tickets for a closer examination. I bit my lower lip and tightened my fists. This had only the slightest chance of working. DJ’s head was spinning back and forth as she looked from me and up to the big figure investigating the little papers.
With a disappointed snort he handed me back the tickets.
I heaved out a huge, relived sigh. I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath until just then. Then someone moaned and I heard a clatter of metal. I saw one of the armor clads dragging itself away down the street. The armor was leaking some kind of oily fluid and the body inside was leaking green blood from a missing arm.
“Hey,” I said, pointing at the fleeing figure. “That guy doesn’t have a ticket.”
The minotaur reared his head back, bellowed, and charged. “Oh no!” the armor clad said in a non-amplified, hissing voice, and limped away faster. The minotaur hit him in what sounded like a car crash and sent him flying through the air.
“Come on,” DJ said, pleading to me with her eyes.
“Hold on,” I said. I ran into the street and kicked over a dented breastplate. I picked three green discs off the ground, shoved them in my pocket, and then looked up. DJ was already a half a block away. She waved me on with both hands. “Come on, Jazz, let’s get out of here.”
As she spoke I felt all my body hair stand on end and felt an electric tingle though the souls of my feet. Before my eyes every piece of armor, large and small, was sucked into little, individual portals. I had to move my foot to keep from loosing a toe inside a portal that opened to retrieve what looked like a finger casing. I snagged one of the business cards that Parry, my secretary, was always nagging me to carry and dropped it on a shin-plate right before it was sucked away. Snorting and roaring, the minotaur amused himself by continually ramming the armor suit further up the road, then it too vanished.
I tuned and ran after DJ, happy to put Gladstone behind me.
..to be continued.
-Next Time-
Despite her best efforts, Jazz is still very much alive. But she’s facing multiple warrants, she’s homeless, she’s eliminated most of her enemies and the latter is making her really depressed. With nowhere else to turn, Jazz and her loyal followers hide themselves away in Uncle’s underground submarine. Just when she thinks she might die of boredom, Ship arrives home, but he’s missing something, namely that demon soul Jazz always found so annoying. So why is she missing it? What happened to Ship? Who happened to Ship? Before Jazz can answer these questions, she going to have to answer the door and it’s not the welcoming committee come knocking.
Jazz, Monster Collector: Episode 17, Broken
Watch for it Jazz-Fan
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