So, first of all, we're not dead.
We needed to do some relocation. We're still recovering from Operation Summerborn, if you can fucking believe that.
Here's the short version of Summerborn: We had inside men and women in Ace's organization. They helped us get Knight of Coins--that's Leo, by the way--out of Ace's hands. We wanted to keep them in, so we weren't saying much about it, but, surprise fucking surprise, Ace managed to sniff them out. We had to free them. One of them didn't make it. I'm sure they fucking fed her to that fucking pet monster of theirs.
We're trying not to think about that. But we, I mean me, because it's hit Tara, Ginger (Ten), and Leo pretty fucking hard and it's hard for them not to think about it. Tara and Ginger were the ones that came up with the plan, and Ginger and Leo knew our insiders pretty well.
Right now, we're consolidating our resources, regrouping, and trying to stop Smiley from filleting a preteen boy. So far, we have jack all resources, only a bare minimum of people--if fucking that, and we've narrowed Smiley's location down to one of half a dozen fucking places in this confusing fucking city, and the boy'll probably be dead in less than a week unless we hurry and tag it.
Also, in other news? The girls I'm dating are really fucking crazy.
I woke up last night with Chelsea's hand on my stomach. I asked her what the fuck she was doing and she said, "Shhh, I'm getting you pregnant."
Then, out of nowhere--because she wasn't there when we went to bed--Penny comes up and puts her hand on my stomach and says. "I'm aborting your baby."
Then Chelsea said, "That's awful! Keep your hand there. I want to see which one of us wins."
Some nights I almost wish I'd stayed celibate.