee vote was had to decide if we wanted to go ahead and do. Long story short, we did. For any number of reasons. Me? Well, Ward was a potentially very valuable source of information and leads, and there was the gun running f*cktards and their rapey boss getting their comeuppance to sweeten the pot.
We got some basic schematics of the building they were in and Ward assured us he could deal with the two gunners on the roof with no noise and then get us inside. From there, it was up to us.
A wee shopping trip to gather miscellaneous stuff like masks, tape, rope and the like took up a good chunk of the day and then it was time for some sleep.
Ten PM rolled around and Ward showed up right on time, ready to go. So go we did.
Ward took care of the guys on the roof as promised and then came and got us and let us in. No time for p*ssing round, Jazz burst through the door and opened fire, followed by Ten lobbing his mini cannons bullets at the poor sap in view. That f*cker never stood a chance and went down like a sack of sh*t.
I rushed over between two large shipping crates and could hear the sound of automatic gunfire and a few cries of pain. I bolted up the to the loading dock and opened the only door I could see. It turned out to be an empty office. With automatic gunfire still going off, I lobbed a couple of flares up the stairs to buy us a few seconds as Jazz caught my idea and yelled.
I shot up the stairs and almost immediately got crowded by the rest of the boys as we crammed in the doorway. Jazz started getting all MMA on the nearest guy and more bullets were unloaded in both directions, causing Ten to retreat back to the exit.
I followed up one of the gunmen and had a swing with the new axe. Missed! And the miss cost me big time. The guy stepped back and unloaded a couple of bullets. One in the shoulder and another through the leg. F*ck that hurts. Looking forward to getting the ballistics shield and riot armour, that’s for sure.
With no easy retreat, I rushed the guy and swung the axe, connecting around the clavicle. Turns out this is totally worth the five grand price tag. It cleaved the bastard in twain like a hot knife through butter.
Two guys left, one currently having a violent cuddling session with Jazz and the other trading shots with Max and Arlo. Since he was in reach of a mad charge, I obliged. One swing later and the result was the same as the other guy. Leaves a hell of a mess.
In between swings, Kilo had buzzed through on the coms.
The sirens sounded right outside the warehouse, so escape was going to prove a difficult option. Somebody pointed pedophile Irish Mike would be worth a bounty, so Max and Arlo shot the lock out of the remaining door upstairs and pushed through. I strode past…limped really and collared the old guy and we started marching him out to claim our bounty.
Let’s just say that things went badly for us at this point. Escorted to a holding facility, we were interrogated, held for days, abused for ruining a federal operation and given a job by the Company to hunt down the very man that was due to become our new contact, Ward.
I dunno if Monster Hunter is a viable occupation, but I’m sure as hell paying taxes and I ain’t voting for these pricks next election.
Gave Ward a heads up that we are now “hunting” him and we called it a day and crawled back to the base. A messy end to a hell of a blog. Stacey had better turn out ok, that’s all I’m gonna say about it.