Excerpt: Equilibrium

Whatever. “Rebecca. Clarice. Dawnson. Chippendale.” He enunciated every syllable. “You are proving to be a very big nuisance.” The girl looked up, still scared about being in a foreign place where she didn’t know anyone. She obviously had mixed feelings about the situation (A perfect split if her profile was anything like her in real life.) She seemed to be painfully shy and frightened and this annoyed him greatly seeing as she would be taking up a large portion of his personal time lately for a long time.

She looked evenly at him, and slowly wiped the tears from her face, face firming in resolve. What she asked next was surprising. “Do you have a business card?” She asked carefully. He didn’t know what that had to do with the situation. “Yes, but I don’t see why it matters.”
“Hand me one.” It was a firm tone, a direct order and a little surprised at being talked too like that, he actually did. She scanned it for a moment before looking up, clearing her throat, looking him straight in the eye and saying: “Samhain Atan, Patron Saint of Hell; I fully intend to be a pain in your ass until you explain whats going on.” At his surprised look, she added: “NOW.”