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“Yeah. Looks like a fuse blew. I’ll get the generators going until we can fix it,” the guy said, speaking into his radio. “Oh, hey there, little dogs. Are you lost?”
The man reached down and tried to pick up Bonbon. He collapsed to the ground.
Well done, demon.There would be no repairs to the power today.
Damien wove through the vans and trucks, reaching the first trailer. He yanked open the door and stepped inside.
“What are you doing in here?” asked a woman sitting at a table with piles of papers in front of her. No cages. No creatures.
“My apologies. I thought this was the porta potty.” He stepped outside and looked around.
There were several more trailers, but which ones held the creatures?
Damien went to the next trailer and decided to knock this time.
A man dressed in a pleather leotard, smelling of marijuana, answered. “You bring my sandwich?”
“Sorry. Wrong trailer.” The man was with one of the bands.
Damien went to the next few trailers. Both had the blinds open. No cages inside.
Where are Pet and MF?Damien turned on his heel, running a hand through his hair.
Right on cue, his phone vibrated.
Sky:I’m in the trailer. Full load of creatures. It’s moving south. Will text you address when we arrive.
“Damien!”
He turned to see Elenore walking toward him with a group of very large men. They were all dressed in tie-dye, Birkenstocks, and ratty jeans. The small print on the front of their denim vests read, “The Killer Eagles.”
Subtle.“Elenore, you must be careful.” He looked around. “They were using the metal detectors to find…product. We took out the power, but who knows if the security guards are on the hunt or how good they are at tracking. They already have a full shipment.”
“Where is it?” Elenore asked.
“Being moved. I am about to find out where.”
“We’ll go with you.”
And do what? Frighten the traffickers with your group wardrobe?“Better you and your friends go to the festival entrance. Try to spotfriendscoming in and warn them away.”
“You got it.” She leaned in and gave him a sniff.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing. You smell…different.”
“How?”
She shrugged. “Still like you, which is how I found you, but different. Less sad.”
What an odd thing to say. He gave her his number and instructed them to call with an update in one hour.
He was about to head to his car when a thought hit him. The woman in that trailer.
“Did you notice her shirt?” Damien asked his beast.
It was missing blood. Shirts always look better with red splatters.
