“Come on, freak!” Lobo taunted. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
With that, he leaned forward and slapped the monster playfully on the side of its snout just as the waitress stepped in close behind him, raising her tray.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Journal #214
As I have noted, it took a while for my employer to determine that the casino his force was guarding was, indeed, under attack, much less who his adversaries were.
The opposition, on the other hand, as instigators of the attack, had no such difficulty, though they, in turn, were lacking hard information as to the exact nature and temperament of the force arrayed against them.
I find it particularly interesting, however, that some of the main problems encountered by both commanders throughout this campaign came from within, not without.
There was a loud knock along with a muffled call of “Housekeeping,” and Phule opened the door to admit his top sergeant, barely recognizable in her maid’s uniform.
“I can only be here a few minutes, Captain,” she declared hurriedly. “The story is I’m supposed to be checking to be sure the beds were made today, and if I take too long, the rest of the staff will start to wonder.”
“All right, Brandy, I’ll try to keep this brief,” Phule said tersely. “I assume you’ve heard about Super Gnat’s brawl?”
“It’s all over the hotel,” Brandy said, “though from what I hear, it wasn’t much of a fight.”
“Well, have you talked to her about it?”
“Just for a few minutes in passing,” the top sergeant said. “She seems to be all right. Why do you ask?”