Quoth the Raven Nevermore

'three days, bird. don't wait for me more than that. go home and i'll find you. unless i'm dead. then dad will probably come get you.'
the boss' girl said that a while back.

worked for me. the desert sucks.
not much to eat.
no shade.
and once the fab five went into the hotel no company either.

day one;
watched from a palm while our girl went in with irish and knuckles. deputy and viking were checking a white van. the kind from the order place. looks like a rape wagon.
they took off running, guns drawn.
laurel, probably. she is trouble, walking.

saw irish later that night.
flying.
dude can fly.
little weird.
asked if i'd seen anything interesting.
not a damn thing.

day two;
more of nothing.
moving vans.
weird.
no word from the crew.

day three;
waited til night.
no laurel. no deputy. no gunnar. none of the others.
fuck this.
went home.

think i freaked the kids out a little, flying in solo like that.
norse jr was all like, yeah they're dead.
told him to piss off, our girl's too stubborn to just up and die like that.
and if she did she'd just climb her ass right back outta hell just to come back and annoy us some more.
and bring the others back with her, just to have someone to talk to on the walk back.

think that might have actually calmed the little sister down some. she's impressive, managing all of the rugrats. i tried to help out.
not much else to do, since i'm waiting.
i don't get homework.
angles and crap, what use do these kids have for math.
i'd watch the ghost kid... but i can't see the ghost kid.

guess i'll spend a lot of time with the little sister.