Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press

“Ranesh has become my spirit guide. He told me,” he said cryptically,
patting the windshield.
“What are we going to say when we finally meet him?” he asked, a
few moments later.
Jesus spotted the number and found a parking spot. “I have no idea. I
kind of hope he does all the talking. You still tripping?”
Agent 139 stopped, looked up at the stars. “It would appear so.”
A moment later they were standing in a cloud of moths and
mosquitoes on what they assumed was Gabrael’s porch. It looked the
same as the other apartments, the only identifying markers the rusted 111
hanging over the door and a beat up copy of Wired on the ground by the
door.
Hesitantly, Agent 139 raised his hand up to the knocker and felt the
cold metal between his fingers. The moths swarming about his head left
long trails of white wings which danced in descending spirals around
him. He knocked against the door once, then twice again in quick succession.
They waited an anxious minute, stuffing hands into their pockets and
rocking back and forth on their heels, and just as they turned around,
preparing to leave, the door creaked open behind them.
A calm voice asked, “Can I help you?”
They turned in unison to meet a tall man of medium build and nondescript
features. The faint scent of baked yams wafted through the doorway
as his scrutinizing blue eyes moved up and down, in perfect counterpoint
to the tinkling of a harpsichord inside.
Agent 139 bit his lip and asked, “Why are we here?”
The man smiled with raised eyebrows, pausing just long enough
before he answered that Agent 139 felt a little uncomfortable. “That’s a
good one,” he said, raising his hand to his chin, “but you’re going to
have to leave.”
“I believe we’re part of the same brotherhood,” Agent 139 said, “I feel
I was brought here for a reason, I just don’t know why.”
The man shrugged and asked, “What are your names?”
They replied without hesitation.
“So you’ve come here to find out why you are here. Interesting,” he
mused. “Well, would you care to join me for dinner? I have yams and a
turkey that’s just about done. I’m not sure I can answer your question,
but at least I can give you a good meal.”
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