I promised Baalth I would see to Poe, so that seemed like as good a place to start as any. It would at least keep me occupied for a bit; keep me from dwelling on things. You wouldn’t think a little shift between nephew and son would make a major difference in how a guy felt, but damn, you’d be wrong. It changed everything.
There were other things to worry about, though. Scarlett was still missing, as far as I knew, and Poe was dead. Scarlett didn’t usually need me to help her, so that left me some time to deal with Poe. It certainly wasn’t my first choice of entertainment.
I knew I’d be taking a risk popping back to Earth to take him home, but he deserved a decent burial, and I didn’t think it fair to make him wait for it. Given all that was going on, I couldn’t guarantee to be around long enough to put it off. I wrapped him up in one of the blankets from Asmoday’s old bed, and made my way to the closest portal. It was a good thing Baalth always had a portable gate set up wherever his minions were hanging out, just in case they needed a quick exit. I knew where Baalth had been camped out today, so it was pretty easy to tune into the gate at the strip mall. With Poe in my arms, I’d be able to bypass the gate’s security wards without a problem, which was good. I didn’t much feel like being blown up again. Its charm wears off quickly.
So, off I went. Things worked out pretty smoothly, the gate bringing me into the comic book store without a problem, but I knew an even bigger obstacle loomed ahead: Marcus D’anatello. He’d been looking to put a bullet in me ever since I creased his skull with a 2x4. Seems he’s the type to hold a grudge. I mean, I also beat him nearly to death once, but I was really saving him when you factor everything in. That has to account for something, right?
In the back of the store, surrounded by geek goodness, the hum of the portal faded and there I stood with Poe’s dead body in my arms, most of my clothes missing. It couldn’t have looked good when Marcus came back to check on the gate. His gun-more specifically, my gun, which he’d stolen and was loaded with DA slayers-came up in a flash.
“You motherfucking piece of goat whore-“
As much as I wanted to hear where he was going with that, I had more important things to deal with. “I didn’t kill him, so back off, Marcus! I’m only bringing him home.” He met my eyes and I could see his finger dancing on the trigger. I’m not too proud to admit I hunkered down a little behind Poe’s body. “It was Baalth’s last wish,” I added.
While Marcus wasn’t the brightest bulb in the pack-figure about 15 watts-he knew damn well I wouldn’t dare joke-to him, at least-about Baalth’s wishes, final or otherwise. He glared at me a moment, his hand shaking, before he lowered the gun. “Baalth’s dead?” The perpetual bark of his voice was tamed. What came out sounded more like a wounded puppy.
I shrugged. “He was seriously hurt, worse than I’ve ever seen him. He’s being taken to Lucifer, but it doesn’t look good. He wanted me to bring Poe home.”
He drew in a deep breath, nodded, and put the gun away. It made it clear he knew about the chamber in Hell and its intent because he didn’t question the part about my unc…my dad. He walked up to me and held his arms out. I looked at Poe’s peaceful face and said a silent goodbye, before passing him over to Marcus. The gorilla took him with reverence.
“We need to talk when this is all over, but are we cool for now?”
Marcus pulled his gaze from Poe and met mine. His eyes narrowed and his jaw stiffened, but he nodded, nevertheless. “I’ll let you know when the funeral will be.”
I started to thank Marcus when I felt a presence crash against my senses. “Shit!” I turned to D’anatello. “Get him out of here, now!”
Immersed in the supernatural life, despite being human, Marcus just reacted; no questions, no debate, no challenging me. He bolted for the gate and set his foot on it just I heard something monstrous crash into the front of the store. I reached over and snatched my stolen gun out of Marcus’ holster and willed the portal to life. I left the location for him to decide and ran for the front of the store. The gate activated at my back just as I got past all the piled collectibles and saw who’d come a knocking.
It was another blast from the very recent past. Given I’d seen Jorn already, her appearance wasn’t much of a surprise.
Built like a brick shit house stacked on top of another, Venai had ripped the wall open with her bare hands. Matriarch of sorts to Jorn and their dead pal, Zellick, and one of the Nephilim herself, she hammered the last nail into my suspicion as to who had been feeding the DSI information.
