| Firefight at Fang Noir (Pt. 1) |
[Sep. 21st, 2007|09:54 am] |
He checked his watch again. Three-fifty-six.
Fingers fidgeted in pockets, wrapped around the zippo lighter. Whistler needed to be careful or he'd light his pants on fire.
Liar, liar...
He'd be stone if he didn't admit he was nervous. Several players would momentarily converge on Fang Noir, storm the castle (so to speak) and take on a demon that killed him once already. Eight teflon drums of battery acid were interspersed at the four corners of the club, a ninth at the front door. He considered rigging them with a fireman's hose and a portable generator from Home Depot, but doubted the makeshift delivery system would hold up against the barrels' contents.
Whistler took one more lap around Fang Noir, and end up at the rear delivery doors. He leaned back against the raised deck, pushed his hat down over his eyes and lit up a smoke.
If he could narrow it down to one god for the occasion, he'd even consider saying a prayer.
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