working 5 till 9. pin the tail on the vorekey. Diary of an occult resolution assistant
I slipped out of the Jag and sprinted to the side of a van parked near where I saw the evil child killer scurry like a cockroach from shadow to shadow. There was a low wire fence leading out to a this year plated black Zafira looking remarkably like ours. I heard the door shut and the small engine not so much roar into life but meow as it pulled away.
I raced back to the Jag and kicked myself hard; in front of it and slapping a small self adhesive plastic bag to its windscreen. The look of self satisfaction on his fat pimply face was enormous and then he waived at me and blew a kiss. My only working knowledge of witchcraft was wards and protections and early on in my experiences find your soulmate and love spells; lucky for the warden I didn't know any boil in your own blood or explosive bowels spells or he wouldn't be looking a fraction as smug as he was. So instead I opted for good old plan B and gave him a right earful in my highest pitch voice possible. It washed over him, he pointed out the correct and legally displayed signage and walked on whistling towards a double parked Ford.
I stamped my foot in frustration and then again because it just didn't seem enough. I then jumped kicking both feet down and growled before ripping the bag off the car and attempting to rip it in half. Xanthic appeared behind me and took the small packet from my hands.
"Is this yours?" He called out with authority.
The warden turned and cheerily said back. "Not anymore mate."
Xanthic held the parking fine between finger and thumb in front of him and it burst into flame combusting in its entirety until not even an ash was left. Xanthic smiled as the ticket, to both my and the warden's astonishment, appeared back on his pad and completely blank. A row of small infernos, one each on the windscreen on each of the nurses cars until there was no ticket left and no damage either. The warden spasmed in alarm as his pad visibly swelled and then realised his camera had melted and his pen was........making it difficult to walk.
"No one touches my car." He got into it and I had to cram myself in the passenger side as he gunned the engine and roared away.
"The evil bitch that attacked me." I screamed at him a little too loud in my excitement. "In a black Zafira heading that way." I pointed through the rear of the Jag shaking my finger to indicate the direction.
"It's daylight, I guess she may try to run to the nest. How do you feel about following her?" He asked it like it was his idea so I slumped into my seat and decided it wasn't worth fighting.
"Yes, lets go and remove that bitch from the face of the Earth."
"Can't possibly do that, no harm should come to her, I just want to follow." His eyes were staring straight ahead as the Jag swerved against oncoming traffic to head off after the crying lady with a chorus of horns. "You meet her tomorrow night without a scratch, so logic dictates she must remain so until tomorrow at least."
Some times, if you have nothing positive to say its better not to say anything, so we spent the rest of the journey in silence.
I raced back to the Jag and kicked myself hard; in front of it and slapping a small self adhesive plastic bag to its windscreen. The look of self satisfaction on his fat pimply face was enormous and then he waived at me and blew a kiss. My only working knowledge of witchcraft was wards and protections and early on in my experiences find your soulmate and love spells; lucky for the warden I didn't know any boil in your own blood or explosive bowels spells or he wouldn't be looking a fraction as smug as he was. So instead I opted for good old plan B and gave him a right earful in my highest pitch voice possible. It washed over him, he pointed out the correct and legally displayed signage and walked on whistling towards a double parked Ford.
I stamped my foot in frustration and then again because it just didn't seem enough. I then jumped kicking both feet down and growled before ripping the bag off the car and attempting to rip it in half. Xanthic appeared behind me and took the small packet from my hands.
"Is this yours?" He called out with authority.
The warden turned and cheerily said back. "Not anymore mate."
Xanthic held the parking fine between finger and thumb in front of him and it burst into flame combusting in its entirety until not even an ash was left. Xanthic smiled as the ticket, to both my and the warden's astonishment, appeared back on his pad and completely blank. A row of small infernos, one each on the windscreen on each of the nurses cars until there was no ticket left and no damage either. The warden spasmed in alarm as his pad visibly swelled and then realised his camera had melted and his pen was........making it difficult to walk.
"No one touches my car." He got into it and I had to cram myself in the passenger side as he gunned the engine and roared away.
"The evil bitch that attacked me." I screamed at him a little too loud in my excitement. "In a black Zafira heading that way." I pointed through the rear of the Jag shaking my finger to indicate the direction.
"It's daylight, I guess she may try to run to the nest. How do you feel about following her?" He asked it like it was his idea so I slumped into my seat and decided it wasn't worth fighting.
"Yes, lets go and remove that bitch from the face of the Earth."
"Can't possibly do that, no harm should come to her, I just want to follow." His eyes were staring straight ahead as the Jag swerved against oncoming traffic to head off after the crying lady with a chorus of horns. "You meet her tomorrow night without a scratch, so logic dictates she must remain so until tomorrow at least."
Some times, if you have nothing positive to say its better not to say anything, so we spent the rest of the journey in silence.
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