Killing Is My Business

by Michael Todd

  Katie liked the idea of being involved and evolving within the team. She knew eventually she would need to push forward. No matter how crazy her life was, how different it was for her than before, she would always aspire to be better. Katie had gotten pretty good at leading, and very good with weapons.

  This was an opportunity to put that to use, and she was already nodding before he could say anything else.

  “I figured you might be interested.” He pushed a folder to the side of his desk.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked. “I get to pick out shit that is sharp, explosive, and dangerous, and I get to be the first to handle it and test it? It’s like a damn dream come true.”

  “You’ve come a long way from college volleyball,” he noted.

  Katie shrugged. “If my coach could see me now, she’d probably say it was about damn time I got ferocious.”

  “We should put together some volleyball tournaments here at the compound. We can compete against each other.” Korbin smiled.

  “I don’t know if we really need more competition between us. It might end in an all-out brawl.”

  “Just like any other day.” He grabbed a second manila folder and opened it. “In two days, Calvin and I are heading to a demonstration at the Las Vegas Air and Defense. As our heavy, I expect you to be there too. There are going to be a lot of new weapons; some things we won’t be able to use, but a lot of things we will. We have a pretty big budget, so it’s a bit like Christmas for us. I really think you will enjoy it. Try to wear something businesslike since they won’t necessarily understand who we are. It will help you blend in with everyone else.”

  She nodded. “I can do that. Should I bring anything?”

  “Like a bazooka, or do you mean a note pad?” Korbin asked. The only hint he was joking was the glint in his eye.

  She decided to play along. “Both, kind of.”

  “We will have our ‘just in case weapons’ in the car,” he told her, “but no real need. We will be in the human world, and bases frown on bringing serious firepower onto their lands – even for us.”

  “Sounds good.” She stood up.

  “Oh, and you can either take tomorrow as your day off or the day after we go.”

  “All right, noted.” Katie put her hands on the back of her chair. “I’m excited for this. Thanks for the opportunity.”

  “And thank you for being willing.”

  “Always,” she replied, thinking of the test outside the office.

  “Anywho, feel free to get back to training, or if your training is over, go relax,” he finished.

  “Thanks, Korbin,” she replied as she headed for the door. “And Korbin?”

  “Yeah?” He looked up.

  “I’ll always be stronger than my demon,” she said, tapping the doorframe and walking away.

  Korbin smiled and shook his head, realizing that he wasn’t going to be able to put things over on her.

  She was perceptive, and she didn’t hold back from asking the hard questions—which was exactly what the team needed.

  Still, there was something about her—something that Damian knew, but he didn’t. Maybe Damian was right that he shouldn’t push her, but at the same time, pushing his people was exactly what he did.

  All he could really do was wait and see how things turned out.

  Katie decided she’d had enough training for the day, so she went on up to her room and jumped in the shower. When she got out, she put on one of her new bras and let Pandora see it.

  Pandora was obsessed with pretty lingerie, and Katie was starting to get used to it as well. She pulled on a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top and plopped onto her bed, flipping on the television.

  Yessssss, Pandora hissed, excited. Isn’t All of Our Lives on first?

  Yeah. Katie put the remote to the side. Lucas is coming out, and the maid is going to reveal that she is Antonio’s real mother.

  I love this shit, Pandora said. And I’m pretty sure The Price Game comes on afterward. You know how much I love that fucking game. Did you know you can write to them and get tickets? You should do that.

  And do what if I am chosen? Katie shook her head. Everyone thinks I’m dead. I can’t just pop up on a game show.

  Shit, Pandora said. That’s just my fucking luck. I could totally beat those idiots. I mean, I’ve been alive forever, so I have some good knowledge in my brain.

  I’m liking our girls’ afternoon, Katie said, raising her arms over her head. I needed it bad.

  I’m not a girl, I’m a demon, Pandora said.

  Oh, come on. Katie laughed. You have developed a severe obsession with my Lancôme facial scrub, you want nothing put on the body unless it smells like pears, vanilla, or lavender, and you crave chocolate.

  First of all, that Lancôme is like the recipe I used to make when I lived in Paris, Pandora said. Secondly, you try living your whole life with a bunch of demons! You will like any smell that isn’t shit or flesh. And third, who doesn’t crave chocolate? I’m sure if you looked closely enough, the bible would talk about Jesus craving chocolate.

  Somehow I doubt that, Katie said, raising an eyebrow. Okay, and you love lingerie and game shows. You are a girl.

  Whatever, she said. Men like lingerie.

  Yeah, men like taking off lingerie, Katie replied. And I don’t mean those outliers who like to wear it, like that FBI guy in history…uh, whatshisname.

  Seriously? she asked. You humans had a person making decisions in the government whose name was Whatshisname?

  No, dammit, Katie snapped. His name was J. Edgar Hoover. I just didn’t want to be bothered with remembering.

  Well, now that you have brought him up, why don’t you tell me about him? Pandora asked.

  Why? Katie asked. He’s been dead forever.

  Because, her demon answered sarcastically, it could totally come up as an answer on my game shows.

  Why do I feel like I created a monster with this whole game show obsession?

