Warehouse

It was raining again. It was always raining these days it seemed. And it wasn't just the rain, it was the wind too. Why did he always have to meet with us on nights like this? And why in the Warehouse District? Doesn't he know that's where they expect you to have these kind of meetings? He's so damn cliche.

I really shouldn't complain though. He's been feeding us excellent intel ever since he turn on his Master. Not that we've actually been able to do much good with it. How is this Wizard, or whatever his name is, always able to stay one step ahead of us. I mean don't we have inside information? Or are we...

"Joe!" Damn that was Al. I must have been lost in my thoughts again.

"Yeah, um what?"

"Where you planning on walking all night? We're here."

Damn. I was lost in there again. So much so that I almost walked right past the meeting place. It was much like all the others. Our informant had a hard on for run down buildings. Abandoned factories. Empty warehouses. There was something different tonight though. Something I just couldn't quite put my finger on.

Walking inside I can see at least half a dozen spots where an ambush could be waiting. I mention this and the odd feeling I have to Al. He says it's just my paranoia, but that he'll stay alert anyway. That's the mark of a good partner. If I'm uneasy about something I know Al's got my back.

"Did you bring the stuff?" How the Hell does he do that? This guy just appeared out of nowhere. I could have sworn the spot he's now standing in was empty no more than a second ago.

"Yeah we got 'em," replies Al. "What'd you bring us?"

"Toss the goods over here and I'll show you." Wait, what. He never ran things like that before.

"Al, something's definitely wrong here."

"I think you're right. We should..." Why did he stop talking mid-sentence. As I turn my head toward my partner I can see why. He no longer has one. A head that is.

"You were trying to bring down the Boss." That voice. "We can't have that." Where have I heard that voice? "We already took care of the traitor." No it can't be. "Now it's time to take out the rest of the trash." Monkey Man.

We've been made. They got to our informant. They killed my partner. It's time for me to get the Hell out of here. But I'm too slow. As I turn around to make my escape I find out first hand just how my partner died. The pain in my chest is enough to draw my attention down to where a sword is sticking out. So this is how I'm going to die. In a nameless warehouse. Killed by a cat bitch with a fucking sword.

Prologue

As I walk into the room I notice things appear much as they always do. In the center of the room sits a large table, made of mahogany I believe. It's very old as well. Once belonged to Prince Hadjabooti, if I'm not mistaken. Around said table are six chairs, only two of which are in use, despite there being four people in the room already.

Sitting at the head of the table like he owns the place is Devil Dude. He of course is nothing more than a lackey, but I let him have his delusions. Well as long as he continues to get results anyway.

To his left facing away from the table and everyone else for that matter sits the lovely, but totally insane Hannah. I keep her around simply for the amusement factor. That and she gets even better results than Devil Dude.

Standing off in a corner, as she is known to do, waits Miss Neko. She is by far the most effective of my operatives. A quick glance is all it takes for me to know that she is ready to obey any command I give her. That includes killing anyone in the room if need be.

Then of course there is Monkey Man. He sits on the edge of the table as always. I not even sure he knows what a chair is for. Presently he's using one as a foot stool. He's also distracted by the hand-held device he's playing with. So much so that he doesn't notice me until I smack the back of his head and remove the chair from under his feet.

“Ow! What was that for?” He asks while rubbing the back of his head with his hand. Momentarily taking his attention from the device.

“I felt like it,” I say. He says something under his breath that I don't quite catch. Judging by the quick snarl of Neko, I take it she does though. “Now that I have your undivided attention.” Monkey Man has started playing with the hand-held again. I take it away as I speak. “It would appear that I have a job for you.”

“Oh yeah?” That was Devil Dude this time. “I only have two questions. What and when?”

“If you let me finish, I'll tell you. The Eggheads in the Science Department have need of some rare materials. I need you to acquire these and get back here as soon as possible.” I start handing out individual assignments. “Good news is everything we need is in one place. Bad news, it's a heavily guarded Government facility.

“Three items are all that's required. They are in three different rooms on two separate levels. Monkey Man, Devil Dude, you get the two on level five. Here and here.” I point them out on the blueprints.

“Neko, Hannah.”

“I like the pretty pictures.” Piped in Hannah. Who knows what goes on in that insane head of hers.

“Yes, well, you two will be handling the big score on the third level.”

“Wait. How come they only have to get the one thing and we have to get two?” Asked Monkey Man. Always with the questions that one.

“Because, you two are likely too break what's on level three. And we really need that item. The other two we can make do with out. Get the picture?” I don't wait for a response. “Good. Now get going.”

-Later that day-

“You did what!” I yell into the com. All chatter in the com room suddenly stops as I quickly stand up, knocking my chair over in the process. It's a nice chair too. Leather, and Corinthian at that. We got it from an old Chrysler Imperial. Or was that a Cordoba? I forget. Anyway, Monkey Man has succeeded in fouling up the whole damn mission. Again.

“Yeah, um, sorry boss. I kinda set off the security system.”

“How in the... Oh, never mind, I don't want to know. Just get the items and get out. Oh and try not to mess anything else up.”

“Right Boss. I'll try.”

I let out a long sigh. “That's the best that I can ask for.” And it is. I can't even expect them to arrive with all three items intact. I'll be happy if just one is usable by time they get back.

As luck would have they made it back with all three items in seemingly fully operable condition. To say I was surprised is a understatement of epic proportions.

“Here you go Boss.” Monkey Man said as he laid all three items on the table. “All items as requested. And not broken either.”

“Well that remains to be seen.” I replied. Turning to Neko I said, “Take these down to the lab for me. Make sure no one else touches them.”

Neko took the items from me, turned, and left without so much as a word. She's like that. Not much for words, she lets her actions speak for her. It's no wonder she's my favorite.

Turning back to the others I said, “Now the rest of you go get some sleep. We have another big day tomorrow.”

They leave without much of a fuss. Except for Hannah who skips off singing something about living in cars.

Mission

I've started this blog as an outlet for my creativity. I'll update it as I write new material. Hopefully it won't be too long between episodes. I don't know what form each installment will take. The first is a short, short story. The original basis for this was in the form a blog I had a few years ago.

The character's of The Wizard and Miss Neko are based on ones from another story I started a few years ago. I never really finished that so I consider it to have evolved into this saga. Monkey Man comes from a song a wrote in high school. He was Monkey Boy then, but since it's been almost 15 years, he's grown up a bit. Hannah I imagine as a mix of Drusilla from Buffy and Gir from Invader Zim. As for Devil Dude, well he's the least thought out character so far. Basically nothing more than a name and an image really.