He clenched his fists around the steering wheel, trying to focus on the road instead of the same Sebastian Jericho song he had now heard a total of five times since he left.
“I hate that guy,” he muttered, barely audible over the loud roar of the engine, yet loud enough that the woman in the passenger seat gave him a look.
“In his defense,” she said, “You’re not exactly his target demographic.”
“Yeah well I’m pretty sure he’s mine,” Cam shot back, his voice a little more agitated than he would have liked. The long drive seemed to be getting to him, and the fact that it was nearing three in the morning wasn’t helping.
The woman groaned, “Oh please, you cannot seriously believe that Sebastian Jericho, of all people, is something other than human.”
“Why not? Sharla I’m a hunter, I kill supernatural things for something that could possibly be considered a living. And in that business, you trust your instincts, or you get killed. And my instincts tell me that guy is not on the human level.”
Sharla rolled her eyes, “Yeah right, you’ve never even seen the guy; how the hell could you possibly know that?”
“Who says I haven’t seen him? I went to one of his concerts to check him out.”
Cam could feel her eyes staring a hole through him, like she was studying him, until finally she burst out laughing.
“What?” He asked, fighting the embarrassment he was beginning to feel. “It was a legitimate recon-op.”
She stopped laughing and looked at him again. “Oh god, you’re serious aren’t you.” And then she burst out laughing again, harder this time, by his estimate.
“I fail to see what’s so funny...” he grumbled, the embarrassment in full force now, though he didn't mind. She was the only one who could make him feel like that anyway.
Sharla bit back her laughter, wiping tears from her eyes before speaking. “Oh nothing’s funny, except I’m picturing you, a six foot monster with no hair, an eye patch, and scars all over you, standing in a crowd that consists of nothing but pre teen girls and boys who stole their sister’s leather pants and eye liner. I mean how the hell did nobody think you were some sort of pervert and call the cops?”
Cam was silent for a while. “Security kicked me out,” he finally said.
“Security...” she said, and then burst out laughing again.
“Wow, almost made it through a whole sentence without laughing at me,” he said, a grin spreading across his features, albeit one he could not help. He would never admit it, but he liked hearing her laugh, even if it was at him.
Finally, she seemed to calm down, although an occasional chuckle escaped her lips every now and again, and it wasn’t until they could see the city lights on the horizon that the mood changed.
“So that’s it huh?” She asked. “The place where we’re setting up shop?”
Cam nodded. “From what I’ve heard, there’s more than enough creepy crawlies here to keep us going for a long time.”
“Been a while since we actually stayed in one place long enough to actually start an agency,” she said. “You haven’t gotten rusty have you?”
He met her grin with one of his own, “Please; besides while I’m out there killing baddies, you’ll finally have something to do. Answering phones, talking to clients, taking down notes. I bet you’re excited.”
“If you think all I’m gonna be doing is playing secretary you’ve got another thing coming," she scoffed at him. "You trained me way too well to not be right there beside you.”
He laughed and focused on the road again. Things were finally looking up for them.
“I’m still convinced Sebastian Jericho isn’t human...” he muttered, knowing full well Sharla would start laughing at him again.
She didn’t disappoint.
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excellent reading material while im working on the comic
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