<meta name="LineWrap" content="true"><TITLE>SR_Bk1 0041</TITLE><A HREF="SR_Bk1-0042.txt">Next (Page 42)</A><BR> "And go home."<P><P>"Huh?" Tapha asked.<P><P>"I said get out!" Grant boomed, and the girls got moving. <P><P>"What's happening?" Joy said, crying.<P><P>"I don't wanna go home! I hate it there!" Tapha whined.<P><P>Grant stood up, letting the sheets drop off of him.<P><P>"These matters are beyond your capacities to grasp," he said, rage boiling within him, though he wasn't quite sure why. And, walking towards the bathroom, he said, "If you're not both gone by the time I come out, well--"<P><P>Grant paused, putting an evil expression on his face and taking a step forward.<P><P>"You'll find out who's next!" he boomed.<P><P>The girls panicked and redoubled their effort to find all their clothes. Satisfied, Grant went into the bathroom and shut the door.<P><P>"What the fuck is going on?" Tapha asked Joy.<P><P>"I don't know," Joy said, finally locating her undergarments. "But I don't plan to stick around to find out."<P><P>"The two continued scrambling, but then Joy stopped.<P><P>"Tapha--I have an idea. Get anything you can--we can sell it to people. Just think--his clothes--his towels--the sheets we fucked around in--you know there's gotta be some sicko willing to pay big bucks for stuff like that."<P><P>"Okay," Tapha said. "But not his clothes--he'll really kill us then."<P><P>"Yeah alright--but everything else--c'mon!"<P><P>Grant finished his brief shower and stepped back into the room. Indeed the girls were gone--along with all the sheets, pillowcases, drinking glasses, and the like.<P><P>"Bitches," Grant muttered, thankful his clothes were still there.<P><P>Just as he was getting finished dressing, the phone rang. His heart raced wildly and adrenaline surged. The phone rang again. He picked it up.<P><P>"Yeah?"<P><P>"Hi," a male voice said. "I'm an associate of Supple Jake."<P><P>"Yes?"<P><P>"Is this Granticaine Perion?"<P><P>"Speaking."<P><P>"I assume you've recovered from your little journey?"<P><P>"I'm fine--but I'd appreciate it if you'd get to the point. What the hell happened and who in the hell are you people?"<P><P>"We are an organization which is interested in hiring you, and I'd like to personally set up a meeting. Beyond that, I can't tell you much else."<P><P>Grant sighed.<P><P>"Fine, let's meet."<P><P>"It will be in a public place, of course."<P><P>"My personal safety is the least of my concerns. I was in some other world before--nothing like that has ever happened to me."<P><P>"I understand your position, Captain Perion, but believe me, once you've had a chance to hear my offer, everything will become clear. And I think you might like it. A lot."<P><P>"That would be great."<P><P>"So--we can be in Haybelcord in--uh--I guess if we take the train we can be there in about--ten or eleven hours. That'd make it..."<P><P>"Around 2:00 or 3:00 AM. I'll see you at three at the Thing Ping at Lianthene Station. They're open 24 hours," Grant said. "Does that sound good?"<P><P>"There won't be many people around. Are you sure you're comfortable with that?"<P><P>"There'll be people around. There are always people around me now that I'm famous."<P><P>"Good point. And we may be able to help you with that problem."<P><P>"How--by making me unfamous?"<P><P>"Something like that."<P><P>"Whatever. One thing though--do you know the color of the--uh--oh never mind."<P><P>"What?"<P><P>"Nothing. What's your name, by the way?"<P><P>"Oh sorry. It's Letevs Fife."<P><P>"How will I know you?"<P><P>"Jake will be with me--I think."<P><P>"If she's not, I'm sure you'll recognize me. Everyone does."<P><P>"I will. So I have to leave now if I'm to get there on time."<P><P>"Okay."<P><P>"I hope this is the beginning of a good relationship."<P><P>"Me too."<P><P>"Alright then, see you at three."<P><P>"Goodbye," Grant said.<P><P>Granticaine was restless waiting for 3:00 AM to arrive. He didn't have real freedom to move around, since it was almost impossible to disguise his huge form.<BR><A HREF="SR_Bk1-0042.txt">Next (Page 42)</A>