Posted at 6:56 am on Apr 30, 2016 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
I'll never admit it was anything other than me using you.
TF: After CreatureMania 13: Broken Futures.
"Right on time," Deadblood said, watching as Red Spyder exited a rundown apartment building.
He and Sheri were in a rental car as it was far less flashy than his motorcycle or the car the police gave her after he sank her other one in a swamp.
"I'm sure today will be just as boring as the previous two days," Sheri said, yawning in the passenger seat. "Let's face it: we're not going to learn anything useful like this. Certainly not anything that might help us in killing him. I really think we're going about this all wrong."
DB ignored her as he started the car and followed Red, careful to not get too close while also not going too slow to piss off other drivers. Either way might attract Red's attention, something they'd managed to avoid so far.
"I'm serious, this guy is boring as fuck when he's not a murdering psychopath," Sheri said, leaning her seat back to relax further. "One day he goes for a walk through the park before going back up to his apartment and the next he does the same, except he buys several cases of a beer while he's out. Watching paint dry isn't this boring!"
"If you're that bored, you can put your head in my lap while I drive," DB said, not taking his eyes off of Red.
"Oh you'd love that, wouldn't you, Champ?" she asked, sounding annoyed but seriously considering it at the same time.
"Not as much as you would," he said, both of them grinning by that point.
For the first few minutes of following Red, things seemed quite standard. He was walking the same path as the previous two days and seemingly showed little interest in anything going on around him.
"Okay, make room," Sheri said, undoing her seat belt. "You're about to get your wish. Unless you want to pull over into an alley for some backseat fun. Because if I don't do something over here, I'm going to fall asleep and then my sleep patterns will be all messed up."
"Wait, look!" Deadblood said, pointing ahead of them. Sighing, Sheri looked and saw Red peering into the window of some business, his hands around his eyes to block the sun. "What the hell's he doing?"
"He probably spotted a new chainsaw," she said, leaning back in her seat again, knowing there was now no chance of playing with DB's prime meat for the time being.
"But it's not a hardware store," he said, inching the car a little closer. "It's a gym. He sees someone in there."
"He's in the same profession as you," she said, sounding more uninterested by the second. "He's probably seeing if the gym looks worthwhile for a workout. All that beer can't be good on his body."
Red eventually moved away from the window but not from the building, leaning against the front of the building just past the windows.
"If he's waiting around, we're waiting around," DB said, pulling the car over to watch.
