Chapter 4
"You're trucks are ready?"
"Yes sir."
"Only the creations I indicated in your letter?"
"Yes sir."
Wolf
appreciated Legion's eagerness, but at times it was too much. Legion
did not want to start the apocalypse with small towns. He wanted to use
Driftwoods Necrosis Bombs on huge cities like San Francisco and New York
City. He didn't understand the value of making the population fear
their presence. All he cared about was death (who also happened to be
his best friend; Death with a capital D).
Wolf was hoping Legion was
being true to his word. Tiny numbers of Driftwoods' abominations were
to be sent to accompany the Bloodthieves. Any more than Wolf's
instructed number would compromise all their plans. There had to be
enough to make the citizens wonder, but few enough so they wouldn't be
seen all that often. Of course the police force wouldn't believe the
citizens when they said monsters had broken into their home. There would
be so few there would be little to no evidence, so they would be simply
written off as mistaking an identity of a rabid animal.
"Then send them out."
"Yes sir." Legion took a large radio out of his pocket.
"Go."
***
This
was possibly going to be the best money Monica had ever made. Out of
all the housekeepers the Denario's had at their disposal, they had
chosen Monica.
She would certainly do a good job (of course she never
did badly. She was one of the highest rated housekeepers online, and
proud of it). She had to prove to them that she was worth keeping for as
long as they needed (hopefully a long time). She needed this money for
her family.
It was up to Monica to bring income to her family. With
two young siblings, her frail mother and father, and even more delicate
grandmother living in one house, she had it rough keeping up with the
expenses. They had no electricity, and thus light around the home was
provided by small candles scattered about the house. Fortunately they
still had running water, which was a blessing to the family, and to
Monica. She didn't need to worry about work and getting water for her family, or cleaning the water for that matter.
The
Denario's were probably the richest people living in Corona Rojo at the
moment. They owned a huge, magnificent house at the top of what the
locals called "chapitel rocosa", the Rocky Spire, that looked out upon
the whole town.
Some of the locals also like to say the place was
cursed, that the place the mansion was built on the mountain used to be
an Indian burial ground.
The rest of her family believed this, but
Monica did not. She didn't have time to be scared by ghost stories and
hocus-pocus. She had to take care of her family. They had warned her not
to take the job, but she persisted. The Denario's had promised a
wonderful amount of money for a Monday to Friday job, and she took it
immediately. The money she would earn would be more than enough to keep
her family well fed, clean, and maybe even get back their electricity.
***
Dirga
smirked at the appearance of the town as the plane descended. There was
hardly any colour to it; the houses, the trees, the grass, even the
roads were either brown or a light tan.
The place just looked dirty.
Dirga, about to be 'Anita' among the pesky humans of Corona Rojo, was
not thrilled to be here. No doubt the people that lived there were dirty
as well. She may be a bloodthirsty creature, but certainly she could
sink her teeth into some cleaner morsels than what obviously lived
around here.
As the plane set down in flatlands just outside the
small town, the engines kicked up a dust storm probably not uncommon to
the area.
Reluctant to leave the air-conditioned cleanliness of the
jet, she took her time unbuckling herself, getting out of the seat, and
making her way to the door.
The pilot watched her leave happily.
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