The death of Mr. Green Jeans. From thepowerplayers
Angel called the green liar and he came to get me. He had keys to my handcuffs and seemed surprised that I was out of them. I looked at him with distaste, not because of the cuffs thing, or even because he had lied to Eve with his bullshit future read, but because I just didn’t like the guy. I mean, I used to. I would go and see him when things weren’t so clear when I was a promising lawyer with an upgrade making thousands of dollars to sell my soul out.
Back then, I needed guidance and didn’t know what I was doing with my life. I was always conflicted, except in that courtroom and I had strummed the wires for Lorne at his club, and sometimes found him to be okay. The he went and sold and out worked for Angel, when the guy had no power, and was always ambivalent or even friendly at his club, even to the most murderous of demons.
“Don’t look so surprised, Lorna Doon. You know that the big cheese was here and that I agreed to work with him. What did you think? That I would run away from this? If you thought that then you never read me before all of those sultry nights at Caritas.”
He looked at me with disdain, but I swung my coat on, careful to conceal my revolver that I would be shooting him with later. We went and grabbed a couple of swords. Well, I took two, and Lorne only took one and if he used it on the Sarvan, it would be a miracle. We got into the car and he drove to their lair. I had the temptation to just put him down like a dog right there in the car, but resisted. Who knew? Maybe the Sarvan weren’t the pussies that I figured that they would be? I might need the green one, even if it was to take a sword wound for me. But, that wouldn’t ultimately do. The Senior Partners needed to know that I was the one who had killed one of their former employees, and one of Angel’s lieutenants.
We arrived and predictably, the battle was not terribly difficult. My time in Tibet, my recent loss to Angel withstanding, was way too much for these guys to handle and also predictably, Lorne hit the high note on Macarthur Park, but didn’t swing his sword.
I looked around the room. Good times. The destruction was something that I used to do with a pen and with my words and my believability to a jury, but was now something that I much preferred to do with a sword, even if the Senior Partners let me run their empire again, or let me through the door when all of this went down.
I had to get back to Eve and make sure that she was safe, but there was one more, tiny thing to do first, and I would start all of that with the Jolly Green goofball by taunting him.
“So, Lorne, why do you think that Angel had us paired together in this painfully easy conquest? Did he think that maybe, just maybe, you couldn’t handle it alone?”
[Lorne]
Back then, I needed guidance and didn’t know what I was doing with my life. I was always conflicted, except in that courtroom and I had strummed the wires for Lorne at his club, and sometimes found him to be okay. The he went and sold and out worked for Angel, when the guy had no power, and was always ambivalent or even friendly at his club, even to the most murderous of demons.
“Don’t look so surprised, Lorna Doon. You know that the big cheese was here and that I agreed to work with him. What did you think? That I would run away from this? If you thought that then you never read me before all of those sultry nights at Caritas.”
He looked at me with disdain, but I swung my coat on, careful to conceal my revolver that I would be shooting him with later. We went and grabbed a couple of swords. Well, I took two, and Lorne only took one and if he used it on the Sarvan, it would be a miracle. We got into the car and he drove to their lair. I had the temptation to just put him down like a dog right there in the car, but resisted. Who knew? Maybe the Sarvan weren’t the pussies that I figured that they would be? I might need the green one, even if it was to take a sword wound for me. But, that wouldn’t ultimately do. The Senior Partners needed to know that I was the one who had killed one of their former employees, and one of Angel’s lieutenants.
We arrived and predictably, the battle was not terribly difficult. My time in Tibet, my recent loss to Angel withstanding, was way too much for these guys to handle and also predictably, Lorne hit the high note on Macarthur Park, but didn’t swing his sword.
I looked around the room. Good times. The destruction was something that I used to do with a pen and with my words and my believability to a jury, but was now something that I much preferred to do with a sword, even if the Senior Partners let me run their empire again, or let me through the door when all of this went down.
I had to get back to Eve and make sure that she was safe, but there was one more, tiny thing to do first, and I would start all of that with the Jolly Green goofball by taunting him.
“So, Lorne, why do you think that Angel had us paired together in this painfully easy conquest? Did he think that maybe, just maybe, you couldn’t handle it alone?”
[Lorne]