{"id":92,"date":"2016-08-19T12:58:45","date_gmt":"2016-08-19T12:58:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/montyake.pirat.uk\/?p=92"},"modified":"2017-12-12T18:16:55","modified_gmt":"2017-12-12T18:16:55","slug":"joe-chicago-in-the-angels-brothel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/montyake.pirat.uk\/?p=92","title":{"rendered":"Joe Chicago in the Angel’s Brothel"},"content":{"rendered":"

I was overjoyed when given the task to write up to 500 words that connect to the words Flight<\/em>, Angel<\/em> and Tentacle<\/em>. This small excercise conjured the memory of a pulp sci fi detective chapter I’d written a couple of years back (Joe Chicago and the Case of the Fallen Angel – https:\/\/montyake.pirat.uk\/?p=47<\/a>), and made me keen to dive back in.<\/p>\n

The word limit was a little stunting, as originally I hit around 900 words, and had to trim some of the action within the brothel (shame, I know), but this is definitely a chapter that I will update and expand in the future.<\/p>\n

So now, back to Detroit of 2089; the seedy futuristic world of Joe Chacago, PI…<\/p>\n

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The handle on the entrance was a decorative wing.<\/p>\n

Cute<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome to Flight – a Heaven on Earth<\/em>!\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe pointedly did not acknowledge the welcome wagon of tuxedoed heavies and perfumed girls, instead shouldering through them, over to the unmanned reception desk of the neon-sweet foyer. Eyes shooting up to clock a camera, he continued behind the barrier, intent on going through the access door marked \u2018Flight Personnel Only\u2019.<\/p>\n

Prob\u2019bly tore it off an airport bathroom.<\/em><\/p>\n

The crowd of employees jumped at Joe\u2019s course; the girls gasping audibly, and the fellers tripping over to the desk to stop him.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir, you can\u2019t go that way. Sir!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah? Why not? What\u2019s this way so special I can\u2019t see, huh?\u201d Joe made a grab for a handle, but his hand fell on nothing but door. A digital keypad glowed tauntingly just to the side.<\/p>\n

The tallest man reached the desk and landed a paw on Joe\u2019s shoulder, intent on turning him around. He was successful in his endeavour, as Joe swung on his heels and delivered a left-hook square to the lackey\u2019s jaw, knocking him down.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnybody else?\u201d Joe grunted to the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve damaged enough china, thank you, Officer Chicago.\u201d a familiar voice clipped from the personnel door. Joe turned back to see it wide open, the gaunt proprietor displayed in its frame as though he\u2019d been watching through it the whole time. Eyes everywhere.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s \u2018Inspector\u2019 Chicago, Francis.\u201d Joe insisted, unclenching his fist and correcting the front of his coat, \u201cWe need to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCertainly, Inspector<\/em>. I\u2019m all ears. But prior to politics, pleasure\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Francis turned and slinked into the private room, disappearing through the darkness. Joe gave the onlookers a final glance to make certain he wouldn\u2019t be impeded again, then followed.<\/p>\n

The foyer\u2019s flooding luminescence was cut suddenly off as the electronic door snapped shut behind him, leaving the room in absolute black. No sign of Francis. Nothing.<\/p>\n

Damn. Keep it together, old man.<\/em><\/p>\n

The benefit of the pitch surroundings was that Joe couldn\u2019t see how dizzy he was getting – no blurring lines, spinning lights or loud colours. Even without visual cue, his tired knees wavered a moment, sending him staggering just one step forward.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot looking so hot, Joe.\u201d carried Francis\u2019 voice from nowhere, \u201cTell me, what brings you to my sector? To my home, no less.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTootsy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh… The Angel of Antiquity.\u201d Joe winced at the moniker. \u201cSorry, Joe, she was a no-show last night. My Cherubim and Seraphim have seen neither head nor\u2026 tail\u2026 of her since.\u201d<\/p>\n

Something heavy slid from atop Joe\u2019s boot, as though it had been resting there a while.<\/p>\n

The hell?<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cBut why waste all this ink on yesterday\u2019s news? Tootsy\u2019s not drawn crowds for a long time now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat why you k-?\u201d There it was again, now sliding wetly down off the back of his calf, though Joe hadn\u2019t noticed it land.<\/p>\n

\u201cInssssss<\/em>pector Chicago, it is my pleasure to introduce you to our newest thrill<\/em> – the Almighty Hafgufa!\u201d<\/p>\n

Haf-<\/em><\/p>\n

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