Laughing, Mateo said, “If I’ve learned anything in this job, it’s to count on the fictional ideas that screw you over turning out to be true. Besides, the mask thinks it’s true.”
I stared at the blue mask on Mateo’s face, “Does it talk to you?”
Mateo shook his head but didn’t say anything more—probably because of the Syndicate L people in the room. What were we going to do with them?
Nodding, I said, “Got it. What are we going to do with these people?” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 24
“Right,” I thought back through what we’d been told. “So is everyone in Detroit’s Syndicate L a vampire now or just a few people at the top or something?”
“Don’t know,” Working Man said. “It’s definitely not everyone, but there are a lot. If I had to guess, it’s at least half of them—which is worse. The vampires can’t come in unless invited, but the regular humans just break down the door.” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 19
I sent the picture over to Mateo who watched it on the screen in his helmet.
Mateo deliberately looked away from the vampire. “That makes three different types of vampires. We’ve got proof there are more out there now, but I’d still like to take a trip around the block and see if I can get any hints about where they’re holed up.”
Still watching the head as it floated down the street, I asked, “What about the head?” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 18
I laughed, “Right.”
Then I pointed at his costume, “How in the world are you still clean?”
He shrugged, “Magic? The costume, sword, and mask all appear out of nowhere when I want them. They might as well be impossible to get dirty too.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Unsure if I could trust the universe to give us a break, I took a 360 degree look around myself. Nothing appeared to be moving around us or even in the air. If flying taught me anything, it taught me to think about the world in three dimensions. Continue reading Motor City Intern Part 17
With that, the meeting was over—mostly anyway. It’s not as we jumped up from our seats and ran to our bikes. As Mateo stood up, he asked, “Is our highest priority finding them for now? I’m asking because there’s going to be a wait before Athletica, you, or V8 can get here if we press the panic button.
“You know as well as I do that sometimes the situation will move too quickly for us to locate them and bring in help. We’ll have to save someone immediately or they’re done for. Do you want me to call Unity in if we need backup?” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 10
Mateo half sat on the table behind him. “Do you have a plan for using a holy igloo?”
I shook my head. “That was more of an illustration. A better use of that much holy water might be trapping a vampire in a house covered with holy ice. In the winter, it might hold them for a while. Mixing holy water into concrete might be an even better idea.”
Mateo opened his mouth without saying anything, half-closed it, and said, “That’s not a bad idea if we had enough holy water. You’ll want to hang on to your creativity, though, because we have a new development in the vampire case. Working Man and Athletica are in the conference room to talk about it.” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 9