NOVEL WEB ~10~
They were still arguing about what they should do with the townspeople about where they took her from. Most importantly, what they would do with the witness. Of course, Marco listened thoroughly as she kept her head down and pretended to be out of it.
Trying to concentrate, Lady Firefly decided to be nosy as she walked over to Marco, getting a good look at her. Even with her stupid headdress, she had to peek through the holes of her helmet to get a good look at Marco.
Get out of my face, you weirdo! Marco thought. Oh, how she would love to break her kneecaps and trachea while at it. But she had to be smart about it. Her day will come, but not yet.
“You said that she was alone, did you not?” Lord Caliber said in a sophisticated tone.
"Does it matter? We got the target! My main man, Bain, took care of your little Lydia!" Father Raphael spoke in a feminine voice.
“Firefly, get away from her...” Father Brutus, he said in a gravel-sounding voice.
Then Lady Firefly giggled in a weird childlike voice while skipping and dancing towards Father Brutus, “This one’s a keeper!” She then sits on Father Brutus while still giggling uncontrollably, flailing her legs around.
“Shut the fuck up already!” Lord Caliber yells, losing his patience.
At least we agree on something, Marco thought.
She looks up to see the four arguing as Father Raphael focuses on Lord Caliber, "Yes, Callie, she's a dime piece. But how many dime pieces have you let turn into rusted pennies?"
"And what kind of use would you have for her, cutie pie? Maybe she could handwash your shit-stained panties for you..." Lord Caliber strikes back.
"And you would have her fuck and suck you dry until she dies. What's the fun in that? Rumor is you can't even last that long with your pencil dick. Is that why you go after 14 and under?" Father Raphael insults as he gets a series of gasps from Father Brutus and Lady Firefly. "At least the boys and girls I have sex with are old enough to drink and drive."
"Enough talk!" Holy Mother decides to end this debate. "You all argued about what we should do with this woman. Let it be known! Father Raphael, I will leave this witness in your custody."
I guess the crossdresser has to be first, Marco thought.
"I object!" Lord Caliber confronts the holy mother. "To be perfectly honest with you, I must urge you to reconsider--"
"Face it, Caliber, you lost. Return to your little meat market and wash off some of your cattle. Who knows, some of them might be fresh after all..." Father Raphael gloats.
“I’m not going to be talked down by an insufferable cake boy of a virgin who tries too hard to prove to us that he knows a lot about women while trying to be one--”
"Oh, good for you, hitting below the belt! You talk about me trying too hard! At least I never raped anyone. They usually beg to sleep with me!"
In the background, Father Brutus was scoffing at the ideas while Lady Firefly was instigating the entire war of words between two rivals.
"SHUT! UP! BOTH OF YOU!" Holy Mother warned as they all recoiled in their different ways. "I made myself clear that my decision is final. Father Raphael, do as you wish."
Father Raphael curtsied, "You're too kind, Holy Mother." He then walks over to Marco as they meet face-to-face for the first time. "Let's see how long you last..."
You look familiar..., Marco thought, getting a good look at him.
Then, out of nowhere, Marco was stuck in the back of the neck with a needle. She made the costly mistake of letting her guard down too much to get closer to her captors. The sedatives were already working as she fell sound asleep.
As Marco was being carried out of the room by Father Raphael’s guards, their little meeting was adjourned.
The Holy Mother had to leave for London in a hurry as the other four had other businesses of their own with themselves. Father Raphael left the Grand Hall first while leaving the other three behind.
It was a perfect time for Father Brutus to confront Lord Caliber for his objection and behavior, "Lord Caliber, what is wrong with you? Would you have almost done was career suicide!"
“I’m not going to give that sissy an inch!” Lord Caliber argued.
"You need to change your tone! He is one of us now, whether you like it or not!" Father Brutus reminds.
“And why is that? He has done nothing to prove himself. He has only been anointed as a part of the Holy Mother’s four horsemen for almost a month, and he refuses to eat some humble pie!” Lord Caliber explains.
"That is up to the Holy Mother, not you! And I suggest you worry about your own business. Those demonic knights are slowly gaining the favor of the local police. They are on to you and your little... public-funded sex parties," Father Brutus informs as it makes Lady Firefly giggle.
"Sex, sex, sex! Sex, sex, sex!" Lady Firefly shouted while giggling, failing her arms and kicking her legs.
Of course, Lord Caliber was already irritated by Lady Firefly, “Did you give this woman her medication...?”
“She’s already operating on 16 pills a day...” Father Brutus confirmed.
“Well, then give her 16 more!” Lord Caliber shouted as he was about to leave.
But Father Brutus stops him, "The Holy Mother and Father Raphael are in love, Lord Caliber. Why do you think she chose him over your brother? I know for a fact he is not going to last. As smart, magic-savvy, and incredibly strong as he is, Father Raphael is still a 22-year-old boy. He will make a mistake, and you capitalize on it when he does. This is the first time we have our four. So wait!”
Father Brutus left the Grand Hall with Lady Firefly skipping behind him with that stark warning.
Lord Caliber hated Father Raphael. He hated that a grown man would wear female clothing and act like a female while calling himself a man in the same vein. It sickens him beyond the point where he would want to beat him to death or make a real woman out of him and castrate him.
If only there were a way to get rid of him...
And then, Lord Caliber thought of something that he might have overlooked... There was something about that woman that seemed a bit off. She wasn't afraid. This was not the first time he dealt with deposed sleeper agents, as most are comfortable liars who catch themselves becoming too convincing. Maybe he can use that to his advantage and hope for the best.