Spiderman let's out a full-blown tusked smile as B.B. approaches with the baggie. After the gnome throws back a hit and hands the baggie over, the Crusher snaps out one of his finger razors from under the nail and uses the blade to scoop up a little mound of crystals and snorts them up throwing his head back. After a little sniffling and licking off of any stray granules from his razer you see his smile deepen.
"Thanks omae, that's some good shit. I gotta get outa Redmond more often, see what all's out there."
He looks off into the horizon as the sun slowly rises to the east just before kicking the ignition on his scooter.
It wasn't quite clear whether or not Bessie Mae was a lost cause. She definitely had some motor-function left and with any luck and with a hella good tribal shaman healer she just might turn around. Sheldon promised to take care of her and even though she's not an ork, he explains that the madame had lived long enough in the neighborhood and he sends out the order that all surviving girls who worked for her also will receive the same protection. He thanks you for uncovering the mystery behind the Pearl Tongue and on top of that the information about the compromised section of his wall. He stresses to you how Crimson Crush remembers its friends as fiercely as it destroys its enemies.
Jeshua on the other hand was a completely different matter. Mercedes and Walks Through Walls manage to arrange through their connections placement into a community infected rehabilitation center called Bird-Bear House. It was run by an older Native American human couple which had lost their child to an infection related hate crime. Even though they took charity and sponsorship from a few AAA's like Horizon and Evo, they still remained an independent non-profit which made Jeshua's true identity much easier to hide for the time being.
Strangely and unexpectedly enough, Germaine decided after all to deposit the 50,000¥ in B.B.'s account to distribute amongst yourselves. He only included a text message. <<I would like to meet and talk at a future date. No business....just personal.>> No mention of his son whatsoever.
@Woofer:
The old nightmares are gone.....replaced by something far worse. Some nights even sleep evades you entirely. On nights like those you wish you had never ever set foot on that path into the heart of Redmond. You wish you had never ever tasted that sweetest sensation of all. The moment you felt Olivier's teeth sink into your neck, you felt that it was you who was really the one sinking your teeth into a forbidden apple of knowledge.
Up until now you have fought the urge in the middle of the night to jump out of bed, put on your long-coat and stroll out into the night to return to that road which would lead you back to where it all began.
On the very worst of nights, you can practically even hear it in your ears. You could swear that he's behind you, clutching you closely, the rim of his lens-less glasses digging into your temple almost feeling that hot stale breath up against your ear whispering to you, taunting you and daring you to resist it. All you want is just a drop. Just a little taste. To be bathed for only one more second in that darkness.
You have no idea how long you can keep this up.
