Now I think on it, a looney bin was actually the right place for half the fucks we hauled out o’ there tonight. Maybe just not that one.
Four days ago, Katrina finally decided that Brix, one of her guards that had been missin’ fer a month or two, was worth trackin’ down with her motley o’ misfits. She called me up ta keep ‘em in line and breathin’, and I was more than willin’ to oblige… Y’know, so long as she obliged me as well. Penny tagged along too, for all she wound up contributin’.
Search started off at the redcap bar Brix likes, where both Rex and Aslyn did their level fuckin’ best ta get us all killed. After that, we found the scene of a struggle that definitely involved our guy not a block off. I found a little swipe card fer some clinic while diggin’ in a pile o’ treasure, and Aslyn found a zit-ridden corner store clerk ta flash her funbags at. From Nicholas ta Adrian, and now this. Truly, she is the fuckin’ pinnacle of high sidhe society. Clearly, no better choice for a Count Elect fer Primrose…
From there, we follow the eshu through the bloody Dreamin’ fer a day or two and wound up gettin’ spat out in Central Park with the place me new card belonged ta right in front of us. I made meself useful and headed to the library ta get some info on the building, and when I came back nobody else had done a fuckin’ thing but stand there starin’ slack-jawed at the place. Sure, it felt dead n’ lifeless, what doesn’t in this shithole town?
While they stood back pissin’ and moanin’ o’er who’d be best at keepin’ watch with their thumb up their arse, I used the back entrance with the card. Rex and Aslyn followed me in, but Aslyn… she didnae last long. Girl lost her head, more so than usual, so Guard the guard had ta lock her in a trunk from what I hear. Whether it’s true or not, it’s fuckin’ hilarious.
Rex, or John, or whatever he was that day, earned some respect from me. He wound up bein’ incredibly useful in his own shit-crazy way. Unfortunately, lost him after we dumped off the two orderlies we’d been makin’ friends with and got Brix out o’ his max cell. I took the coat n’ keys from one o’ the fucksticks and both thwarted an alarm attempt and released a fuckin’ horde o’ loony fae, startin’ with some wide-legged satyr woman Brix seemed intent on seein’. No business o’ mine.
Wiped out the camera feeds fer the past hour ta cover our tracks, but just as I was makin’ a clean exit, this geriatric fuck who’d never had an imagination in his life catches me off guard with a gun. While we make our way back ta my cozy new cell, he starts tellin’ me all about their efforts ta lock the fae up here. Might’ve been interestin’, but he got… interrupted by Brix’s appetite. Apparently, that mad fucker had been roamin’ the halls lookin’ fer dinner, and I was only too happy ta ring the bell. I don’t imagine it tasted any better than it looked…
We get back and, lo and fuckin’ behold, Mekere’s still here. Apparently, Aslyn’s four-day absence forced Nicholas ta stay behind and look after Primrose in her stead. This time though, I’ll admit I was glad of the sidhe’s gross incompetence. Gave me another night with Sweet Cheeks. Informed Katrina that the job was done and when I’d expect payment, thanked Brix fer keepin’ a bullet from skull-fuckin’ me, and went ta bed with me love. Not a bad couple nights, overall.