Lisa was in the middle of reconstructing the scene of a botched PRT operation when her personal phone rang. She slipped it from her pocket without looking at the screen before the first trill had finished. "What up, Imp?" she greeted.
"Hey Tats. Favour to ask ya."
Needs help: doing something big. Has been away for six weeks: travelled, but not overseas. Canada. Asking for a favour: considers it serious. Didn't ask for help. Personal.
There was only one person it could be.
"Fuck, Imp! Can't he sense you?"
"Shit's under control, mom. Some of his kids are fun."
"Oh god, you did not."
"Only some of them. Anita, Samuel, this one cuddlebug called Flor..."
Lisa pinched her brow. She could at least deduce Imp wasn't under a master influence, so things hadn't completely gone to shit yet, but still – this was Heartbreaker, the most dangerous master this side of Nilbog. "Jesus. Alright, let's get this over with. What's this favour?"
"You know those pills you can get for erectile dysfunction?"
"No, I cannot get you ones that work in reverse."
"Oh c'mon Tits, I believe in you."
From Tats to Tits. She's got me and she knows it. How is she even planning on getting those to him? What even inspired her to give Heartbreaker erectile dysfunction?
Despite herself, Lisa found herself smiling at the image.
"You're gonna pay me."
"Didn't you notice? I already did."
The payment notice pinged on her laptop just that second. "So I see."
"Whoo! You're not the only one who can do that psychic shit. Alrighty, I guess you know the address. See you next time I'm in town, yeah?"
"April fourth."
The date of the memorial's completion.
"I'll have his dad's dick to put by the plaque," Imp agreed, and hung up.
[AN: spent a bit of time working out how the next arc is going to go, so have a mini interlude. Will have a double length chapter for y'all on Wednesday.]