After Logan wakes up and his hangover dulls, we get to work. Logan calls
Syl and Krit, and we all agree: we need both Zane and Lydecker. Syl and Krit
go looking for Lydecker and I go after Zane. I find Zane in this dive of a
strip club. I didn't think even he could sink as low as this place. I spot
him tucking small bills in a stripper's G-string.
"Hey baby," someone says from behind me.
"Are you speaking to me?" I ask as I turn around, making sure the edge in my
voice is unmistakable. I guess to a drunk, it's mistakable.
"How much would it cost me to get a lap dance?"
"How about you go ask one of the strippers for one of those? I'm not really
into drunk, balding fat men," I say, walking away.
"But I'm into pretty little brunettes like you,"
"Well, if you even think of touching me, you won't be able to be into
anybody."
"Is that so?" the drunk slurs.
"Yeah, so don't waste my time." I walk off to see Zane. "Hey, honey,
why don't you go get your tips from a man without a venereal disease?" I
say, knowing if this stripper is even slightly conscious she'll scurry off.
She does.
"God, Jond, why do you have to ruin my fun?"
"Zane, I need your help. We have to do this. We need your help."
"Is Lydecker helping?"
"Zane, it doesn't matter. We're his superiors now. We can snap his neck
in seconds if we want!" I say, screaming, but keeping my voice low.
"I'll help, Jond, but I get to kill him if he even sneezes on me."
"Fine. Now let's go," I say, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him
out. We're followed by the sound of men yelling "Whipped!" after us.
We return to Logan's and the planning is underway. The plan's simple: we go
in and get Max or whatever's left of her, blow up some stuff, and
get out. They won't be expecting another attack so soon, so security will be
tighter than last time, although not by much. We're going in three days from
now. That's three days of worrying, contemplating, and making up
scenarios...maybe even finding more help.
Syl and Krit, and we all agree: we need both Zane and Lydecker. Syl and Krit
go looking for Lydecker and I go after Zane. I find Zane in this dive of a
strip club. I didn't think even he could sink as low as this place. I spot
him tucking small bills in a stripper's G-string.
"Hey baby," someone says from behind me.
"Are you speaking to me?" I ask as I turn around, making sure the edge in my
voice is unmistakable. I guess to a drunk, it's mistakable.
"How much would it cost me to get a lap dance?"
"How about you go ask one of the strippers for one of those? I'm not really
into drunk, balding fat men," I say, walking away.
"But I'm into pretty little brunettes like you,"
"Well, if you even think of touching me, you won't be able to be into
anybody."
"Is that so?" the drunk slurs.
"Yeah, so don't waste my time." I walk off to see Zane. "Hey, honey,
why don't you go get your tips from a man without a venereal disease?" I
say, knowing if this stripper is even slightly conscious she'll scurry off.
She does.
"God, Jond, why do you have to ruin my fun?"
"Zane, I need your help. We have to do this. We need your help."
"Is Lydecker helping?"
"Zane, it doesn't matter. We're his superiors now. We can snap his neck
in seconds if we want!" I say, screaming, but keeping my voice low.
"I'll help, Jond, but I get to kill him if he even sneezes on me."
"Fine. Now let's go," I say, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him
out. We're followed by the sound of men yelling "Whipped!" after us.
We return to Logan's and the planning is underway. The plan's simple: we go
in and get Max or whatever's left of her, blow up some stuff, and
get out. They won't be expecting another attack so soon, so security will be
tighter than last time, although not by much. We're going in three days from
now. That's three days of worrying, contemplating, and making up
scenarios...maybe even finding more help.