  It’s possible you did, Pandora said. So, you have human men who wear lingerie?

  Sure. Katie shrugged. We also have men who love other men.

  Oh, honey, we’ve had that since the beginning of time, she replied. It didn’t used to be as hush-hush as you current humans make it.

  People judge too much, Katie replied.

  Well, that’s fucking sad, Pandora replied. Maybe we demons should give up, then. It already sounds kind of like hell.

  There are beautiful things too. Katie laughed.

  Like game shows and lingerie, Pandora agreed.

  Precisely. Katie nodded, then looked up when there was a knock on the door. “Come in!”

  “Hey,” Derek said, poking his head in the door. “Whatcha doing?”

  “Just watching ridiculous and pointless television.” Katie looked at him. “Why? What’s up?”

  “Figured you might want to come watch the movie Priest with us,” he answered, checking out her TV screen before returning his focus to her. “It’s a comedy.”

  “Sure,” she said, grabbing the remote to turn off the TV before bouncing off the bed. “But I could have sworn that Priest was a thriller-drama,” she mumbled as she stepped out of her room, closing the door behind her.

  “Maybe to the normal person.” He shrugged, turning to walk back to the common room. “But it’s a comedy to us.”

  Katie nodded. “Ahh, I get it.”

  Pandora’s interest had kicked in. Priest as a comedy? Ok, I’ll wait for the soap opera. I have to see this.

  They headed down the hall to the main TV room, where everyone was waiting to see if Katie was going to join them.

  Calvin was sitting comfortably in the back while the newbies were on the couch right up front and center. There was a seat open next to where Derek was plopping down, and one over by Damian.

  Katie accepted a couch pillow from Damian. “Why do I find it weird that the priest is here to watch Priest?” she asked him.

  Damian winked. �
��From what I’ve heard, I could have been the main character.”

  “Okay, but before we start, I need Dad’s Special Popcorn.” Katie got back up and headed into the kitchen to the music of groans. She whipped around, but five innocent faces looked back at her. Not a one gave away who had groaned.

  She turned back around to continue into the kitchen, and no one said anything else.

  She pulled a bag of sugar down from the cabinet and searched through the other ones, searching for and finally finding food coloring.

  She put a bag of popcorn in the microwave and started it as she placed a small saucepan on the stove. She poured in about a cup of sugar, a tiny bit of water, and some blue food coloring and turned up the heat.

  I’m telling you, you should have gone with red, Pandora said.

  No blood on my popcorn, Katie growled. I see enough of that kind of shit on a regular basis.

  Derek walked into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” he asked, trying to figure out the mixture on the stove.

  “Making my family’s secret snack food,” Katie answered, stirring the mixture. She pushed away the sudden pang of missing her mom.

  Derek leaned against the doorframe and watched her as she did her thing. When the popcorn was done popping, she emptied the kernels into a large glass bowl and tossed the bag.

  She still loved watching the colored sugar mixture drip all over the popcorn, just like when she had been a kid.

  Her mother used to call it “fairy popcorn, something with a little bit of magic in it” but her dad was the one who had made it the first time. When the sugar mixture had melted she poured it over the popcorn, taking a moment to toss it around and get it all blue and magical.

  She’d dive for the clumps of blue later.

  Then she stood there watching the clock, waiting for it to set and harden. The rest of the guys filed into the kitchen, wondering what the hell they were waiting on.

  “Katie’s snack revolution, apparently.” Derek pointed to the bowl in Katie’s hands.

  “Here, try it.” She held it out, waiting for each of the guys to grab a bit. “It’s magical.”

  Of course they loved it, and Katie was forced to make four more batches so there would be enough for everyone.

  Told you, Pandora grumped, enjoying the popcorn but not enjoying having to share. No good deed goes unpunished. The heathen scum ate that last bowl when you would have enjoyed it so much more.

  By the time she was done her fingers were blue, and the guys all looked like they had eaten Smurfs. It was the perfect way to end the day.

  Even Pandora enjoyed the time with the others.

  10

  Korbin, Calvin, Katie, and Derek pulled into the visitor parking area at Nellis Air Force Base, ready to check out the different weapons and equipment. Korbin had to disclose his weapons and provide his security clearance, and then they put a tag on the guns. If the tag wasn’t still on when he left, there had better be some damned good answers.

  Derek was mostly interested in looking into IT operations equipment, but that was because he had found his niche behind the scenes.

  Korbin flashed his badge at the security guards and they backed off, pointing out where they needed to go. Derek walked ahead of them.

  The whole thing was thrilling for Katie, but the guys didn’t seem to give it too much thought. It didn’t bother her, though. She and Pandora wandered around gawking at all the options and listening to the other guests talk.

  “We’re going to go over the guns first,” Calvin whispered to her. “I know you’re a good shot, but I also know you don’t know a lot about them, so just follow along with us.”

  “Kay.” Katie smiled and put her hands behind her back.

  There were hundreds of guns laid out on tables across the convention floor, and even some so large the damned things had their own floor space. When they walked past one of the large mounted guns on the showroom floor, Katie stopped and looked at it with wide eyes. Calvin came up next to her and laughed.

