Chapter 11.
Waking up was never fun, but this morning he really felt it. He is getting old and drinking this much isn't doing his liver any favors. Thom Beers stretched, grunted and made his way to the fanatically ringing phone that he left in his jeans pocket last night. And his jeans are hanging over a chair in the bathroom, the tiled and therefore echoing bathroom. That's what you get for drinking after a successful meeting. Finally reaching his jeans after nearly slipping and falling on his ass over the always there puddle near the shower he is holding his jeans upside down until the ringing monster falls out. his mind started wandering again. Do phone's still ring or do you call it beeb nowadays? These are the normal ramblings for Thom Beers after waking up at six in the morning not his favorite time or way to wake up.
Picking the phone from the floor, turning it on and holding it front of his face Thom starts grumbling something resembling Hello in the annoying thing as he is slowly starting to wake up. But the first three words are enough to have him wide awake, namely. "We got him."
"Who Him." he can hardly contain his excitement. Seems his two least bothered by scruples producers found the perfect victim to transplant to the Time Bandit.
"Well the one to put on the Time Bandit, we send you a link, take a look."
After some fiddling Thom managed to watch the you tube clip of Eliot in all his psychedelic glory.
"Okay he looks fine, but that is only one part of it, is he going to bring a story?"
"Hell yeah, he's a former washed out baseball player, but like all these guys he likes to drink and fight. And he has a beef with Josh Harris. So games are on." Is the snickering response. Remember they are camera guys and par time drug pushers, not grifters or hitters. So reading people isn't their strongest talent.
"Say what? He fought with Josh Harris?" Thom is nearly peeing himself he is so happy, this guy could be the next guy everybody loves to hate. Or he could become the White Knight of the Time Bandit.
"No they didn't fight, but he was going to, because Josh got this clip on to the big screen in the bar, only when this Eliot guy realized that it meant free drinks he preferred getting drunk to fighting. But it is clear that Josh is going over boundaries with this guy and this guy knows how to hit. Even if it is only at a ball with a baseball bat. And he has never been on a boat in Alaska. So he is about as green as a greenhorn can get."
"Sounds like a winner indeed. Now if only he is a whiner. When are you going to make the switch, today is Thursday right? So it will have to be done before midnight, all the boats will be leaving before Friday."
The two innocent angels at the other end of the line are grinning. "Leave that to us, but both he and Eddie will wake up on the wrong boat with the hangover from hell tomorrow afternoon."
"Fine, just fine. Now don't tell me anything more about that. As for your assignment after this little thing, Jake you're on the Northwestern. Let's see how Sig handles three Jake's on the same boat, and don't accept a nickname. Davy you're on the Seabrooke. And I don't care how you do it. But I want fights on that boat. Lots and lots of fights."
After hanging up Thom makes his way to the kitchen to get some coffee. This is going to be an epic Kingcrab season.