someone stand guard outside so none of the goons get the wise idea to lock me inside.”
Rahim huffed and waved me inside, taking up a position that allowed him to see both the DSI people and the front door. Once he was in place Rachelle and I went into the nearest cell and started to toss it. The cell, I mean.
There wasn’t much there, the resident nowhere near as artistic or pent up as the old man from the first prison. What few papers had been left behind were your typical down in the dumps jail journal that did nothing to explain why anyone would be busting out supernatural entities let alone this particular one who happened to be a whiny bitch. And with nothing else to be found we went back out into the hall to pick another cell to rifle through. Thud came out of the one alongside ours, tossing a handful of papers onto the floor.
“This is a wild pecker chase,” he complained, stomping off to roll the next cell.
“I found a huge one,” I said, pointing at him. He snarled, flipped me off, and kept walking. “You make it too easy, Spud.”
Rahim reached down past me and snatched up the papers the demon had discarded. His dark eyes narrowed as he took them in, his gaze snapping upwards to see where Shaw was.
“What is it?” Rachelle whispered.
He handed her one of the sheets and she held it so I could see it. Rachelle gasped under her breath.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered as Rahim held the others up for us to look at. “Clearly there’s a prison theme going around lately.”
Across all of the sheets was the same kind of writing that made up the book that Lucifer had given me. The same one that had opened a mystical portal into God’s trash dimension where we’d come across Judas and a whole population of beings that had been discarded by the Almighty as flawed only to have them breed and further pollute the bloodlines to evolve into their own species, never before seen outside of the mystical prison realm. And now we were staring at that ancient alien language again, which had caused us nothing but trouble recently. The book, at least, sat somewhere in Heaven, likely under lock and key or burnt as heresy.
“What have you found?” Shaw asked, coming to stand before us.
Rahim growled. None of us had seen her approach, caught up as we were with our discovery.
“Neolithic porn. Nothing you want to look at, I’m sure, but boy does that cavewoman have an impressive fur coat. Gives a whole new meaning to the term wooly mammoth.”
Shaw reached out and snatched the sheet from Rachelle and glared at it before turning her ugly look on me. “This is the language from that accursed book of yours. What do you know about this?” She waved the paper in my face.
I pushed it aside. “Just as much as you know about the folks you’ve locked up in here and why our bomb buddies hit this place rather than the one you thought they would.”
She growled and inched closer like she wanted to rip my throat out. My power welled up and froze her in place, a less than subtle reminder that I wasn’t the same weakling she’d shot in the head a while back.
“Unless you come clean with us you won’t get shit regarding this.” I gestured to the stack of papers Rahim had rolled up and held behind his thigh to keep out of her reach.
Admittedly I wasn’t all that sure the writing would tell us shit. It could very well be some dude’s erotic adventures in prison land for all I knew. Rala might well be able to translate it for us but we were as ignorant of what it meant as Shaw was, though I wasn’t going to admit that.
“This open communication goes both ways, Trigg.”
I nodded. “And we’ll gladly tell you what these pages say as soon as we have them translated. Now tell me why you had an alien locked up in your little prison system.”
“We didn’t,” she answered. “The woman in this cell was from Earth as far as I was led to believe.”
That didn’t jibe. “Who was she?”
Shaw
Rahim huffed and waved me inside, taking up a position that allowed him to see both the DSI people and the front door. Once he was in place Rachelle and I went into the nearest cell and started to toss it. The cell, I mean.
There wasn’t much there, the resident nowhere near as artistic or pent up as the old man from the first prison. What few papers had been left behind were your typical down in the dumps jail journal that did nothing to explain why anyone would be busting out supernatural entities let alone this particular one who happened to be a whiny bitch. And with nothing else to be found we went back out into the hall to pick another cell to rifle through. Thud came out of the one alongside ours, tossing a handful of papers onto the floor.
“This is a wild pecker chase,” he complained, stomping off to roll the next cell.
“I found a huge one,” I said, pointing at him. He snarled, flipped me off, and kept walking. “You make it too easy, Spud.”
Rahim reached down past me and snatched up the papers the demon had discarded. His dark eyes narrowed as he took them in, his gaze snapping upwards to see where Shaw was.
“What is it?” Rachelle whispered.
He handed her one of the sheets and she held it so I could see it. Rachelle gasped under her breath.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered as Rahim held the others up for us to look at. “Clearly there’s a prison theme going around lately.”
Across all of the sheets was the same kind of writing that made up the book that Lucifer had given me. The same one that had opened a mystical portal into God’s trash dimension where we’d come across Judas and a whole population of beings that had been discarded by the Almighty as flawed only to have them breed and further pollute the bloodlines to evolve into their own species, never before seen outside of the mystical prison realm. And now we were staring at that ancient alien language again, which had caused us nothing but trouble recently. The book, at least, sat somewhere in Heaven, likely under lock and key or burnt as heresy.
“What have you found?” Shaw asked, coming to stand before us.
Rahim growled. None of us had seen her approach, caught up as we were with our discovery.
“Neolithic porn. Nothing you want to look at, I’m sure, but boy does that cavewoman have an impressive fur coat. Gives a whole new meaning to the term wooly mammoth.”
Shaw reached out and snatched the sheet from Rachelle and glared at it before turning her ugly look on me. “This is the language from that accursed book of yours. What do you know about this?” She waved the paper in my face.
I pushed it aside. “Just as much as you know about the folks you’ve locked up in here and why our bomb buddies hit this place rather than the one you thought they would.”
She growled and inched closer like she wanted to rip my throat out. My power welled up and froze her in place, a less than subtle reminder that I wasn’t the same weakling she’d shot in the head a while back.
“Unless you come clean with us you won’t get shit regarding this.” I gestured to the stack of papers Rahim had rolled up and held behind his thigh to keep out of her reach.
Admittedly I wasn’t all that sure the writing would tell us shit. It could very well be some dude’s erotic adventures in prison land for all I knew. Rala might well be able to translate it for us but we were as ignorant of what it meant as Shaw was, though I wasn’t going to admit that.
“This open communication goes both ways, Trigg.”
I nodded. “And we’ll gladly tell you what these pages say as soon as we have them translated. Now tell me why you had an alien locked up in your little prison system.”
“We didn’t,” she answered. “The woman in this cell was from Earth as far as I was led to believe.”
That didn’t jibe. “Who was she?”
Shaw
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