quiet as Frank had ever seen the place, like a ghost town in fact, with only handfuls of people scattered around the empty streets. He didn’t know whether to be glad the place was quiet, or more nervous. It felt an awful lot to him like his presence had been expected, like they were driving into some kind of trap. As he neared the bar owned by the demons, he dismissed that notion as the drink talking.
He parked the car around the corner from the bar. Eva and the others parked a block away as Frank had instructed them to. He expected the demons to be on alert and he didn’t want to lose any element of surprise. He got out of the car, being careful not to slam the door, the canvas carry bag still wrapped across his person. As it was a windless night, and with so few people on the streets, the Southside should have been deathly quiet. But it wasn’t. Streaming across the river into the slum was the sounds of a city in chaos, a city in fear. Sirens blared, even the odd explosion and sounds of gunfire. If you listened hard enough, you could even hear the occasional scream puncture the night air like a bad omen. Frank grabbed the Saiga-12 shotgun from the trunk, glad to have such reassuring firepower in his hands. He looked around as he walked to the corner of the empty building beside him, around the corner of which was the small grouping of businesses, including the Viper Bar.
No one seemed to be around the square. All the businesses were closed as expected, including the liquor store. The only place that wasn’t closed was the Viper Bar. In the still night air, Frank could hear music escaping from between the two front doors. The windows on the front of the building were too stained underneath their iron bars to see any movement inside. Krakus and his gang could have been in there, or they could not have been. Frank didn’t know. He only knew he was going inside and anyone or anything that tried to get in his way was getting a blast from the shotgun he held in his hands.
He ran quickly towards the bar, pressing his back against the wall next to the front doors when he reached it. Stayed that way for a moment while he waited. Listened. The music was louder now that he was close. He even recognized the song, “Inna Gadda Di Vidda”. Good a soundtrack as any to assault a building to.
After a moment, Frank rifled through his canvas bag with one hand while holding the shotgun up with the other hand. He pulled a spray can from the bag and quickly stepped in front of the doors. Then he hurriedly began to spray sigils on the door. The sigils were old and powerful. They would insure no demon could walk through the doors.
When he had finished, he hurried around the side of the building, looking for other exits. He sprayed the fire exit door on the side of the building and the heavy iron gate set into the brick wall that enclosed the bar’s back yard. He was sure he hadn’t covered all the exits, that there were at least one or two others he didn’t know about, but he didn’t really care. By the time the demons realized what had hit them, it would be too late for most of them to run anyway.
Frank took his phone out, called Eva. Told her to get into position with the rest. Then he moved quickly around to the front of the building again, stopping by the front doors. His heart was pounding with anticipation and he took the hip flask from the bag and took a long swallow of whiskey, quickly returning the flask to the bag before the others came. As he waited for the others to show, hoping no one would walk out of the bar in the meantime, he couldn’t stop thinking about the feather. It had now become his ticket to some kind of salvation, at least in his mind. With the feather in his possession, he could finally put things right, or almost anyway. Some damage couldn’t be undone.
Eva rounded the corner first as she ran cat like towards his position by the doors, her two shiny short swords out, one in each hand. Right behind
He parked the car around the corner from the bar. Eva and the others parked a block away as Frank had instructed them to. He expected the demons to be on alert and he didn’t want to lose any element of surprise. He got out of the car, being careful not to slam the door, the canvas carry bag still wrapped across his person. As it was a windless night, and with so few people on the streets, the Southside should have been deathly quiet. But it wasn’t. Streaming across the river into the slum was the sounds of a city in chaos, a city in fear. Sirens blared, even the odd explosion and sounds of gunfire. If you listened hard enough, you could even hear the occasional scream puncture the night air like a bad omen. Frank grabbed the Saiga-12 shotgun from the trunk, glad to have such reassuring firepower in his hands. He looked around as he walked to the corner of the empty building beside him, around the corner of which was the small grouping of businesses, including the Viper Bar.
No one seemed to be around the square. All the businesses were closed as expected, including the liquor store. The only place that wasn’t closed was the Viper Bar. In the still night air, Frank could hear music escaping from between the two front doors. The windows on the front of the building were too stained underneath their iron bars to see any movement inside. Krakus and his gang could have been in there, or they could not have been. Frank didn’t know. He only knew he was going inside and anyone or anything that tried to get in his way was getting a blast from the shotgun he held in his hands.
He ran quickly towards the bar, pressing his back against the wall next to the front doors when he reached it. Stayed that way for a moment while he waited. Listened. The music was louder now that he was close. He even recognized the song, “Inna Gadda Di Vidda”. Good a soundtrack as any to assault a building to.
After a moment, Frank rifled through his canvas bag with one hand while holding the shotgun up with the other hand. He pulled a spray can from the bag and quickly stepped in front of the doors. Then he hurriedly began to spray sigils on the door. The sigils were old and powerful. They would insure no demon could walk through the doors.
When he had finished, he hurried around the side of the building, looking for other exits. He sprayed the fire exit door on the side of the building and the heavy iron gate set into the brick wall that enclosed the bar’s back yard. He was sure he hadn’t covered all the exits, that there were at least one or two others he didn’t know about, but he didn’t really care. By the time the demons realized what had hit them, it would be too late for most of them to run anyway.
Frank took his phone out, called Eva. Told her to get into position with the rest. Then he moved quickly around to the front of the building again, stopping by the front doors. His heart was pounding with anticipation and he took the hip flask from the bag and took a long swallow of whiskey, quickly returning the flask to the bag before the others came. As he waited for the others to show, hoping no one would walk out of the bar in the meantime, he couldn’t stop thinking about the feather. It had now become his ticket to some kind of salvation, at least in his mind. With the feather in his possession, he could finally put things right, or almost anyway. Some damage couldn’t be undone.
Eva rounded the corner first as she ran cat like towards his position by the doors, her two shiny short swords out, one in each hand. Right behind
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