Wednesday, September 10, 2014

The Cabbie and the Cop – 30

The aroma of coffee greeted Simeon when he entered the kitchen. Wrinkling his nose in obvious disgust he went to the refrigerator, taking out his breakfast.

Vergil watched in fascination as Simeon’s fangs dropped and he bit into the bag. “Is that always the way you eat?”

Simeon nodded, waiting until he’d emptied the bag and disposed of it before replying. “I feel more civilized doing it this way rather than lurking in alleys waiting for my prey to appear.”

“I suspect Calaul thinks otherwise.”

“Indeed he does. He lives for the thrill of the hunt, whether it’s for dinner or to find and kill his target.”  

Vergil took another drink of coffee before asking, “Since he knows you, is there any chance he also knows you’re here?”

“Possibly but I doubt it. He’d probably make it a point to find me if he did, just to prove he’s still alive.”

“Meaning you tried to kill him at one point?”

“Twice actually. The first time was when he came after my friend. You know how that ended up,” Simeon said wryly. “I ran into him about a century after that, quite by accident. That time I almost succeeded but he’s a slippery bastard as well as a clever one. He managed to escape and it was the last time I saw him.”

“This time he won’t escape.”

“If we plan well, no he won’t.”

Vergil jumped to his feet. “Then let’s get to it. Do you have a computer?”

“I do.” Simeon chuckled. “Going to Google him?”

“If I thought it would do any good I might,” Vergil admitted. “But actually I just find it’s easier to lay everything out in a document rather than on paper. It’s easier to see the points that might or might not work and alter them accordingly.”

Simeon led him into his office, smiling when Vergil immediately gravitated to the desk which held his state-of-the-art computer, without a glance around to see what else was there. Not that there was much to interest anyone. The room had been created as an office and served its function well, holding only a few file cabinets and one large set of bookshelves.

“Password?” Vergil glanced at Simeon.

Leaning over his shoulder, Simeon typed it in and the desktop screen appeared.


  1. Here we go! Can't wait to see what they come up with!

    1. Maybe they'll just run and hide away together. *G*

  2. That would so cool! Then they would get to the you know what! :)