ALL NOVEL V1CH23 Brogan Slogan
I was sitting in a coffee shop relaxing after the kraken hunt and my impromptu swim when I heard the door chime. I shifted my sixth sense’s focus to update the mental map of my surroundings.
Agent Brogan was walking in, something told me she was here for me. That something being common sense and the fact that she scanned the shop, saw me, and started approaching me.
“Agent Cole, it’s so nice to see you got away from the kraken as well. Mind if I sit?” Brogan asked while not really asking.
“Feel free.”
“Weird thing happened, a beautiful mute that showed up at the police station looking lost right after we drove off the kraken. Know anything about that?” Brogan said, starting what appeared to be an interrogation.
“Not ringing any bells. Why would I?”
“Ah yes, why would you. Well, nothing you can do.” Tiny shrug. “Let’s move on to some lighter topics.”
“Let’s” I replied seeing how this part of my day was going to go.
“I happened to talk to HQ about you and I must say they did not due your appearance justice. I see that you got hair replacement recently.” Brogan stated.
“Gotta look good for the ladies.” I told the woman.
“You dyed your hair and got contacts.” Brogan continued.
“See my previous answer” I replied.
“You’re blind.” Brogan added.
With a dead eyed stare, “Blinded by your beauty.”
With a dead eyed stare of her own, “You’re no longer black.”
“I’ll freely admit I don’t have a comeback to that one. Well not one that does not seem some shade of racially insensitive. While I wouldn’t mind talking to a beautiful woman such as yourself all day, can we drop the charade and get to the point.”
“Well Agent Cole, do you mind if I call you that? I have a feeling I will not get any other form of address.” Brogan said.
“Agent Cole works.” I told the agent.
“Well Agent Cole I would usually attempt to bring you in for all manner of things, including but not limited to impersonating an officer, but I’m not looking to go toe to toe with a man who took down Fredrick the killer doll in a coffee shop in the middle of the day. I’m good, really good in fact, but just because one can probably finish a fight does not mean one should start one. I’m not going to report you either. A city that attracted both Fredrick the killer doll and an elder kraken in a matter of weeks, probably needs someone like you in it. Do you mind answering a few questions though?” Brogan asked.
“I wouldn’t go tooting my horn so much. Fredrick was more a matter of punishing his arrogance and inexperience in an equal fight than true skill. But enough of my self-deprecation, what do you want to ask?” I asked back.
“Where you from?” Brogan asked.
“Not around here.” I replied while laughing internally at the deadpan look on her face.
“What do you want?”
With a crooked grin, “Don’t know yet on a long-term basis, but short-term fun and adventure.”
Brogan rolled her eyes at that answer, “Your idea of fun and adventure is leaving a trail of bodies all across this city?”
“In the same way that a child’s idea of fun is leaving a plate and fork covered in cake crumbs and frosting.” I said with a chuckle.
“Why did you spare the siren, then?”
“Despite your impression of me I don’t enjoy killing, I enjoy fighting the strong and punishing the wicked, along with other things that aren’t exactly germane to this conversation. Neither of those groups included that young woman. Also to hold off any questions about it, Cole does not fall in either category, that was someone else and I just benefitted from it. listen the fact of the matter is that mad dogs get put down. If that innocent siren died, we probably wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. Instead of a beautiful twenty something coming through that door and sharing a coffee with me, it would have been that same woman with an assault rifle and a templar squad in the middle of the night. Well, while this has been fun, I’m done answering questions and will be on my way now. Have a nice trip on your way out of my city.” I said before standing up and walking towards the door.
“Hey, we’re not done talking!” Brogan shouted before getting up and grabbing my hand.
“I don’t like to be touched. I will ask nicely only once to let me go.” I told the woman with a glare.
“Make me.” Brogan told me with a glare of her own and a hand full of gathered chi.
“I’m starting to think that might be just what I have to do.” I told her, ready to drain her of all vital energies before she can use that gathered chi.
Before this could get truly heated, we both overheard one of the baristas talking to another.
“Amelia, I’m telling you that you have to go to the police.” One of the baristas said.
“And say what? That a ghost is moving my furniture and stealing my panties?” The woman I can only assume is referred to as Amelia borderline shouted while feeling exasperated, before looking at her staring audience embarrassed.
Brogan and I both looked at each other and decided to postpone our “disagreement” as we were both interested in what we just heard. We both then powerwalked slash raced each other to the counter.
I won of course, well I got out my words first and that’s all that matters.
“I couldn’t help but overhear what you two were just talking about.” I told Amelia.
“Sorry about that, frayed nerves and all.” Amelia responded.
“No worries. My partner Agent Brogan and I were just concerned about what we just overheard.” I said, causing Brogan to turn to me with a disbelieving look.
“Yeah, my good old partner is such a softie for troubled young maidens.” Brogan gritted through her teeth before slapping me on the back and slightly cracking my mana sleeve.
“You believe me about the ghost?!?” Amelia squealed with hope in her eye.
“Of course not.” I said, causing a glare from Brogan and the other barista in addition to the hope draining from Amelia’s eyes.
They filled right back up at my continuation though, “Ghosts don’t exist, but it sounds to me in my professional opinion…”
*Brogan Snorts*
“Agent Brogan can you please be professional. Sorry about that, rookies am I right. It sounds to me that you have a stalker and those can get quite serious. Luckily, my partner and I are here to help.”
“THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” Amelia shouted before leaning over the counter and wrapping her arms around my neck in a hug.
“When can you come?” Amelia inquired.
“No time like the present I say.” I told the girl.
“Marcy, can you cover for me?” The girl asked the other barista.
“Of course.”
“Well off we go.” I told the girl before Brogan and I were led to the young woman’s house to investigate.
Current Equipment:
Head:
[The Black Wasp Jackal’s Face]
Earrings:
[]
Necklace:
[The Energy Baron’s Stomach]
Clothes:
[]
Rings:
[The Mentalism Ring]
[Succubus’ Kiss]
[Mena’s Book]
Bracelets:
[]
Shoes:
[]
Armaments:
[Sense Cane]
[Holy Straight Razor]
Storage:
[Various Essences]
[Chi Organ]
[Spirit Shards]
[Various Murder Weapons]
[Green Thumb]
[Glass Eye]
[Kraken Components]