(15.2) Repercussions

Chapter 15, Part 1

“Uh-” I started, trying to get my brain to work. “Wha?”

“We found one of our golems with a light post through it and its head smashed in James.”

“Oh,” I said once the sounds I was hearing processed. “No, I didn’t kill the B.A.P. That was someone else… The light post was me though.”

“Well James, the reason I ask is because the last thing it recorded was you being pummeled and we just can’t figure out how you went from unconsciousness to victory.”

“A Good Samaritan swung by and gave me a hand.”

“One second,” she said. I heard the sounds of her moving the receiver to her chest and speaking to someone else before she began again. “Okay, Dvorak? I’ll need you to swing by my office today. Think you can do that for me?”

“Yeah,” I said, sitting up and moving to the edge of my bed. “Question though, does my pass allow me to carry weapons?”

“Not unless you feel like training people how to use them.” She replied. “I’ll be back in my office in two hours.”

“I’ll see you in three.” I said, and hung up.

After I got dressed, I filled my thermos with about half a pouch and killed the remainder before putting my face on and heading out to grab a cab. I got smart this time and snagged the number of the cab company so I could avoid any run-ins with street golfers and angry pillars. The same guards were at the door, which made me wonder if they were identical sextuplets or if they just didn’t need to sleep.

I got to Angel’s office with some time to spare so I scribbled a note and shoved it under her door, heading through the twisting endless maze to the library. Once I’d found a seat I started reading more of their guide.

I’d just gotten to the break-down of specific sub-sects of Department 7 when Angel tapped on my shoulder. I tried to say hello, but the look on her face was one that told me to shut up. Once we got into her office she closed the door and, without saying a word,  popped a CD into her computer, spinning the monitor to face where I had sat down. It was a video that looked like it came from the point of view of B.A.P. starting from when a golf ball whipped in an clattered off of the image.

The picture moved and started walking through the shadows when another golf ball whacked it. You can imagine what the rest of the video looked like, ending with me getting my face pounded in.

“So,” she finally said. “I need to know what happened.”

“Well, I got my face pounded in by your golem because I hit him with a golf ball.”

“Why would you hit a golem with a golf ball?”

“It’s not like I aimed for him!” I exclaimed. “Some dumb cop was shooting golf balls at me and so I deflected it. And why the hell would you make a golem that tries to kill someone who hits it with a golf ball?”

She thought for a second before speaking again. “So it was just an accident?”

“No, I hit your disguised golem hidden in a dark abandoned building with a golf ball on purpose cause it called my mom a slut-waffle… Why the fuck would I start a fight with a golem anyway? You know as well as I do that the damn things are hard as hell to kill with magic.”

She looked at me for a moment, a slow grin sneaking it’s way onto her face. “Well… You’ve done stupider things.”

She had me there.