Monday Night, Basin City (NFB due to distance)
At the side of a road outside Basin City was parked a hard top with a good engine and a big trunk. Gail and Dwight leaned against the side of the car, Gail smoking one of her Russian cigarette. The two of them were sharing a flask of rather questionable liquor.
"She's been gone a while," Dwight said. "Don't they usually start screaming for mercy by now?"
"Yeah, I haven't heard a damn thing since she went in there."
"Pretty sure she killed a dog about ten minutes ago. Think we should go after her?"
They looked at each other for a moment, then said in unison, "No way."
Just then, another car pulled up, and a mountain of a man got out. "Hey, Marv, what brings you to the middle of goddamn nowhere this fine evening?" Gail asked him.
"That son of a bitch who--"
"Yeah, 'fraid you're late. Miho's takin' care of it."
"Oh." He sounded disappointed. "What about Rourke?"
Gail waved the hand with the cigarette around casually. "Took care of that, too. It's disgusting, is what it is," she opined, taking another drag before grinding the butt into the pavement under one spiked heel. "But they won't be messing with Old Town Girls any time soon, dammit. Why the hell ain't he screaming? Gives me the creeps."
"Must be boring for her if he won't scream," Dwight said.
Marv leaned against the car with them. Gail gave him a cigarette, and Dwight gave him a swallow of booze. And then they all waited.
About fifteen minutes later, Miho limped out of the woods, sword in one hand, something bulky in the other. She tossed the mystery object, which turned out to be a head, at Gail's feet, and looked at them with a gleam of pride and triumph in her eyes. "Have fun?" Gail asked. Miho nodded. Oh, yes. She'd had worlds of fun. "Great. Let's get you cleaned up," she said, looking Miho's bloody, ripped robes over. "You can still make the bus and be back in Virginia in time to torment children."
"She's been gone a while," Dwight said. "Don't they usually start screaming for mercy by now?"
"Yeah, I haven't heard a damn thing since she went in there."
"Pretty sure she killed a dog about ten minutes ago. Think we should go after her?"
They looked at each other for a moment, then said in unison, "No way."
Just then, another car pulled up, and a mountain of a man got out. "Hey, Marv, what brings you to the middle of goddamn nowhere this fine evening?" Gail asked him.
"That son of a bitch who--"
"Yeah, 'fraid you're late. Miho's takin' care of it."
"Oh." He sounded disappointed. "What about Rourke?"
Gail waved the hand with the cigarette around casually. "Took care of that, too. It's disgusting, is what it is," she opined, taking another drag before grinding the butt into the pavement under one spiked heel. "But they won't be messing with Old Town Girls any time soon, dammit. Why the hell ain't he screaming? Gives me the creeps."
"Must be boring for her if he won't scream," Dwight said.
Marv leaned against the car with them. Gail gave him a cigarette, and Dwight gave him a swallow of booze. And then they all waited.
About fifteen minutes later, Miho limped out of the woods, sword in one hand, something bulky in the other. She tossed the mystery object, which turned out to be a head, at Gail's feet, and looked at them with a gleam of pride and triumph in her eyes. "Have fun?" Gail asked. Miho nodded. Oh, yes. She'd had worlds of fun. "Great. Let's get you cleaned up," she said, looking Miho's bloody, ripped robes over. "You can still make the bus and be back in Virginia in time to torment children."