Perceptions!verse - Spander Files

the opportunity when it arises. The fact that the
opportunity was a seven foot bit of lime green blubber
didn’t make it any less useful. And who in their right
mind would do escort duty in a cellblock full of demons
with just a poncy little zap stick and a pop gun to protect
them. Arrogant, always bloody arrogant, and that’s why
I’ll always get the better of them, chip or no fucking chip.
Had to do a bit of bobbing and weaving to keep out of
sight, once I got out. They may not be the sharpest knives
in the box, but it doesn’t mean they’re not dangerous
when they’re hunting in packs. Anything is dangerous
when they’re in a pack, that’s something my boy
reminded me when he told me about his little adventure
at the zoo a couple of years back. I sometimes think it’s a
pity the Watcher got rid of the hyena, it would have
made a nice little edge to all that new confidence he’s
got these days. But I know he wouldn’t want it. Spent too
much time in his life having other people telling him what
to do. Doesn’t need a little spotted whisperer pushing at
the back of his brain.
It’s taken me a while to find my way back, even though
the town isn’t that big. Did a detour through most of the
cemeteries, laying false trails, picking up the rumours and
the signs. After an hour, I figured it was as safe as it was