01-10-2015, 01:54 PM
Bas fixed the dumb hippy with a glare. In a back office, the walls were thick enough that no one would hear if he screamed. "What did you do to it?"
he asked softly. "Just tell me. Come on. Just tell me."
This was the fourth guy he'd spoken to and he'd finally found what he was looking for.
He hadn't been able to get a hold of Mik for some reason, so he had been forced to work his way down. He'd already found the importer of the Shaolin Sleep. Visit after visit had finally led him to this man, who'd sold it to Mik.
Maybe the guy was innocent. It was his only lead, though. If not this guy, then it could be any one of a number of guys who'd spiked it when Mik wasn't looking. Still, what else was he gonna do? Just let that kind of shit happen?
The power flowed in him but he only used it to watch the guy's reaction. He was scared of course. As they talked, Bas was more and more convinced it hadn't been him though. He was far too afraid to do something like that.
When he left the shop and walked out into the sunlight in the market he was disappointed. The cold air swirled around his legs. He was just wearing one of his simple wool suits- black with a white shirt and red and black striped tie- and a charcoal full length top coat. Now what? And why couldn't he get a hold of Mik? More than disappointed, really. He'd let the power go. The loss of it combined with his frustration left him angry.
For the first time in a long while, he was looking for a real fight. And not as a game either.
he asked softly. "Just tell me. Come on. Just tell me."
This was the fourth guy he'd spoken to and he'd finally found what he was looking for.
He hadn't been able to get a hold of Mik for some reason, so he had been forced to work his way down. He'd already found the importer of the Shaolin Sleep. Visit after visit had finally led him to this man, who'd sold it to Mik.
Maybe the guy was innocent. It was his only lead, though. If not this guy, then it could be any one of a number of guys who'd spiked it when Mik wasn't looking. Still, what else was he gonna do? Just let that kind of shit happen?
The power flowed in him but he only used it to watch the guy's reaction. He was scared of course. As they talked, Bas was more and more convinced it hadn't been him though. He was far too afraid to do something like that.
When he left the shop and walked out into the sunlight in the market he was disappointed. The cold air swirled around his legs. He was just wearing one of his simple wool suits- black with a white shirt and red and black striped tie- and a charcoal full length top coat. Now what? And why couldn't he get a hold of Mik? More than disappointed, really. He'd let the power go. The loss of it combined with his frustration left him angry.
For the first time in a long while, he was looking for a real fight. And not as a game either.