Taller than me, and about three times as wide, Venai was what Arnold Schwarzenegger always wished he could be. She wore the fashionable SWAT outfit of the DSI, but she made Captain Johnson of the tree-trunk legs look like kindling. Her blond hair cut short to the scalp, and her face completely without adornment or makeup, she also made the poor captain look feminine. Built like a Sherman tank with a bumper of double-d’s strapped tight to her chest, she complemented her look with thick steel plates covering her knuckles like MMA gloves made out of I- beams. Each had three vicious spikes on the front. I’d seen them in action up close, and I have to say, they hurt; a lot.
“I told you we weren’t done with you, demon,” she shouted, her basso voice echoing off the walls. “You’re going to pay for what you did to Zellick.”
I really can’t say I felt too bad about capping the little shit. He and his friends didn’t have a problem going after my cousin, and Zellick certainly didn’t mind shoving his twelve inch penis-compensator knife into my lung when I wasn’t looking. As far as I was concerned, it was a bullet well spent.
I’d also given Venai one in the shin, but it looked like she’d gotten that taken care of, which spoke to the resources the DSI had at their disposal. Not a good sign.
“You know, Venai, we’re really gonna have to do this some other time. I’m in kind of a rush. I’m off to get my back waxed. Wanna come with? Two-fer-one special.”
She growled and hunched a tiny bit, but didn’t come at me. I hunkered down right along with her and shifted to make sure I was directly in front of her torso. “Now, now, Angelikins, I’m not really in the mood to be shot again, either, so call off the dogs before I kick their asses back to the pound”
I could see the wheels in her head working through her eyes. She was clearly wearing a wire, her eyes drifting for no apparent reason, and it was transmitting our conversation back to someone. I imagined some tactician was guiding her in the best way to take me out. I figured it was Rebecca Shaw pulling the strings.
Venai knew what I was capable of. She and her friends had caught me off guard and overconfident at my house, but even then things didn’t work out so good for her. She wouldn’t be here confronting me without some sort of backup plan in place. I had a pretty good idea that part of that plan waited outside with sights aimed and fingers at the ready. The DSI storm troopers were likely circling around back while we bullshitted.
It was time to go before I got trapped inside. “Keep up the weight loss, Venai. You’re looking marvelous” I told her, conjuring my best Billy Crystal as I backed toward the gate.
She clearly got the message to stop me. With a roar, she started forward and I raised my newly reacquired gun. Unfortunately, she learned from our last encounter. Rather than charge in like a bull, she kicked a chunk of wreckage from the front wall at me. I ducked and stumbled back into the piles of comics and paraphernalia laid out across the floor. Dancing to avoid crushing a case of Lady Death cards, I caught a fist to the chest for my adoration-I mean consideration.
I went through the first wall pretty easily. It was only a facade set up to divide the two sections of the store. The second wall, however, was made of brick. Too bad the Big Bad Wolf didn’t have me around. We’d have been chowing down on some roast pig, because I huffed, and I puffed, and my ass blew the house down. Well, I blew a hole in it. It was deja vu all over, but it didn’t hurt too much. I figured I’d begun to develop callouses on my back from all the wall busting.
I crashed into the alley behind the store and rolled to my feet. Venai wouldn’t have engaged if the cavalry weren’t in place, so I willed a quick shield in place and ran for the exit. Bullets pinged off my defenses right on cue, and I heard Venai burst from the store, taking the rest of the wall down with her. I didn’t bother to look back. Gun held out in front of me, I bolted for the corner as I waited for the trap to spring. With all the gunfire and smashing and crashing going on, I knew there wouldn’t be any civilians in the street. That made life easier. So, right before I reached the end of the alley, I dropped as low as I could go and still run and strafed the walls on both sides.
I sprang from the alley, my peripheral vision picking up guys in black hunkered down behind the walls, covering their heads. They shouted as I flew by, turning too slowly to shoot without taking out their own guys. My
