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connection opened. A voice in my ear said, “Arcane Janitorial Services. How may I help you?”
“Hi, Josie, it’s Caine.”
“Oh, God, how high is the body count this time?”
“Not my mess, for a change. Send a team to the Velvet Door. We got harpies, naga, and a few dead patrons outside. Send Gloria the bill.”
“T-that’s not necessary. We’d be happy to assist her in any way possible—on the house. Tell her we’re on our way.”
“Sure.” I frowned. “Hey, how come I don’t get free service?”
“You’re not Gloria.”
Damn. “I’m not less of a presence in the occult underground. She just has a better publicist.”
Josie hung up on me.
Bitch.
I put my phone away, and noticed that half a dozen cars were stopped behind the Volvo. Several drivers had gotten out. One them—a burly, lumberjack-looking fellow with a red beard and a white plaid, quilted shirt—stood by our bumper. I didn’t worry about what the normals were seeing. This would all “magically” vanish soon, and their spell-wiped minds would forget anything strange had ever occurred here. The magic-users I’d called would see to that.
“Hey, Zero?” I said.
“That’s Zero-T. What do you want?”
“Better move your car to the side parking lot. We’re blocking traffic.”
“Oh, sure.” He went around and got in behind the wheel. In moments, the car was easing ahead, and rounding the corner.
I stepped over various parts of a supernatural critter and joined Gloria, standing just outside the blood pool brushing her toes in. “The next best thing to drinking blood is to bathe in it,” she said. “Too bad it’s all naga blood. That stuff isn’t fit for ghouls.”
“Maybe next time we can get you something else,” I said. “The invasion is just getting started.”
There was a whump of displaced air, and a knot of wizards and witches popped into view. They wore the usual color-coded robes displaying their orientations: dark magic, white magic, and twilight-gray for neutral. One of them was paisley blue and green, a chaotic.
Josie wore jet black and had a wizard’s pointed hat adorned with silver stars. She carried a peeled willow wand, taking in the scene with a brisk sweep of her eyes. She nodded decisively and spoke to her team. “I’ll deal with the witnesses. The rest of you know your jobs.”
They hustled, slinging spells around before the cops showed up, or the neighborhood watch. The chaotic filled in the bullet holes with magical tofu paste that took on the characteristics of the surrounding material it patched. Elsewhere, a cute blonde—Tiffany, I think—morphed the blood and gore into red, soft plastic, then went around rolling it up for easy transport elsewhere.
Gloria shook her sword and red confetti dropped off it. She stepped out of the pool and I noticed none of the blood clung to her feet.
Soon, the drivers were all back in their cars, heading away, glassy-eyed expressions on their faces. Vikki, a white-robe, used mage-fire to incinerate body parts. The passing of her magic flame didn’t so much as scorch the sidewalk.
Zero-T got back as the clean-up crew finished. He nodded. “Nice work.”
“We’re the best.” The lady in the black robe came over, wand in hand carefully pointed at the sidewalk so as not to give offense. She bowed at Gloria, straightened, making a point of not looking the master vamp in the eyes. “It has been our pleasure to serve one so illustrious.”
Gloria—looking all the world like a hot, edgy seventeen-year old—smiled vacuously, the glow of her eyes ebbing to a dull, ember red. “Who? Me?”
The mage bowed once more and backed away, her eyes flashing covetously at the bone sword. Gathered with her crew, they vanished in another whump of air.
“So,” I studied the carved blade, “what is it with that sword?”
She turned her smile on me.
I kept my
“Hi, Josie, it’s Caine.”
“Oh, God, how high is the body count this time?”
“Not my mess, for a change. Send a team to the Velvet Door. We got harpies, naga, and a few dead patrons outside. Send Gloria the bill.”
“T-that’s not necessary. We’d be happy to assist her in any way possible—on the house. Tell her we’re on our way.”
“Sure.” I frowned. “Hey, how come I don’t get free service?”
“You’re not Gloria.”
Damn. “I’m not less of a presence in the occult underground. She just has a better publicist.”
Josie hung up on me.
Bitch.
I put my phone away, and noticed that half a dozen cars were stopped behind the Volvo. Several drivers had gotten out. One them—a burly, lumberjack-looking fellow with a red beard and a white plaid, quilted shirt—stood by our bumper. I didn’t worry about what the normals were seeing. This would all “magically” vanish soon, and their spell-wiped minds would forget anything strange had ever occurred here. The magic-users I’d called would see to that.
“Hey, Zero?” I said.
“That’s Zero-T. What do you want?”
“Better move your car to the side parking lot. We’re blocking traffic.”
“Oh, sure.” He went around and got in behind the wheel. In moments, the car was easing ahead, and rounding the corner.
I stepped over various parts of a supernatural critter and joined Gloria, standing just outside the blood pool brushing her toes in. “The next best thing to drinking blood is to bathe in it,” she said. “Too bad it’s all naga blood. That stuff isn’t fit for ghouls.”
“Maybe next time we can get you something else,” I said. “The invasion is just getting started.”
There was a whump of displaced air, and a knot of wizards and witches popped into view. They wore the usual color-coded robes displaying their orientations: dark magic, white magic, and twilight-gray for neutral. One of them was paisley blue and green, a chaotic.
Josie wore jet black and had a wizard’s pointed hat adorned with silver stars. She carried a peeled willow wand, taking in the scene with a brisk sweep of her eyes. She nodded decisively and spoke to her team. “I’ll deal with the witnesses. The rest of you know your jobs.”
They hustled, slinging spells around before the cops showed up, or the neighborhood watch. The chaotic filled in the bullet holes with magical tofu paste that took on the characteristics of the surrounding material it patched. Elsewhere, a cute blonde—Tiffany, I think—morphed the blood and gore into red, soft plastic, then went around rolling it up for easy transport elsewhere.
Gloria shook her sword and red confetti dropped off it. She stepped out of the pool and I noticed none of the blood clung to her feet.
Soon, the drivers were all back in their cars, heading away, glassy-eyed expressions on their faces. Vikki, a white-robe, used mage-fire to incinerate body parts. The passing of her magic flame didn’t so much as scorch the sidewalk.
Zero-T got back as the clean-up crew finished. He nodded. “Nice work.”
“We’re the best.” The lady in the black robe came over, wand in hand carefully pointed at the sidewalk so as not to give offense. She bowed at Gloria, straightened, making a point of not looking the master vamp in the eyes. “It has been our pleasure to serve one so illustrious.”
Gloria—looking all the world like a hot, edgy seventeen-year old—smiled vacuously, the glow of her eyes ebbing to a dull, ember red. “Who? Me?”
The mage bowed once more and backed away, her eyes flashing covetously at the bone sword. Gathered with her crew, they vanished in another whump of air.
“So,” I studied the carved blade, “what is it with that sword?”
She turned her smile on me.
I kept my
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