Paige must have been in one hell of a hurry! She left without saying goodbye. Priest smirked sarcastically at the thought, though of course to everyone else he was just being himself.
"I think we've chiseled out the details here. There's just a few last arrangements to be made. God willing, I may be able to offer us a good solution to relocating the children. You may think that most Christians with the vanity to preach on public talk shows would be completely nuts. And you would definitely be right!" He chuckles a little at the memories.
"There are exceptions though. I have some contacts that are legitimately selfless people I will get a hold of and I'll be able to procure transport for them out of the compound." Priest startled rifling through a strangely deep coat pocket. He grinned as he pulled out a basic cell phone.
"There I'll add it to my to do list. All that aside -- don't expect me to make a personal appearance in this gig. There's a certain kind of madness that comes with messing with children. I'd prefer avoiding contact with these enemies but you can count on my support from outside." Priest let loose a contagious yawn.
"I'll be in my room for a nap. Knock on the door if you need me." He lied. The ex-con man had some other things to do in his room. Priest went up the stairs to his mostly empty room. He pulled a chunk of pink road chalk out of his jacket and smiled absently. With it he drew a sigil against the door. It resembled an 'S' with two dots in the open spaces and hexagons on the ends. Stowing the chalk back in its place he placed his right palm spread inches away from it. He closed his eyes and focused his will into it. The room popped and the sound of the outside as well as the gathering downstairs vanished.
"Aah, the sound of silence." He muttered.
Fishing around in his pocket, Priest withdrew that phone again. Going through the contact list he stopped on a particular name. Jonny T. He sent a message.
Hey, Killer. I don't know if Blaque wants this guy dead or not but I do. Eustace Vancouver is only the tip of the iceberg in this operation. That doesn't matter much to me, what does is the fact that he is heading it. I may be short on morals but this guy disgusts me like no one else. Kill him. I don't care or even need to know how. Just do it and I'll owe you a favor. Money, a job, a free session, whatever. I'm good for a favor, count on it. Priest paused before hitting send. Thinking better of it he added on,
if you can't get him then go to his room and get some of his belongings. I'll make sure the sick bastard won't stay hidden. Priest finalized by adding Gil's name to the list and hit send.
"That ought to get someone moving." He spoke to himself.
Next he brought up Paige's name which on his phone was just P. Girl. He set it to send a voicemail and started acting, putting on his best European accent.
"Zis iz Rolf Lindwitz from ze Goldman and Sons. Ve are informink you that your loan has been rejected. All ve need is for you to come to down town and ve shall get you ready to fix it up. I shall be at Current and Future Consultations for ze day. Thank you miss." Priest hit send and laid back in his reclining chair.
"Too bad you forgot about old Priest, girl. I have an agenda too y'know!" He sighed. It was just about time for the city's big players to start feeling threatened, a few pointers here and there and they'd start killing each other over disputes instead of smashing the little guy. Course it could backfire but it was worth a shot.
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