MR: Ok, ok! {To Cal} Club Pain retaliating now? Took them long enough. Isn't there some kind of statute of limitations for a little harmless torture? {Thinking back} He he. That was funny though, wasn't it?

CL: We need your help.

MR: Help Heresy? You know, I'm still sore about him switching my teeth with Wight's the last time I went in to get them cleaned. I'm still picking the dirt out of my mouth.

CL: You must help us free Heresy. Michael, you're our only hope!

MR: Gee, I'm touched.

GC: She was exaggerating High Priest.

MR: Ouch. Cut out my heart, why don't you?

GC: {Takes out her knife} If you insist.

MR: Figure of speech! Figure of speech!

GC: Oh. (Dis-a-ppointed!) {Puts away knife} So are you going to help her?

MR: Yeah, what the Tartarus. But we do this my way, I'm in charge.

CL: What! I'm the High Priestess!

MR: I'm the High Priest.

CL: Only because I recommended you!

GC: High Priestess! Behave!

CL: *Grr

GC: The Hight Priestess has no problem with you being in charge of this little mission.

MR: Good. First, we'll need a couple of cannon fodder. And I know just the two. They're in jail though, so we'll have to break them out.

GC: {Grinning} This sounds interesting already.

MR: Go on ahead, I'll be right out.

The Goddess and Cal step outside.

Red Shirt (RS): {Walks up to Michael, holding a pistola} Sooo, Rudee, Boss be lookin' for yuuu. Big price on yuur head. Luckee I find yuu first.

MR: Just the guy I'm looking for. Listen, tell your Boss I'll have the money soon. I just got a big job.

RS: {Sits down, still pointing gun at Michael} Mebbe yuu doo. But I don' forget that yuu lie last time. Mebbe yuu give me the monee and I let you go. Mebbe.

MR: Like I said, I don't have the money right here. Soon.

RS: Soon not good enuf! This go bad for yuu.

A shot rings out and the Red Shirt slumps over.

MR: {Gets up, showing his smoking pistol from under the table} Here Kari, that should cover the mess. {Tosses Kari some dinars as he strides out the door.}

[End Part 24]