That mountain-o’-stupid has been a busy little shitwit…
Finished up the project and got called back ta Wildwood by Penny. Apparently, Mikhail nailed Diana’s arse to a chair, and now the countess’s mortal form is in a shipping crate ta cogs-know-where, safely out o’ the picture. Fine, dandy. He also found time ta break into the office of a dead bloke and steal his computer, somethin’ ta do with the Dauntain I keep hearin’ about. That dinosaur of a PC was encrypted, and Penny couldnae figure the blasted thing out, so she called me. Lucky her.
I crack its code with a bit o’ genius and get the thing running, start pullin’ up juicy goodies I didn’t personally care a fuckin’ wit for. Mik seemed pleased, I guess. Tough fuck ta read.
Now we’ve sent the pet sidhe to Primrose ta get Nicholas out o’ the way and keep the freehold in line… I’ve heard better ideas from the fuckin’ pervert, personally. I’d prefer we just off the prick, easier, but she demands he not be harmed. Instead, we’re putting Mekere’s arse on the line as bait, again. So help me, if anythin’ happens ta her while she’s gone traipsin’ about with Nicholas in the Dreaming, I will… She’ll be fine. I know she will.
She’s not fuckin’ leavin’ till she gets her damned armor, though.