Two Worlds V

XVI

Guy was sitting on my bed with a lollipop hanging out of his mouth. He smiled at me and I smiled back as I got out my duffel bag and set it next to him.

I checked my clip then put the pistol through the back of my belt. I nodded, "Can we share a room when we get there?"

"Of course," I said, "Me, you and Jack, Vince if he wants to save his money."

"Yeah, he'd need to do that because he still needs to buy," He stopped abruptly and I looked at him.

"He needs to buy what?" I asked.

"Uh, he said he wants to go to a really good bar." He said, a little unsure.

"Okay," I said, "Come on, Jack's waiting with him."

I closed the bag and slung it over my shoulder, leaving with him coming after me.

...

"Whoa," Guy said as he looked around the streets of London.

I looked at him then nodded as Jack started leading the way. We followed and we wound up in some kind of courtyard. We got mixed in with a crowd before emerging on the other side.

"Hey, stop that!" A woman yelled from across the way, and we looked to see a couple men and women beating on a man hunched over on the sidewalk, "Oh, where's the police when you need them!" The woman went to assist the man before being struck to the ground.

I took Vincent with me and we got the attacker's attention, "Hey," They looked to us as I kept my eyes on them, "Ain't it a little early for mugging?"

One of the women nodded to us as she got up from the woman who was collecting her senses.

"Never just give up and run, do they?" Vincent asked from beside me.

"Not yet, Vinnie. Don't got street cred here." I prepared myself before landing a swift blow to the first guy who got close to us. He fell to the floor, knocked out. The other three stopped, looking to the chick.

"C'mon," She got up and they ran away.

I flicked off my wrist slightly before looking to the two on the ground. I helped the woman to her feet and Vincent went and picked up the guy, who was holding his bloody nose.

The woman sighed, looking to me and brushing herself off, "Thank you, love," She had wild, untamed black hair, dressed in slacks, a button up and vest.

The man looked to us, "Thank you for standing up to those imbeciles." He had short brown hair, black slacks and a white button up, which was now stained from him being on the floor.

"Anytime." I scoffed slightly.

He told me, "Thank you, Miss?"

"Winchester," I said, and put out my hand. He shook it lightly, "Cas Winchester," He put his hand down, "This is Jacob, Vincent and Guy."

"Swan," The man said, shaking all of our hands except for Vince's, "Johnathon Swan."

"Helena Holmes." The woman said as we shook her hand.

"Uh, great," I said, nodding, "That was great, kind of just like getting at the con, huh?"

"I do what I need." Swan said, "The man didn't know when to stop."

I nodded and there was a drawn out silence.

"Well, anyways, if you folks are looking for a place to stay, just come down to Fleet Street and we might be able to assist you, we have a few rooms to rent out upstairs next to Mr. Swan's shop." Helena said and we nodded.