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I adjusted my facemask and looked around the dimly lit barn.
I could deal with a lot of foul smelling shit, but human flesh being cured wasn’t one of them.
Luther stood beside me, marking items off a checklist.
Like everyone else, he was getting ready to transition his business to a new supplier, thanks to Romero.
I shifted my attention to where his niece was making quick work of a man hanging upside down from a meat hook.
She was about nine or ten now, and handled herself like a pro. I watched her carefully make the relief cuts on the man’s wrists, chest, and neck to help remove his skin in large sheets instead of individual chunks.
When she was finished with that, she used her little blade and began to flay.
The man writhed in his restraints, no doubt feeling his skin being pulled off his muscles, and the nerve endings dying. His agonized screams were muffled by the dirty cloth shoved in his mouth.
“Where is this package I’m supposed to pick up?” I asked Luther, breaking my gaze away from the live display.
“It’s not ready yet,” he answered dismissively.
I looked to the ceiling and counted to three, searching for patience I didn’t have.
He glanced over and shook his head, chuckling at my inability to hold still. “What’s the rush? Didn’t you miss me?”
“Need a smoke,” I told him, ignoring his question.
As soon as I was outside, I lifted the facemask to the top of my head and sucked in a breath of cool air.
The temperature was beginning to drop at night, a sign fall had arrived at the Badlands.
Reaching into my back pocket, I took out my joint and a lighter. I placed it between my lips and sparked up.
I chiefed it three times and rolled my neck to loosen my shoulders.
The sooner I got whatever fuckin package this was, the better. If Rome sent me all this way to pick up a belt, I was going to kick his ass when I got home.
I was just about to go back inside the barn when I heard the low whir of an engine gradually getting louder.
Instantly on alert, I looked across Luther’s property but didn’t see anything. Not even headlights.
Someone was definitely coming, though, and they were moving pretty damn fast from the sound of it.
Shoving my facemask back down, I snubbed out my joint and went back inside.
Something heavy hit the rear door and the whirring cut off.
Luther all but shoved his fuckin clipboard into my hands, and rushed towards it.
“Fuck’s going on?” I asked, watching him hurriedly undo the heavy padlock, keeping the rear exit sealed off.
“Your package has arrived.” He looked back at me with a shit eating grin and pulled open the doors.
I saw the acolyte administered Jeep. Saw a sweaty and muddied Bryce.
Then, I saw her.
The unusual girl with the blue hair.
I was fucked.
