You didn't let me finish my sentence. I said, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in!
After a night of fitful sleep despite having the LAD close at hand, they got up and set about seeing to the destroyed windows and doors. After making some calls and arranging for workers to come and make the repairs, Deadblood and Sheri sat down for a late breakfast of waffles.
“I can’t believe they managed to cause so much damage in such a short amount of time,” Sheri remarked as she drizzled her waffles with syrup. “It’s gonna take weeks to fix what they spent less than an hour fucking up.”
“I’m not really that surprised,” Deadblood replied, reaching for the syrup when she was done. “It’s just a matter of time before they come back, too.” Sheri frowned, realizing the truth of his words.
“We’re gonna have to find him before that happens. But how?” She questioned, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully.
“That’s the question. Looking for Red is going to be like looking for a needle in a haystack. If he doesn’t want to be found, he won’t. Just like the other night. What we need is a way to figure out where he’s likely to be, and catch him there. I don’t know about you but the idea of sitting around waiting for him to come back with even more of those things doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest.”
“No shit,” Sheri agreed. “I spent forever trying to get the house the way I wanted. I’ll tell you, when we catch up with that jackass I fully intend on taking every last thing he destroyed right out of his ass.” Deadblood snorted in return. Sheri could be downright scary when she wanted to be, and there was no better way to push her buttons than to fuck up the house.
Both of their phones chimed just then with an email notification. Sheri slid hers across the table, eyebrow raising as she read the message.
“Hey champ, you seeing this?” Sheri said, as Deadblood reached into his pocket to check his phone.
Dear Valued CW Employees,
It has recently come to my attention that CW MegaStar, Red Spyder, will be visiting the kids of the Green Lake summer camp for a special day of fun. I for one couldn't be prouder that one of my employees is doing volunteer work without my urging.
I'm not saying I expect everyone else to make similar contributions of their time, but just because I'm currently sipping champagne on one of my twelve yachts is no excuse for anyone to not represent CreatureWrestling to the fullest of their ability.
Your Boss,
Promoter Alexander Arcane II
“Well speak of the devil, there’s our chance,” Deadblood replied as Sheri shook her head at the mention of ‘special day of fun’. No way those kids knew what they were in for. “You feel up to doing some charity work of our own?”
“Yeah, I’d say making sure that psycho doesn’t slaughter all the counselors and stage an arts and crafts event using their bloody scalps counts as charity work.” She replied, as Deadblood looked up the coordinates for the camp. After loading their weapons up, they set out in Sheri’s car for Camp Green Lake.
