Psycho Gem

Chapter 5: The Stakeout

Tracks was sitting on my chair holding an ice cold pack to his head. I thought it would help cure his headaches. He was sitting on the operating table as I was looking into the cult that those attackers came from earlier. I began searching the network for anything that had to do with the symbol we saw on their masks. It took about ten minutes until I finally got an actual result, my computer pinging.

Tracks noticed as he walked over to the computer. "That location... is that the town they're in?"

"Dimension: 4522912 Schomberg, Ontario. It's still narrowing it down to a more specific location. It'll probably take a few more-" I began to say before the computer immediately narrowed it down to a single building. "Oh. I guess tech is more reliant than... oh you've got to be kidding me."

"I'm afraid I'm not kidding you, sir." Rohnson replied.

"What is it? Where does it say they are?" Tracks asked as he leaned over my shoulder to look at the screen. "Wait, Is that a pub?"

"Yes, but not just any pub, it's Lucy's barhouse." I began. "I've been there before. It's a half-breed safehouse."

"Half breed?"

"Half demon, half human. Put in the human world to help the apocalypse come a little sooner. They cause nothing but trouble and I'm not exactly on the good side of their kind. I've killed quite a few of them over the years."

"Well, does this mean we aren't going?"

"Hell no. Half breeds don't scare me. It's just going to make things a little less convenient for us." I said as I walked over to a cabinet full of knick-knacks to grab something from one of the drawers.

I pulled a bracelet out and tossed it to Tracks. "If things go sideways, tap the gem in the middle there three times, but ONLY for emergencies."

"You mean this gem here?" he said as he put it on and inched his finger close to the bracelet.

"NOT NOW!!! You can only use it once!" I yelled as I quickly pulled his arm away.

"Oi, lighten up! I was only joshing you is all." he laughed, raising his hands and backing away. "Bloody hell you are one tight-assed wanker!"

'Goddammit. Something tells me this kid'll be a bigger pain in the ass than I thought.' I thought to myself as Tracks kept laughing.

I teleported us to a neutral world where the pub was. Many dimensions have half breeds since they all come from the same place. Hell doesn't care what universe you're from. We strolled up to the pub when I heard Tracks let out a grunt as he was rubbing his head. The headaches were a sign that we were in the right place. We went down to the basement level as I heard people above the ceiling talking, laughing and having a good time. The regular people upstairs have no clue what's going on below them. When we got to the bottom and saw a bouncer blocking off the door who scowled as soon as he saw me. He knew exactly who I was and I knew it might not be as easy to get in as I had thought.

"You ain't welcome here, sorcerer." he growled.

"I'm not here to cause any trouble." I replied, trying to sound sincere.

"Then why the fuck did you risk coming here? Y'know I should kill you right here, right now."

"Yeah, I doubt you could. Besides, that amount of ruckuss would probably catch a few innocent eyes. The boys downstairs wouldn't look kindly on you for blowing this entire establishment over a grudge. Now are you going to let me in or do you want to push your luck?"

He looked down, knowing I was right. He then looked over at Tracks.

"Who's the kid? This ain't a place for a little boy." he said in a condescending tone.