Tattoo: The Books of Glory

a webserial about people who are not like us

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Tattoo Book 2, Part 2.9

Posted by harmony0stars on November 5, 2008

“Right. That is definitely a concern…” Richard glanced at his nephew. Toby was filthy, though he no longer looked as starved as he had when she first met him. He still looked like a refugee from some kind of detention center. There was a definite family resemblance between the two, right down to their hazel and gold eyes. But while Toby looked excited to be back with his people, his uncle looked tired and anxious. “Look, you’ve already done so much for us. We really can’t in good conscience ask for more…”

“But…?” Glory said, sensing this was not a dismissal.

“But,” replied another man, still seated at the table. His blond hair stood out at odd angles, and there were dark circles under his eyes. “I can’t exactly get my precinct to back us up, so we have be creative.” He stood and he was easily a head taller than the biker guy who had answered the door. And by his uniform, he was obviously a cop. That could be good or bad, and she wasn’t sure which after her experiences with police.

“They’re already looking for Toby,” he continued, “And they know you have him. If you’re willing, we want you to take Toby back there, get inside, and then distract them. We’ll come in while they’re busy with you and tear the place apart.”

“You want me to take a kid back into that place? Never mind the fact that they’ll never believe he went willingly.” She was horrified. Toby might have proven himself by getting out of the werewolf chop shop once, but that didn’t mean she wanted to put him at risk a second time.

“Hey! I’m not a kid!” Richard snorted as he gently restrained his nephew, drawing him over to a bar along the wall where there were boxes of pizzas.

“Never mind about Toby. He’s going to be playing possum. You’ll tell them that once you realized what he was, you knocked him out and brought him back where he said he’d come from. You just need to keep them distracted long enough for us to come in after you.” He looked uncomfortable as he paused. “You should know it’s not just us they’ve been kidnapping. The police have been getting reports of missing homeless people for months.”

“So just like back in September when Tacita Ruggles was kidnapping all those children, the police decided it wasn’t worth alerting the public.”

He gave her a hard look. “I thought you looked familiar…”

“Look Detective-”

Officer Hart. I’m not a detective yet.”

“Okay then, Officer. I don’t care what Detective Dalton has said about me or what you think of me. Based on my recent experiences with the police, I’m not exactly impressed with you guys either.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know Dalton personally, but everyone knows him by reputation. He’s up for retirement next year, and he’s fighting it…. for some reason. To be honest, no one can really figure it out. He’s lazy, surly, and just generally unpleasant. So far as I know, no one is going to miss him. We’re pretty sure he’s just trying to use your case to make himself look good before he goes since it’s all he talks about. He contacts other precincts about it practically every week. I just heard two of the deputy chiefs talking about it the other day.”

“Lovely… a soon to be ex-cop is stalking me, and I’m living in a park.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled. He shrugged and at least had the good grace to look embarrassed. “As for letting the public know about the details of crimes, it’s department policy. We can’t panic people any more than we can alert the criminals to what we know. It’s important if we want to catch them.”

Glory was mad, but she didn’t really blame Officer Hart for policy or Dalton. She swallowed her anger and changed the subject, “So you know where this place is then?”

He led her over to the table. “It’s a condemned warehouse near the abandoned piers. We only just tracked them to the building a couple days ago and got the plans from city hall today. The warehouse is technically owned by the City, so either they’re there illicitly or someone higher up is loaning it to them. I don’t know which, and I didn’t want to tip our hand by digging too deep. There’s no telling how long they’ve been there though, so these plans might not even be accurate once we get inside the building.”

Reaching into a bag, he pulled out a gun, but she shoved it back at him when he tried to hand it to her. “The serial numbers have been removed. No one can trace it to you.”

“Um, first of all, I don’t know how to shoot a gun. I’d probably hurt myself. And secondly, I have my own protection.” Hart raised an eyebrow but took the gun back. Glory walked over to where Toby and several others were devouring the pizza. “So, how are we going to do this? He should look a little roughed up I guess, or they’re not going to believe I knocked him out. But I’m definitely not going to hit him.” From the looks on their faces, none of them wanted to hit him either.

She looked down at the pizza. “You want some?” asked Toby eagerly offering her a slice, dripping with meat toppings and sauce.

“Hmmm,” she murmured as she regarded the pizza in her hand before peeling back the cheese to the rich red sauce underneath. “Um, Toby could you turn around please.”

“Huh?” He got this expression on his face like a small animal in the path of a car. “Oh no… you’re not…?”

“Just turn around Toby. It’s not a bad idea.” His uncle responded, taking the boy by the shoulders and twisting him around.

“Ugh!” Toby yelped as Glory whacked the back of his head with the gelid, semi-warm slice of pizza. Some droplets of sauce splattered onto the back of the sweatshirt and more ran down his neck.

“I guess it’ll do for getting us in the door.”

“So long as they don’t smell me.” Toby growled in annoyance.

*          *          *

An old white van that looked like it had been sideswiped at some point carried them to the other side of the woods surrounding the warehouse where Toby had been kept. The eight men inside knew how far surveillance for the building extended and didn’t want to be observed coming. Glory and Toby jumped to the ground. She pulled one of his arms around her shoulder and began dragging him towards the unmarked dirt road that lead into the warehouse complex.

“Stop walking Toby. I’m supposed to be carrying you.” Glory muttered to him as his steps threw her off balance.

“I’m just trying to help.” he whispered back.

“Well, knock it off. You’re supposed to be out cold.” He made a rude noise, but let his body go limp. She pulled him up by his arm into a better position so his feet wouldn’t be rubbed raw by being scraped along the ground.

“Wow, you’re pretty strong,” he whispered as she hoisted him off the ground, balancing most of his weight on her shoulders. She smiled grimly. Up until a few months ago, she doubted she would have been able to carry him at all.

“Hush it, pizza boy. Never comment on a girl’s age, weight, or upper body strength.”

She walked several yards before light from the warehouse began to penetrate the trees and several more feet beyond that before anyone noticed her. Someone put the barrel of a gun in her back and ordered her to stop. Suddenly several more people ran up, shining flashlights in her eyes.

“Okay… this is me stopping.” She made a show of staggering as if exhausted by Toby’s weight, though in all honestly, she barely felt it. His weight put her a little off balance, but she probably could have carried him all night without feeling fatigue.

“Who are you and what do you want?”

“Um, hi… I think we all may have met yesterday in Central Park? There was a “dog” who evidently turned out not to be a dog. Let me tell you, it scared the crap out of me when I realized what he was. He told me the whole story about how he escaped from here, and I figured…. you know, if I brought him back, maybe there’s a reward???” She heard the hiss of a radio as someone growled something into it.

“Move.” Ordered the man behind her and poked her in the small of the back as if she couldn’t understand English. No one offered to take Toby from her, so she pretended to be laboring under his weight. It wouldn’t do to look too at ease carrying him.

to Book 2, part 2, page 10


3 Responses to “Tattoo Book 2, Part 2.9”

  1. Darkthorn said

    Did I mention it was awesome already?
    And grr at the cliff-hanger, get on with it and write another chapter :p

  2. harmony0stars said

    Hah! Thanks 🙂 But you know, cliff hangers are what keep people coming back. 😉

  3. Miladysa said

    And great storylines ;D

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