Caretaker.

He had tried almost everywhere and eventually found her in Jacey's Bar. She had had too much Alice again and was lying on the comfy seats that surrounded the main dance floor on the second level . He shoed away a couple of guys that were looking to take advantage of her and taking out his wallet he ordered a beer and crashed down beside her. Taking her head in one hand he began to stroke her soft brown hair from her eyes.

He forgot how fragile she was and he hated himself for leaving her in the middle of what should have been a successful night out but he had been called out on a Red and his squad had signed him up. It took him a lot of favours to get that BPN covered for him and the money would have been handy.

His beer arrived and he took a few tentative sips, foul as usual. He reckoned she had a good hour of Alice left inside her and she wouldn't know who he was till the daze lifted. He began to talk softly to calm her down but he wan't getting through so he just laid back and watched the club.

Several people in club gave him nasty looks but they were all show, no-one would bother him or try to get to the girl he was protecting.

He reckoned he could have another beer and then she'd begin to come round. Returning to where she was his mobile went off. Answering it he got a hasty message from Brocker telling him he was needed in a BPN on Charles St. Subdue some would be corporate kidnapper. He couldn't back out. His squad needed him and if he got an SCL cut on her behalf again he'd be in some real shit.

He put a bundle of uni's into her wallet and carried her to a taxi. He gave instructions and took a picture of the driver (for security) and called himself another cab to get him downtown.

She woke up outside the apartment and in a daze tried to pay for the cab, but she'd already paid. Fuck him she thought it was the last time she'd agree to go out with him he always did this. He'd get a call and then he'd drop her and she'd end up in a taxi outside her house.

Climbing the stairs she bought a pack of feelgoods from the vending machine. At least she'd got most of her money left. Getting indoors she turned on the TV and knew which channel he would already be on.

The TV caught him just as he smashed his way through the fire escape door, brandishing his Custom 'Killer' Chain Axe.

That Stormer was good at his job but he didn't give a damn about her.


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