February 2009
11 posts
#10 The Beginning of the End
That was dirty what I did to Jacquie, thought Simon on the drive to Gillingham’s office.
“Jacquie seemed a little upset,” said Kitten staring at the night lamps as they whizzed by.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about Kitten, he’ll be fine. You can never tell with that guy anyway.” I wonder if Kitten is okay? Fuck I know Jacquie isn’t okay....
#9 Have I Got a Show For You
To Jacquie and Simon, Vice-President Mike Billows looked like a very tired and worn down man, he sat in his work chair like a discarded old bathrobe. The boys were happy because they thought it meant they could just wait outside while Kitten got the information, but the Dame overruled them and they were forced to sit in the dark corner of the office.
When Kitten came into the office after changing...
#8 The Road to Hell
“Jacqueline Bloom are you trying to score with Cherry Valentine or what?” asked Kitten Kaboodle from the backseat of the black Lincoln.
Jacquie turned around and glared at her, “No, Kitten, for the last time the guy pulled a knife.”
“Yeah, the police found a knife. Good thing you shot the guy in the leg too. But did you see the way Lorenzo stared you...
#7 Gun Bearers and Damsel Strippers
Jacquie could smell something foul in the air. Was it stale beer or sweet and sour cocktail juice? No. And it wasn’t body odor or anti- bacterial hand sanitizer either.
It was frustration and hormones. The room was full of it, and it was the right mix to make anger. Rage. Disaster. Somebody was in for a world of hurt. The Damsel strip club was divided into seven arenas of various sizes....
#6 Not In Much Distress
“So I’m guessing by the silence you don’t want to talk about what happened inside of Gillingham’s office after I left.”
“Nothing to talk about, Jacquie, we’re headed out to the Damsel to get Kitten. Gillingham says we have to fulfill our assignment and Kitten can help us.”
“‘Fulfill our assignment?’ How? Salty is...
#5 Alone In the Hall
“Sorry I can’t stay and chat, Mr. Gillingham said I could leave at five today,” said the dominatrix-looking receptionist, “bye.”
Jacquie Bloom nodded his head at the receptionist as he took a seat outside of Gillingham’s office.
Dammit, Simon, thought Jacquie to himself. Such a fucking hot head all the time…but then again…Salty was acting really...
#4 Changing a Tiger's Stripes
“Sorry for the interruption, Jacquie, Simon,” Gillingham said to his two best men, “please go ahead, how was your mission to pick up Salty Foreman?”
Jacquie looked over at Simon. Simon shrugged back at Jacquie, which meant, based on how Gillingham had just treated the bad news about his weapons being lost, Simon wasn’t going to hold back the truth.
“Mr....
#3 The Nature of a Changing Tide
Simon and Jacquie sat in stiff leather and steel chairs across from each other outside of
Gillingham’s office. The receptionist in the corner leaned over her cell as she texted. Jacquie stared at Simon. Simon stared at the receptionist, whose visible tattoos on her hands and neck made her look like she belonged on an internet website that caters to non-conformity beauty.
Suddenly, the cell...
#2 The Long Road Back
After a long period of silence, “Who, the fuck, is Apollyon?” Jacquie asked as he scratched his eyebrow and made a left turn.
“I have no idea, was it Salty’s allies maybe?” Simon replied from all fours in the back seat collecting chunks of brain and bone. “You want to give me a hand here?”
“You know the rules: you kill, you clean,” Jacquie...
#1 Two Men, a Demon, and a Bullet
“Remember, no violence,” said the thin, bearded driver.
“Yeah, I remember Gillingham’s specifications,” grumbled the thick necked passenger. “I don’t understand, why send Gun Bearers to just pick up a guy?”
“Probably to protect him, Simon,” replied the thin man as the black Lincoln Continental stopped.
“Yeah you’re right,...
