December 21, 4140
1:00 pm
As Harry stood in the street across from the masked bandit,
she thought about how if this had occurred just a bit earlier, the gun fight
would be taking place at noon. It would
have been rather convenient for her and provided some advantage, knowing that
all those spirits would be on her side. Alas, that would have to be a dream for another day.
The cloak she wore was gray compared to the other fighter’s
black. Harry knew that she would never
wear any white clothing because it was far too inconvenient, in the literal and
figurative way. At least the gray still
marked a lighter soul than the one which stood with a hand floating above the
holster.
In the first act of the battle, she called out to the
figure.
“What do you want of me?”
The figure didn’t move an inch from where it was standing,
making no sign of recognition for what she had just said. Harry was tempted to touch the mind and find
out those details for herself. But she
looked down at the legs that were supporting her as the pain from lack of
treatment still rushed over her.
Her earbuds were still in out of the necessity that might
come from a fight. The sounds ran
together, making it hard to distinguish what song was on so she pressed the
button to keep it stable. Whatever it
was, the vague tune made it easy to concentrate on the task. The instrumental broke by the fifth time and
sang out, “One foot, two-foot slew foot
drag. Swing your honey to the sugar foot rag. Do a little jig and a zig and a
zag. And listen to the fiddles as they play that sugar foot rag.”
She started to move her feet and twirl her fan in her hand
when the person finally acknowledged her question. The figure took its hand off the holster but
kept eye contact with her while searching through a pocket. It pulled out a small photograph.
“My eyesight might be good but it’s not that good, fella.”
The figure nodded and held up a hand.
That could mean a lot of things.
It removed a gun belt and a knife sheath, and walked slowly
across the street, having to dodge the random car. The street remained semi busy while this
silent motion was carried out. Any sign
of concern that might have come from a passerby was soon dismissed when Harry
was identified as one of the gunfighters.
One car stopped behind her and called out, “Need any help,
Harry?”
“I’m fine Mr. Newman, just get back to your bakery.”
“Well if you need help, you know where to find me.”
The car soon sped away and Harry turned her attention to the
other gunfighter, now standing a few feet from her with the belt in his hand.
“I did not come to harm you, Harriet. I just came to talk.”
“And that’s why you used a fake name and stood ominously in a deserted alley.”
The figure turned the knife sheath over in its hands a few
times and then removed the straw hat.
“Don’t you remember me? Glenn Garner? From
Galveston? You seemed to love making fun
of my name back then.”
“If you’re being so friendly, why the fuck did you use ‘Luca Brasi’?”
“Because it’s the code for old friend?”
Harry looked down at her shoes and tried to think about the
last time she had seen the rest of her troop.
“Glenn, do you not remember when we changed it? Don’t you remember the battle of Lariat – “
“No, I don’t. Because they erased my
memories. Do you remember that little
detail? Why do you think I would come
here after five hundred years unless I was trying to get my memories back.”
“Why don’t we just go inside and get out of the rain?”
Harry pulled at the edge of his cloak and guided him the
rest of the way across the street. When
he tried to pull back from her influence, Harry flipped out her knife and
kicked the back of his leg in one swift motion.
“So, you’re doing fine athletically.”
“Get up and move before my colleagues notice us.”
“Because you’re afraid of your little girlfriend realizing who I am.”
Harry pushed the knife further into his back.
“No, because I don’t want too many witnesses.”
Glenn pulled his cloak back over his shoulders, placed his
hands in the pockets and walked slowly but surely the rest of the way. When they got to the front office door, the
blue tarp hanging over the window flapped back and forth, making it so they
could barely hear anything behind them.
The song still played into Harry’s ears and she used it to
focus on the surroundings, after feeling another presence in the shadows. The outline of the form slowly came into her
head and the color that filled it end was a blinding white.
“Now what the hell are you – “
Harry’s knife pierced through his cloak.
The spirit entered her mind, the words materializing in
front of her.
“Return him.Or you die.”
“If you know me, I’m sure you know that’s not going to happen.”
Her response was answered with high-pitched screaming and
the sound of footsteps running towards them. It would take them thirty seconds for it to reach her, but it would only
take Harry five seconds to prepare.
She threw Glenn to the ground, turned in front of him and
lowered her hand to the iron at her hip. With a flash of light, the shot went out and the body fell to the ground
down the sidewalk from them. Harry
walked up the sidewalk to where the body lay, stood directly over him and fired
a second shot into the head.
Glenn rose behind her and kneeled next to the white cloaked
form.He pulled the mask off, revealing
the face of their attacker.
“Harry, look at the markings on the neck. Horrirdus?”
