[Sodium_noir] FW: Mortals & Ghouls at play in Darktown

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The Troglodytes, Antoine, Onitt & the last of the Four
Nosferatu, Ghouls & Mortals
Pumping station

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>"Don't ring a bell my friend!" Goggles said thoughtfully. "But 
>if we see anything we'll certainly give you a call. Us 
>Gothamites gotta stick together after all!"

"Yeah, would be nice. See ya." Antoine said and climbed into the van.
"Let's get away from here." Jaleel started the van and let it roll out
of the pumping station and then left the premises. He took a left turn
and drove back they way they had come. "Fuck, these guys are real
creeps." Jaleel said. "Yeah, they are, but they come in handy from time
to time." Antoine said watching the streets. "So, what was in dere
anyway?" Jaleel asked. Dédé grunted. "A well, with something down there.
Choked up the bodies real fast. Goggle creep said it was pigs, mostly."
He still sounded disillusioned. "Well, what did you expect, fucking
green men from outer space?" Antoine retorted.
The drive went on quietly. The van took again to the bridge to move into
Darktown. Antoine's phone rang. "Yeah, what's up?" He listened to a
voice. "Fuck, I don't believe it." - "Well, just keep your eyes open. If
you get him, snatch him and bring him to the Den." He disconnected.
"What was it? Trouble?" Onitt asked. "Don't know. Probably nothing.
Muteke phoned, told me that Marv, from the Debon posse called and told
him about a white motherfucker speeding on a bike through Darktown."
Onitt raised his eyebrows. "So what? Put a bullet through his head,
should teach them to go drive their shiny things somewhere else."
Antoine sighed. "Well, there's a glitch. Apparently that fucker things
he is 'da Black Mamba or bloody Blade'." - "Huh?" - "Well, has a damn,
bloody samurai sword strapped to his back, and such. Like from one of
those Hongkong flicks." Dédé leaned forward. "Well, if it is a sword
from a Hongkong flick, then it isn't a samurai sword. The katana, one of
the two swords making up the daisho of a samurai, is the sword of the
Japanese medieval knights. They were Japanese. The Chinese never used
that sword, so there are other types used in a Hongkong flick." He
leaned back, statisfied with himself. Antoine looked back to the rear
seats. "Thanks for that useful advice. I'll take care to remember that."
He said ironically. He looked back to the front. "So, apparently, thanks
to that wiseguy, it wasn't a sword from a Hongkong flick. Actually I
don't know what kind of fucking, bloody sword that guy's sporting, but
it is some kind of fucked up sword. Okay?" He took out the phone once
more and dialed the number of the Bêtenoir.

[TBC]