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Guardians that Las Vegas was one of the few places Guardians wouldn’t go so I didn’t have to worry anyone would learn of my missing shield. Except by staying here, I couldn’t get any assistance from the Guardians when it came to dealing with the Demons. It was one of the reasons I made my deal with Peaches. I don’t regret what I’ve done, even lying to my friends. It’s for their sake that I made the deal at all.
Having spent most of my money on yesterday’s trip I took the bus to the Las Vegas Public Library. I went into the main entrance, avoided the circulation desk and walked straight up the stairs to the study area. I was relieved to see both the main desk unmanned and the area pretty much empty. Looking at the little map of the second floor, I picked out a private study room and after signing a fake name at the empty desk I went into the room.
I closed the blinds and made sure the door was shut before letting Pancake out of my backpack. She gave me an annoyed look as she walked to the back corner of the room and curled up in a ball. She hated going into the bag; I tried to limit using it but there was no way the library staff would let me take her in here.
It’s not like I could pass her off as a service dog.
Taking a banana and the jar of peanut butter I’d snagged from Father H’s kitchen out of my bag, I peeled the banana and set it next to Pancake. I opened the peanut butter and used my finger to scoop out a glob. It wasn’t chocolate but it’d do. I sat down and logged into the library home page and waited for the internet to load.
The white page of the search engine finally loaded and I felt my motivation begin to fade. Research was Jenny’s love but I couldn’t really ask her about this, not without it getting back to Ace and Shooter. They would be all over this, which was truly scary.
Turning away from the computer I went into my bag and pulled out the single sheet of paper from the envelope. Typed in the center of the page was the name Camilla Bartlett and the address 5674 West Willow Lane, LV. Typing it into the search engine I had over three hundred hits. For someone new in town it looked like she had already gained the attention of the press.
The first five links were newspaper articles highlighting the numerous charity balls in Vegas that she attended. Navigating away from the articles and to the images I opened the first one and realized why Peaches wanted Camilla dead. She was beautiful. Not classically pretty like Peaches, Camilla was exotic.
Long dark brown hair hung to the middle of her back, bright blue almond shaped eyes looked at the camera through thick lashes. Her skin was a golden tan that looked natural and her body had curves the stick thin socialites would kill for. Clicking back to the article I kept reading; according to the author she wasn’t just another pretty face either. She had a masters degree in classical literature, was a major contributor to the arts and an heiress to a family fortune that reached into the billions. For the first time in Peaches' long life, she had a little competition. Still, her dislike wasn’t enough to sanction a kill. There had to be something more going on.
It took awhile to finally find what I was looking for. Opening yet another link, I found a website that was basically a data base. I typed all the information I had in the fields and pushed enter. It only took a few seconds before a new link popped up and when I clicked it, up popped a picture of Camilla that made me smile. The author had taken the photo and Photoshopped devil horns onto her. To the right of the photo was a bio. Physical characteristics, Demon classification (which in this case was Envy) and a red link labeled Victims. There are several sites like this; Demon archives. Much like the rest of cyberspace, the accuracy was varied at best.
I opened the Victim link and the screen filled with a
Having spent most of my money on yesterday’s trip I took the bus to the Las Vegas Public Library. I went into the main entrance, avoided the circulation desk and walked straight up the stairs to the study area. I was relieved to see both the main desk unmanned and the area pretty much empty. Looking at the little map of the second floor, I picked out a private study room and after signing a fake name at the empty desk I went into the room.
I closed the blinds and made sure the door was shut before letting Pancake out of my backpack. She gave me an annoyed look as she walked to the back corner of the room and curled up in a ball. She hated going into the bag; I tried to limit using it but there was no way the library staff would let me take her in here.
It’s not like I could pass her off as a service dog.
Taking a banana and the jar of peanut butter I’d snagged from Father H’s kitchen out of my bag, I peeled the banana and set it next to Pancake. I opened the peanut butter and used my finger to scoop out a glob. It wasn’t chocolate but it’d do. I sat down and logged into the library home page and waited for the internet to load.
The white page of the search engine finally loaded and I felt my motivation begin to fade. Research was Jenny’s love but I couldn’t really ask her about this, not without it getting back to Ace and Shooter. They would be all over this, which was truly scary.
Turning away from the computer I went into my bag and pulled out the single sheet of paper from the envelope. Typed in the center of the page was the name Camilla Bartlett and the address 5674 West Willow Lane, LV. Typing it into the search engine I had over three hundred hits. For someone new in town it looked like she had already gained the attention of the press.
The first five links were newspaper articles highlighting the numerous charity balls in Vegas that she attended. Navigating away from the articles and to the images I opened the first one and realized why Peaches wanted Camilla dead. She was beautiful. Not classically pretty like Peaches, Camilla was exotic.
Long dark brown hair hung to the middle of her back, bright blue almond shaped eyes looked at the camera through thick lashes. Her skin was a golden tan that looked natural and her body had curves the stick thin socialites would kill for. Clicking back to the article I kept reading; according to the author she wasn’t just another pretty face either. She had a masters degree in classical literature, was a major contributor to the arts and an heiress to a family fortune that reached into the billions. For the first time in Peaches' long life, she had a little competition. Still, her dislike wasn’t enough to sanction a kill. There had to be something more going on.
It took awhile to finally find what I was looking for. Opening yet another link, I found a website that was basically a data base. I typed all the information I had in the fields and pushed enter. It only took a few seconds before a new link popped up and when I clicked it, up popped a picture of Camilla that made me smile. The author had taken the photo and Photoshopped devil horns onto her. To the right of the photo was a bio. Physical characteristics, Demon classification (which in this case was Envy) and a red link labeled Victims. There are several sites like this; Demon archives. Much like the rest of cyberspace, the accuracy was varied at best.
I opened the Victim link and the screen filled with a
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