“They’re certainly not the one I saw in the vision; the speaker was far more
feminine. But yes, the markings do look
Horrirdus. Strange to see them this far
out and especially strange this group is looking for you.”
She took a communicator out of her pockets and signaled for
the group to come down from the window. The group crept along the outside wall of the agency, past the flapping
blue tarp and questioning onlookers. Will ran up beside Harry.
“Who are they?”
Glenn extended his hand saying, “Glenn Garner from Galveston”.
“Pleasure to meet you but I was talking about the person bleeding on the
sidewalk.”
“Oh, we don’t know. Well, we do know who
they work for but as far as we know, it’s just a Horridus.”
“A Horridus being?”
“They’re a snake like species from Crotalus. Not the most creative, if you can notice by the white cloaks that they
wear. But for the most part, they’re smart
and strong, and ready to kill anyone who pisses them off in the slightest.”
Cati has moved to the ground and laid a hand over the face
of the creature. They started humming a
hymn, moving a set of prayer beads around in their fingers.Glenn and Jud took off their hats and held
them over their hearts. The people that
came within twenty yards of the group standing on the sidewalk, suddenly
decided to take another avenue. And
after a while, Cati spoke to Glenn.
“And did you?”
Putting his hat back, Glenn asked, “Did I what?”
“Piss them off.”
“Well yeah, you could say that I might have done that.”
Up in the office, the now fully assembled gang sat in the
office commons again. The body from the
sidewalk was on ice in the industrial freezer in the basement, the one they
kept around for certain cases like this. Mostly it was for keeping contraband cheese or some shit but every once
and awhile, a body spent some time in the cooler.
Harry stood in the kitchenette thinking about the body
downstairs and Glenn showing up again. It had been such a long time since she had seen him. Back when the battle of Lariat happened,
everyone figured that Glenn had gone and died in the main charge. It was only a few months later that she was
put into storage after the bombing, set away for use later.
Those thoughts won’t
get you anywhere, darling.
Cati’s voice jumped into her head but Harry pushed it away
and leaned back against the sink. The
silence kept over the room while she stood there. Even though she could feel the doubts of the
people in the room, she knew they could recognize her in this leadership
position. She didn’t always like being
the team leader, but the gods made sure it always happened.One way or another.
Careful words came to mind and she started to speak them,
before stepping over to the screen hanging from the wall in the commons. Harry took a small video drive from her
pocket. The old screen flickered a few
times, brought up a black and white image of an old man speaking. There was no audio at first, but she knew the
scene by heart, just like every other word of dialogue from anything she had
ever seen.
“There are men in this world who go about demanding to be
killed. They argue in gambling games; they jump out of their cars in a rage if
someone so much as scratches their fender. These people wander through the
streets calling out "Kill me, kill me." Luca Brasi was such a man.
And since he wasn't scared of death, and in fact, looked for it... I made him
my weapon. Because I was the only person in the world that he truly hoped would
not kill him.”
The screen soon
faded out again and Harry placed the drive back in her cloak. Then she took one of the revolvers from hip,
moved it to the back of Glenn’s head and finally spoke.
“You remember that
quote, Glenn? And you wanna tell me why
you almost got me killed? You’ve been
back five fucking minutes and I’m already having to kill people to defend myself.”
“Can you take the gun from my head?”
“No.”
“I should have been expecting that.
Will stood up and
moved towards Harry.
“Don’t you think that’s a bit much.”
“Shut it, Will. You don’t know anything
about this ass and you’re willing to let him go so easily?”
“Sure I don’t know him but how does that play into ethical being rights?”
Harry moved the gun away from Glenn’s head and as she
started to let the hammer rest again, Will sighed in relief. Glenn started to respond to her, but she spun
the gun around on her thumb and shot him in the foot.
“Fuck. What was that
for?”
“Getting the code wrong. You recognize
that clip?”
“Yes. I recognize it. Please stop shooting me.”
“Maybe.”
Will came back with a tea cart and set a few trays on the
coffee table. Harry looked down at the
food on the table, thinking about how she should probably eat something after
all that happened. When she couldn’t
remember the last time, she had anything to eat, it was probably a bad sign
about the timeline. She picked up a few
cookies and one of the dented coffee mugs and turned back to Glenn.
“So how did you go about pissing off a hit squad?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Aren’t they all.”
“Look, Harry, how long have you been awake?”
“Since about New Year’s day of 3651.You?”
“Three weeks ago.”
Jud and Cati scattered off to another office, pulling Will
with them.
“Why don’t we start this story from then?”
Glenn picked one of the cookies up from the tray.
“Well it all starts, from the best of my recollection in the
research bunker.”
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