The Fell Good Flue

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you’re saving the honor for me? How generous, but I thought I would be tied up in running today for one reason or the other, and dragging a bear today was not another load I was planning to carry.”
TT, “if you drop it and take trophy I will take care of the rest, and you can head home or anyplace else today, with but a call to see what you ask for is brought to you.” I said, “I could ask for a bottle of this to take with me, and another bag of smoke.” He filled my glass and said, “well worth the trade, shall we call it one?”
I said, “I’ll take all three, wine weed and word, for the blood hunt before home. But don’t send word on wire or air, I need Brandy to think I still have some sense until I get home.” TT, “deal! I’ll get the cargo and pass orders by massagers after you go, just give the wind word when you need what.”
He then went for the things as I drank the rest of my wine. I heard another swinger zip in and land on the roof, so I stood up and went to see who it was. He placed a stone in a cup by the ledge, and rested on the matt next to it looking up at me. I looked at the stone then took a sniff of it without touching, and said, “there now?”
He nodded and pulled out a small sake of water to drink, and took a sip before TT came up to the roof. TT glanced at the man, then the cup, andhanded me my things saying, “did the stone talk to you as well?”
I said, “clearly. I just need to be there before the wind changes, and find the right spot.” Then I packed my cargo and said to the messenger, “are the lines worth checking before I zip?” He said, “safe clear to the wet, but some loose slate near the sight range sir.” I nodded and hooked up, then with a leap I was off again and on my way. I took myself to the top of the mall near the park, and worked my way along its edge to the back, then moved to a wing that had a small stream running past it. The bear had been there alright, and his tracks went toward a small area of brush that was nearby. I opened my pack and pulled out a scope, then carefully searched for any movement, and soon spotted him. It was too far to make a sure shot, so I keep an eye on the area as he moved through the tall grass and behind some old cars. The wind was in my favor and I was in shadow for the moment, but the sun would soon move, and the wind can never be trusted. I weighed my options and keep a close eye out for more movement. Then a rabbit was flushed out of its hiding place, and the bear was after it at full speed. They both darted across the field toward the mall as their chase brought them closer into my sights. So I slipped the scope on my auto and let the safety off. As the rabbit ducked into a hole in the ground the bear stopped, then stood on its hind legs as it saw me and let out a roar. A short burst of fire with carful aim brought it down, and I slipped to the ground to check for sure. There was no movement as I touched ground, and I let my two automatics hang free while walking carefully around in a wide circle. In the silence the rabbit came out of the hole and hopped between the large black beast and me. I look at it without moving, and it stood there for a moment trying to decide which way to go next. Then a hop toward the bear latter it felt the swing of a flesh ripping claw, and the teeth of a not so dead predator. I reached under my coat and opened a hole in its chest with my 12 gage, and it dropped to the ground with the rabbit still in its mouth. Then my sword became an extension of my hand, and the head was separated from the rest, as his claws dragged the ground in one last motion of defiance. I let out with a war cry for the spirit of the beast, then tapped out a message when I was done wiping the blood off my sword. A horn returned my word, the drums sent it on the wind, and a token was taken before I left. Back to the mall top I slipped, then my way along its main support, until I was close to the front again. Down a latter I

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