Who: Andy and John Where: Somewhere in Manhattan Why: John has finally arrived, Andy discovers him When: 2pm in the afternoon. Rated: TBD
Well at least he had his health, and the love of the Lord.
It was cold, but he was prepared for that. He was from Boston after all. New York didn’t know what a cold wintery weather WAS…this city was now, even more than ever, the city of evil. A true Necropolis. As he weaved in between cars, he kept mind of the surroundings…the brisk wind tended to muffle local movement but sounds tend to bounce off cars. It was a trade off. Plus, he was in the middle of a very important conversation.
“Yes…but don’t you suppose he would question me anyway? He doesn’t know me!”
John’s head turned to the side and up, like he was trying to remember a song…He stopped walking. The wind swirled around him, inspecting his parka and finding it tough to break.
“Fine. It’s your party…you know how I feel about this. No I haven’t forgotten. Why do you always bring that up? What else do I have to do? I am SORRY I waited for the girl! You were right…I spare the cat nothing by cutting off its tail an inch at a time…”
His thought was cut short by the sound…the sound of someone…shift of runner sole on gritty pavement. The kick of a small rock across the surface of the road, bik bik bikbikbik. John crouched behind a chevy cavalier (the bumper sticker said “Oof Da”) and drew his gun. He blessed himself, and kissed the cross of St. Bridget that hung around his neck. “ One more time, old man. Do it for the Lord. For the salvation of Men.”