Music City Macabre: The Low Lying Lands Saga: Vol. 1 by Bob Williams Page B
Authors: Bob Williams
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The lifespan of a villain is brutal and short. You feel me, Kade? Your days are numbered, pal.
Crusader Midnite out. I got guns to polish, knives to sharpen and dynamite to fuck around with. Have a kill on me. Crusader Midnite. Peace out.
A NEW DIRECTION
I have never heard anything like that in my entire life. Seriously. Post-Descent. The crazies were out in force. Prophesying, screaming, and crying about the end of the world. They were saying it was all over. Hell, the dreamers bought their line of shit, but I never did. Something’s not quite right about this guy though. It’s like he’s playing crazy but he’s not. He knows about The Black Hand! And The Eighty-Eight! How long has he been in the know? Do I know him? Does he know me? Is he talking...to me? How’ve I missed this guy? You’ve been distracted .
In the beginning, after the Collapse, it was just me and Coop. We never had any other setting than “survive”. But he didn’t did he? Sure we were helping people. And yes we killed a lot of Freaks. But we were just surviving. Playing defense for the most part. It never occurred to us to... what did Doctor Midnite say? Take it back . To take the fight to the Freaks. Push them back. Re-establish those lost connections and territories. I can do that. It’s time somebody spewed forth a little truth to bad guys. Who knows how long or how hard it’ll be. You gotta start somewhere. Might as well start with Kade. Right here, right now. I have a purpose. I’m going to Nashville, Tennessee. I will find Kade, and I will turn out his lights for good. Take it back .
I heard the loud clap of two hands crashing together, shook my head, and focused on Jay.
“Where did you go?” he asked jokingly.
I looked and him but said nothing. He made the connection.
“Oh shit.” Jay looked at me with wide, knowing eyes.
“What?” I said, arms outstretched. Was this going to be a tough sell? I might end up needing some of his resources.
“Oh, you know that I know that you know exactly what I mean.”
“Tell me what I know you mean,” I said. I smiled. I didn’t think I would smile again for a long time. It didn’t last for long though. There is business to attend to.
“Well that was certainly different than his usual ranting. Honestly, he sounds the same supposedly sober as he does when he supposedly drunk. I haven’t heard any of that Black Hand stuff. Or that Eighty-Eight business. That was new. Maybe he’s tripping cause he’s drying out.
“But anyway this guy Kade, he sounds like a bad dude. More than that. A real psycho. The Doc thinks somebody should,” he made air quotes, “put that motherfucker in the ground. Why does that somebody have to be you? You’re here...now. We have work to do here. There’s no need to go off and clean up a stranger’s backyard, when you have trash in your own.”
I wouldn’t say Jay and I were the best of friends. We work well together but we aren’t tight. Maybe that’s changing. But he has always read me straight up. It’s the quality of a great leader. He makes a good point, but I’m going to Nashville for me. Not for anyone else.
“Jay, everything he said in that broadcast is true. Cut away all the crazy crap and you have a hardline message. The Black Hand, The Eighty-Eight, I know what they are. I’m twenty-four hours removed from a life altering revelation. I’m gonna hit the head, grab me another beer and I promise, I will tell you everything. We need to be on the same page. There’s about to be a sea change.”
When I got back to the table, both Jay and another man made eye contact with me, like they were sizing me up for something. Then the other man walked away. He had an iPad or something similar, and he was scrolling through a list, but his back obstructed my view. What were they up to?
“Who was that?” I asked.
“A specialist. Let’s call him Hannibal. If you can convince me this isn’t a stupid ass death wish, I just might go have a
Crusader Midnite out. I got guns to polish, knives to sharpen and dynamite to fuck around with. Have a kill on me. Crusader Midnite. Peace out.
A NEW DIRECTION
I have never heard anything like that in my entire life. Seriously. Post-Descent. The crazies were out in force. Prophesying, screaming, and crying about the end of the world. They were saying it was all over. Hell, the dreamers bought their line of shit, but I never did. Something’s not quite right about this guy though. It’s like he’s playing crazy but he’s not. He knows about The Black Hand! And The Eighty-Eight! How long has he been in the know? Do I know him? Does he know me? Is he talking...to me? How’ve I missed this guy? You’ve been distracted .
In the beginning, after the Collapse, it was just me and Coop. We never had any other setting than “survive”. But he didn’t did he? Sure we were helping people. And yes we killed a lot of Freaks. But we were just surviving. Playing defense for the most part. It never occurred to us to... what did Doctor Midnite say? Take it back . To take the fight to the Freaks. Push them back. Re-establish those lost connections and territories. I can do that. It’s time somebody spewed forth a little truth to bad guys. Who knows how long or how hard it’ll be. You gotta start somewhere. Might as well start with Kade. Right here, right now. I have a purpose. I’m going to Nashville, Tennessee. I will find Kade, and I will turn out his lights for good. Take it back .
I heard the loud clap of two hands crashing together, shook my head, and focused on Jay.
“Where did you go?” he asked jokingly.
I looked and him but said nothing. He made the connection.
“Oh shit.” Jay looked at me with wide, knowing eyes.
“What?” I said, arms outstretched. Was this going to be a tough sell? I might end up needing some of his resources.
“Oh, you know that I know that you know exactly what I mean.”
“Tell me what I know you mean,” I said. I smiled. I didn’t think I would smile again for a long time. It didn’t last for long though. There is business to attend to.
“Well that was certainly different than his usual ranting. Honestly, he sounds the same supposedly sober as he does when he supposedly drunk. I haven’t heard any of that Black Hand stuff. Or that Eighty-Eight business. That was new. Maybe he’s tripping cause he’s drying out.
“But anyway this guy Kade, he sounds like a bad dude. More than that. A real psycho. The Doc thinks somebody should,” he made air quotes, “put that motherfucker in the ground. Why does that somebody have to be you? You’re here...now. We have work to do here. There’s no need to go off and clean up a stranger’s backyard, when you have trash in your own.”
I wouldn’t say Jay and I were the best of friends. We work well together but we aren’t tight. Maybe that’s changing. But he has always read me straight up. It’s the quality of a great leader. He makes a good point, but I’m going to Nashville for me. Not for anyone else.
“Jay, everything he said in that broadcast is true. Cut away all the crazy crap and you have a hardline message. The Black Hand, The Eighty-Eight, I know what they are. I’m twenty-four hours removed from a life altering revelation. I’m gonna hit the head, grab me another beer and I promise, I will tell you everything. We need to be on the same page. There’s about to be a sea change.”
When I got back to the table, both Jay and another man made eye contact with me, like they were sizing me up for something. Then the other man walked away. He had an iPad or something similar, and he was scrolling through a list, but his back obstructed my view. What were they up to?
“Who was that?” I asked.
“A specialist. Let’s call him Hannibal. If you can convince me this isn’t a stupid ass death wish, I just might go have a
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