Chapter 6
Bartimaeus
Hmm, all this fake freedom, and I don't know what to do. Kitty hadn't been very clear on what exactly I had to do. All she said was to try o find out what had happened to Mr. Button—whoever he was. She didn't even tell me how he died or where he lived.
The pigeon landed on the roof of Whitehall and changed to an imp before anyone could see. It crept around the corner and met two other imps. One was fairly larger then the other, and I suspected spies.(1) I decided to try to pry information out of them.
"Psst," I hissed. The other two looked over to me.
"Oi!" One shouted.
"Shut up!" I replied. "I'm strictly on business."
The two imps walked over to me. The larger one asked the questions. "What be your business?"(2) I checked the imps on the plane. The smaller one was an imp, but the second…
"Murder case."
"You work for Farrar?" The smaller one asked.(3)
"No." The larger one spoke again.
"Then who do you work for?"
"Why do you need to know?"(4)
"Just curious."
The other imp spoke up. "You're doing the Button case? I heard about it."
I perked up a little at this. I needed any information he had. "You did? What happened?"
"He was murdered. No one knows how exactly. Heard it was quite gruesome, it was—" The larger one cut the little one off.
"We should be going. We have work to do elsewhere."(5)
"And where is it you have to go?"
"Why do you care?" The larger imp and I edged closer to one another. The smaller one broke in.
"Come, come chaps! No need to start fightin' is there? Guv'nor," The imp said as he turned to me. "if you want to know about Mr. Button, go to his place and see for yourself."
"Uh, thanks Guv'nor." And with that I flew off.
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(1) Not like you would. You people are fooled by the dumbest hypocrite. But then again, you all are hypocrites.
(2) This imp sounded suspicious. He might have been working for the enemy. I had to thin before I said anything, or I'd let something important slip.
(3) I could tell from here he was innocent enough. Didn't need to worry about the smaller one. But the larger one seemed bad. I had to keep an eye on him. Especially after what he showed me on the seventh plane.
(4) Damn, no I was totally suspicious. Dumbass!
(5) Imps don't talk like that. Whoever was disguising themselves was doing a bad job at it. A higher entity such as myself would be able to detect this easily. You people, however, are easily subdued. Like I said before. Oh so gullible.
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A/n
Sorry that took so long to write. Long story. Anyway, I know Bartimaeus is a little out of character. Sorry about that. But so many things have been coming up lately. Anyway, next chapter coming soon! Thanks for reading!