The day started with a rapid thumping coming from the adjacent hotel room. Acting purely on instinct, I grabbed my glock and fired several warning shots at what I thought was the direction of the sound. I wasn’t aiming at anything in particular (Hell, I didn’t even open my eyes) so OF COURSE I hit Cornell in the leg. With both shells. From the shrieks of complaint that immediately followed, I knew I wouldn’t hear the end of it.
Somehow, a cup of coffee large enough to get me to stir appeared on my nightstand, so I managed to put on pants, and also drawers. Although not necessarily in that order. Cornell and I took the dividing door over and paid a visit to Delia. She had just returned from spying on the Marines and their weird sex parties. Sure, it was a PR scandal, but not enough to move the entrenched Third Third.
We had gotten some intel of our own about the pure and how they manage to keep their War Eagle sated. All evidence points to the Third suckering in ex-military and ex-police types, by offering them cushy private security work, and then sacrificing them to said eagle. Our theory was that there must be some manner of kill house set up to do so in a relatively organized and mechanical fashion. As much as I would have liked to give Dee some time to rest and a hot meal; the truth is that we’re running out of time, and Dee is our only member with the specialized skill set needed to pull off these sneaking missions. So, we sent her off to Ukiah once more. This time, her mission is to acquire evidence about the kill house, and steal Wincott’s personal sidearm -as a favor to me.
Dee sped off along her mission as the rest of the pack began to wake. Somebody ordered some breakfast burritos by drone. Which, I have no idea how that even works, but hey I won’t argue with free food. Cornell and I sat chilling in front of the motel, with our bounty of burritos splayed out before us, and just sort of naturally received a several callers. First Ross showed up to brief us about the arrival of his people, then Stretch, and we set everything up for the afternoon.
Palaver broke, and everyone went to prepare for the meeting. Meanwhile, Dee was already back in Ukiah, and had sniffed out the kill house. The pure had taken control of the old farmstead that was near the locus we’d named the “cornhole.” Presumably the family that once occupied the farm have already moved on from this world. Dee was able to spot the pure bringing in their latest victim. The clueless mook was shoved headfirst into the shadow not long after arriving. Now we know for sure, but we need hard evidence. As Pacino once said: it ain’t what you know, it’s what you can prove.
Back in Frisco, Cornell, Walt, and I, rode out to the Triple G’s den in the park. Ross was already there, greeting the arriving Fera. Stretch had informed me that I would be granted their den for the moot, and was to preside over it. I don’t know nothin’ about that. Never had a moot before, but I do know you don’t sit at another club’s table, so we made our own. We sat and heard the concerns of the Fera. My pitch was simple: “What are your other options? Sink into the ocean?” Although, many wanted concessions from The People in order to put their necks on the line for us, we were able to work with the Triple G’s representative, Zamir, to try and meet their demands. Shit, it’s pretty much cooperate or die. I don’t know how anyone can refuse to help and still act like they care about the territory. The Fera revealed that they have intel that the Third are allied with the local Fomori for assistance, so that theoretically the Fomors will be left to reign over whatever shitty islands remain after the deed is done. Clearly being “Pure” hasn’t managed to weed out the dumbfuck genes, so, I dunno what the big deal is.
Meanwhile, as everybody’s starting to loosen up a little, this stupid elephant seal jackass cuts his own goddamned arm and out from his worthless body comes a flood of seawater. So now we’re just floating around drowning, and shit. All I know is if this seawater fucks up my leather, somebody’s gonna die.