”Hey, that was quick. Sure this comes handy in emergencies.” The wound on the top of Leroy’s head was fully closed, with no sign of it ever being there, aside from the blood staining his hair and his shirt. It looked worse than it actually was, taking only a small fraction of Joel’s concentrated energies to heal. Head wounds were bleeding much worse than usual, as the dwarf told you while you rejoined Miko on her bike.
Luckily, the troll’s aim was so bad they didn’t even hit the car too much, and the signs of a few fragments from a flechette shell scratching at the paintjob were lost among the marrings of the corrosive rain, so nobody took a second look at the vehicles while speeding on to the meet in Puyallup. At this time of the night, the place was already closed, its almost-clean windows barred by metal grilles. The big neon sign on top was still on, shouting from a distance that this was indeed Papa Joe’s Pizza, although some letters were long blown, and others cracked. Circling around, you saw an alley behind, with a van parked inside.
When you stopped at the entrance, the door of the van opened and Sam, one of Tweety’s troll guards got out. He greeted Miko with a wide smile. ”Hey girl, howzit? Boss said you did all right and have something for me.”
