Last time, our man Bull Mayday had just seen his nemesis' head blown off by his new gal Mary Myers. Now that his adversary is gone, and he's got the loot, will he quit his life of crime? And will his 3-legged dog Marv ever get dinner?
Well, like I said at the beginning of this story, I wouldn't have chosen a life of crime for myself. But I didn't really have to. It chose me.
As Mary and I sat on the porch of my sister's cabin, along the southern edge of Jaidour where things stay a bit more rural, the sun flashed bright red to signal preparation for its daily trip under the horizon. We had ditched our loot under a rock in a cave earlier that day, just in case anyone showed up looking for it, and so now we had time to breathe, and think.
"So, how's it feel?" Mary asked me. "To be a real criminal now, to be hiding out?"
"Well, the stash of loot feels good, that's for sure," I told her. "Especially once we get it out from that cave. But as for my criminality... I'm thinking it was just a one-time deal."
"Really? You think you can get away that easy?" Mary asked me, laughing as she sucked down an ice-cold beer in two gulps. "It's not like that, Bull. You've got a name in the criminal underground now. And all those folks you met, that were supposed to be part of the plan, they're going to come looking for us and for that dough."
"Oh," I said, my shoulders falling down the back of my rocking chair. "Hadn't thought of that."
"Well you should have," Mary said. "If we're going to be a team now, you're going to have to be a lot quicker, see?"
"Oh, of course," I said, as I knocked over my bottle of beer. While I could work to be quicker, I could never be any less clumsy. That's what Marv is for. He hopped over and started to suck up the beer like a wiry little vacuum.
"He's kind of a funny little dog, Marv," Mary said.
"Watch it," I told her. "That's my best friend in the world there you're talking about."
"Hey, I understand," Mary told me. "I love dogs. In fact, before we split town, we'll have to pick up mine."
"You've got a dog, too?" I asked. "What kind?"
"Snarlingwulf," she answered. "Named Bites." Of course she had a snarlingwulf. Named Bites.
"Well. Little Marv and Bites monster are going to make a pretty silly pair, don't you think?" I asked.
"Kinda like you and me?" Mary said, cracking open another beer. I mean, she was right. Mary Myers was an absolute knock-out. A ten out of five. And me? I was a bony little magazine editor. But hell, I would never have imagined I'd be able to harpoon my way out into an airship and stick it up, either, so maybe hooking up with a bombshell wasn't outside of my capability either. Who'd have known, two weeks ago, that I had it in me? Maybe Marv. He's a pretty keen pup.
"Sure," I said, trying to sound tough. Maybe if I played the part long enough, I'd become it. The power of practice, right? Though, one time I tried to start running, and that didn't last very long. Didn't pay as well, either. So maybe I'd have a chance this time. "What's that about leaving town, by the way?" I asked, realizing what Mary had said a while back.
"We're going to have to lay low, for a while. Let the police simmer down, let Mary the Malcontent and Benny Two-Tone get wrapped up in something else."
"Oh," I said. "Of course. Where will we go?"
"Where've you always wanted to?" Mary asked, with that sex-kitten look that always drove me wild.
"Well... I've always wanted to go to the Virvi," I answered.
"Tropical drinks and raw fish?" Mary asked. "Sounds good to me!"
We didn't do too much more talking the rest of that afternoon, believe me, though there were indeed many heated exchanges. That Mary Myers, I tell ya... What a gal. She could have been the one. Still might be, if I could ever trust her again.
Why can't I, you ask? Well, that's a story for another time. And the guards are calling for us. Time for dinner. As long as you're my cell mate, we'll have plenty of time for stories, won't we?
THE END... FOR NOW!