Misty Menaces
There had been an odd hum in the ether you now realize. Its gone. And the night seems a bit colder and darker.
You slip up toward him, hiding behind small trees.
You hear some of his words, and you hear his surface thoughts.
:Boss, yeah, its Deck, yeah, Deck. Doesn't remember does he? Anyways Boss, I heard about the sticking. Yeah, I'm alone. you think I'm stupid? He thinks I'm stupid. Snot you boss. Yeah, I left the bar a bit later, went to ask what was going down. It is in my territory after all. You idiot...how dare he talk to me that way. I was cool. YOu think I don't sound cool, well boss I'm the king of cool and you're the king of dorks. Yes, boss, of course, I'll wait Yeah, I'm at the payphone on the Wallace Dead End. Hah, dead end. Got a body buried in the crete. Hah. No I won't leave. I know you think I'm done but one day old guy, one day.:
Its a confused mix of what he said, what he thought, and him repeating in his mind some of what his boss said to him.
He hangs up, and curzes. Some of the curses stand out as odd...'By Hecate's tangled hairs' and 'To Hades with the lot of them', and 'Loki give me strength to send these dimwits to hang on the tree, maybe then they'd realize how valuable I am.' There's also more traditionally Christian and simply vulgar cursing.
The street seems to have darkened.