  “Girl likes big guns.” He shook his head when she eyed him. “Okay, I can work with that—though I think this one might be a bit much for downtown Vegas.”

  “Hey, you never know when you need to take out three city blocks,” Katie told him with a smile on her face.

  “Yeah.” He jerked a thumb in the direction they had been walking. “Come on, armor’s up next.”

  Oooh, tell him you know about armor, Pandora said. I got you.

  Uh, are you sure? Katie asked.

  Yes, just trust me, Pandora told her.

  “I can help with armor. I know a bit about it,” Katie said.

  “All right, Anchor.” Korbin’s deeper voice called from behind her. “Give it a whirl.”

  “Okay, follow me.” Katie waved them after her as she walked through the crowd, thankful that the signs pointed the way.

  When they got there, the guys stood behind her.

  The two pretty females eyed Katie, but the sales guy had his smile on and was looking to see if Calvin or Korbin were going to ask questions.

  That just pissed Katie off.

  She put up a hand. “I’ll do this, thank you,” she told the man, and grabbed the first bit of armor. “Ok, this crap is ceramic-disk tactical armor. Completely useless when shot at by armor-piercing ammunition, and rejected by the US Government.”

  How the hell do you know this? Katie wondered.

  Just keep spouting my notes. I’ll update you…maybe never, Pandora replied.

  “The US Army released information,” Katie continued, “back in 2007 about their tests on the design of Dragon Skin Armor.” She dropped the vest.

  Katie took a deep breath and continued to repeat everything Pandora said, talking about the options, the best comfort, and the ones that would even offer some protection from demon scratches.

  The guys looked at her like she was crazy, or maybe someone other than the Katie they knew.

  “How did you know all that?” Korbin asked.

  “I did some research,” she told him, shrugging her shoulders.

  “What about this?” Derek laughed, holding up a vest with a cross stitched across the front.

  “Wow,” Katie said, shaking her head. “Not only is that hideous, but there is no way that stitching a cross on the front is going to do anything to stop demons. Whose ill-advised idea was that?”

  “Meh, some novice will buy it thinking he looks suave and is ready for action.” Derek shook his head and dropped the piece back onto the table.

  “And get a demon hand through his chest for his efforts,” Korbin said. “It’s a shame. How about this one, though?”

  Korbin held up one of the woven carbon vests with full clips, straps perfectly spaced for carrying gear, and a pull-strap on the back.

  “What’s the strap on the back for?” Derek asked.

  “In case you go down and I gotta drag your ass to safety,” Korbin answered.

  “Or I get tired of your ass and want to strap you to the hood of the car.” Katie laughed, elbowing Derek.

  “That’s messed up.” Derek placed it back on the table.

  Katie laughed and kept walking, browsing the different sections. There was a lot there, but most of it was good for places like the Sandpit, not downtown Vegas during a demon attack.

  It was too bulky, and too hard to maneuver in.

  Katie looked back at her team. They had started to mingle with the other teams from across the country but she wasn’t really feeling up to conversation, so she turned back, spying a small booth in the back row.

  There was a younger guy tucked in there, barely visible in the dark shadows of the dim lamps. That was the kind of place she wanted to check out—the guy with the secret weapon in the back.

  That, or the guy was there to offer something new and unique. Either way, it was bound to be an interesting conversation.

  Oh, lord, Pandora sighed. Trying to save the little guy again?

  Somebody has to, Katie said,
approaching and smiling at the kid behind the table. “Hey there.”

  “Uh, h-h-hello.” He spoke with a slight stutter.

  She admired the silver weapons on the table, gleaming in the reduced light. Their blades were all shiny, but had different hues depending on how the light reflected. “Did you make these?”

  “Mmmhmm, yeah,” he answered, shifting on his feet. “I have been studying the old ways. My grandfather, he left me some old books, and that’s how I got into it. Then I-I-I traveled to Palestine and Jerusalem, and I studied there too. I even went to a few of the rocks and pulled some materials from those. Uh, so to speak.”

  “Really?” Katie answered, wondering what ‘pulled some materials from rocks’ meant. “And who are they specifically made for?” She looked at the weapons and then back to the guy. “For tactical, police action…or Damned?”

  “Oh,” he answered. “Just for those that fight…the Damned. They would be wasted on regular people, that’s for sure. It’s what I do for a living. It’s what my dad did, and he was a team member too, but I can’t,” he rocked back and forth, “be on a team. You know, because I have coordination issues.”

  “Right.” Katie wasn’t sure how to make him feel any more comfortable, so she tried another smile. “They are beautiful.”

  There were several weapons laid out on the table, including some short knives, short swords, and even a couple of those huge-ass knives named after the guy who died at the Alamo in Texas. Their edges glimmered as if dipped in oil as she moved down the table, but when she touched them there was nothing there.

  Great, Pandora said. Just what you need, a no-name two-cent useless—

  “Do you mind if I pick this one up?” Katie asked, narrowing her eyes.

  “Oh, sure.” He stepped forward and picked it up, handing it to her. “Just be careful. They are really sharp.”

  “That’s what I am counting on.” She smiled at the guy.