Yeah, that got their attentions. Mostly in the form of a series of angry and confused looks and several grunts. Needless to say the work they were performing halted almost entirely while they all gawked at the pinko who just showed up and interrupted their illegal historical artifact smuggling. Better think of something quick brain, I got us into this mess, but you’ve got to get us out. Good luck and here’s hoping we survive.
“Yeah, I got a package here for Grog the Mac. Just need to get a signature.” Good one brain. I suppose now I was taking the guise of a FedEx delivery person. It had to be FedEx. Only a FedEx person would be both stupid and arrogant enough to try and deliver a package to an orc in a sewer while he was delivering ripped off mastodon skeletons. I’m telling you, when the FedEx guy delivers something to me I’m usually either covered in blood or halfway through a fun time with the wife, or both.
In about the time it took me to think all that, one of the greenies separates himself from the group and starts to cautiously makes his way toward me. The bosses bellow at their boys to get back to work. Everything starts to get moving again. I wait for Grog to hustle over to me, making sure to look somewhat impatient but still friendly. He gets to me and says something to the effect of. “Wutza package fo’ me?”
“Yes sir, the package is currently in holding in another dimension. Once I get proof of ID and your signature we’ll teleport it to you right away.” I say. He looks at me a little sideways.
“Do you have an ID card sir?” I ask, making sure to enunciate each word slowly. He nods and pulls out his wallet. He shows me his ID. It’s Grog alright.
“Thank you sir.” I say as I start to reach for my gun. Suddenly, cause it’s always suddenly and never subtly, the air crackles to life and two beings pop into existence with balls of swirling black electricity around them. It took me a split second to realize that it was Miley and her butler stepping out of the void and into the sewer. It took another second to realize that she wasn’t there to watch me execute the deal. She was there to get him before I did. And her being a witch and all, it only took a split second more before he was little more than a pile of green goo at my feet.
“Thanks for the help Bernie.” she said, as her and the troll stepped back into the void and disappeared from the sewer. I was left standing in front of a pile of goo that used to be an orc, with a full compliment of orc boys staring at me and wondering “What was that noise and why is Grog a pile of goo?”. Well brain, I think you’ve taken us as far as we can go here, it’s time for my legs and arms to take over. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted a damn witch.
