Free Tainted Blood by Martin Sharlow Page B

apartment, but it would just be faster if she told him.
     
    “Now,” she began. “There is information vital to your survival as well as mine in it.”
     
    “Jenn--”
     
    “No, Brian.” She shook her head at him. “If you take short cuts at this, you endanger everyone, including that girl. Is that what you want?”
     
    Brian shook his head.
     
    “Then get out and go read. When you're ready, you'll have your mission.”
     
    Brian hadn't realized that the limo had stopped, but when he looked outside and saw the motel he was staying at. Its large neon sign's 'L' was still burnt out. He'd pointed that out to the owner the first week he had moved in, yet still they haven’t fixed it.
     
    He could see the man at the front desk peering out at the limo, curious about who or what was going to get out. He couldn't blame the man, he guessed no one here ever got dropped off by a government limo before.
     
    “Just answer me this one thing first.” He asked his aunt as he put one foot on the ground but still remained mostly in the limo. “Why me? I mean, I'm not trained for this, and I certainly don't work for you. Why not one of your real agents?”
     
    “You're under the radar Brian, and my company wants part of their investment back.”
     
    “What if I fail?”
     
    “I wouldn't.” She answered, “There’s no telling what he will do to your girlfriend. Now, if you don't mind, I have business to attend to.”
     
    Brian stepped out of the car and was about to shut the door when a thought occurred to him “Wait, what about the werewolf?”
     
    “Let us worry about that, you just worry about Jason.”
     
    Brian watched as the limo drove away, his thoughts lost in how he was going to deal with this turn of events. If he hadn't been, he doubted the desk-man would have sneaked up on him.
     
    “Big date?” The scrawny, dark haired man said. Brian guessed the nerdy man was easily in his early thirties, yet his face was still covered in acne, and the thick glasses he wore looked more like the bottom of a coke bottle. He wondered how the guy could ever see out of them.
     
    “Yeah,” Brian answered absently. “Yeah, I guess it was.”
     
    “You know, I always wanted to ride in one of those.” The desk-man said, smiling.
     
    “What? Oh, yeah, it's really no big deal.” Brian said as he scratched the back of his head, trying to figure out a way to get out of the discussion.
     
    “You must ride in a lot of them then,” the guy went on, as Brian started to walk towards his room.

    “Yeah, I guess so. No, I mean.” Brian paused and turned on the guy. He was sorely tempted to suggest the guy to go jump off a cliff, but he quickly changed his mind.
     
    All the things that he just went through was not this guy’s fault. He couldn’t be held responsible for Brian's irritation.
     
    “Listen, I’m a bit preoccupied at the moment, you think we could have this conversation some other time?
     
    “Sure,” the guy said, obviously happy to have a reason to talk to Brian again sometime. “My name's Scot,” he said and stuck his hand out to shake Brian’s.
     
    “I'm Brian.” He answered
     
    “I know.” Scot smiled and nodded his head furiously. “I read the check in sheets all the time when I'm bored, which is like, always.”
     
    Brian listened for a second more, then waved goodbye, “alright, well I'll talk to you later.” Then he turned and walked towards his room, pausing only for a second to point at the motel sign. “Scot.”
     
    “Yeah” the desk-man stopped and started smiling again.
     
    “Fix the sign.”
     
    He moved on to his door without waiting for a reply. Once inside, he sat down in his favorite chair and just stared at the wall, trying to figure everything out. Jason, the mystery vampire and only other one of his kind that he knew of, had kidnapped Heather in an attempt to keep Brian away from him. Except he had no intention of ever going near Jason, until then. It left