The Insiders

Chapter Three

The next day, I was being followed. I was at a bar called the Brazen Head and had ordered a Murphy's Stout. I was in quite the dilema when I realized a man was oddly observing me; I couldn't decide fast enough whether I wanted to ignore the nuisance and keep drinking or tail-gate the bastard. A couple walked past the man and suddenly he had disappeared. At that moment I figured I should be on my way, I was on a street with bright lights illuminating my steps and creating my shadow when I heard a faint tapping of shoes hitting the concrete floor below us. I crossed the street and then made an abrupt and random turn and hid in the shadows. Five minutes later the same man followed suite. I couldn't see much, but with my senses I could see a faint macabre patch of scars on his neck, he had a slightly olive skin tone unless that was from the light above him, and he had on this repugnant trench coat that looked as if it had survived a dog fight. Reaching out and grabbing a hold of the inevitable that was to come, I quickly put this rugged looking man in a very grasping head lock and asked him two questions, to which I stayed stringent upon. "Who are you and, do I need to kill you?" I grinned in a ghastly sort of way at the last part. It was my favorite part.