Kapitel 9: Chapter 9
"Huh, you learn something new every day," Kowalski said as he pulled out of the parking space and into Manhattan traffic.
Looking at the congestion of cars and the crowds of people, the Antarctic really was looking better and better. Plus, there was the added advantage of no Hunters there.
But as much as I might fight it, New York was my home, and I desperately wanted to put down roots here. Antarctica would have to be placed on the back burner for now.
So, a recap for those that were not paying attention. I'm a monster, I'm hunting down human monsters as part of my day job, and a monster Hunter is currently living in the same city as me. Yup, I'm living my best life.
"Since we know that Knights Securities could not have anything to do with the arms that The Specialist is able to get his hands on, where is the second most likely place for him to get a large number of guns for a good price?" I asked my partner.
"No, YOU'RE sure that Knights Securities could not have anything to do with our suspect, I still don't agree. You can look at an alternate point of contact, and I will continue to investigate Knights," Kowalski argued.
Why couldn't this man get it through his head that a person from one of the most powerful supernatural families to have ever existed in any century was not going to care about a puny police investigation? I am sure that he had passed it along to his assistant simply to get rid of us, not to actually help.
His employees are his knights, they fight the werewolves, vampires, and the things that go bump in the night, they are not caring about The Specialist! How many times do I have to say it?!?!
"Ooh! Ice Cream! Pull over!" I said as I frantically tapped my partner on one arm while pointing to an ice cream shop that I wanted to try with the other.
Yes, I was in a mood and pissed at Kowalski, but come on, it's ice cream! Besides, was there any mood that a triple scoop of chocolate peanut butter ice cream with extra sprinkles and whipped cream on top will not fix? I think not!
Stunned, Kowalski pulled over and I jumped out of the still-moving vehicle. Before he could even call my name, I was across the street and opening the doors to what heaven must smell like.
"Hi! Welcome to Baskin Robins 31, what can I get for you today?" The cashier who spoke couldn't have been older than 18, but with the way I was hopping from side to side, I was definitely acting like the younger one.
The rows of freezers, each holding delicious ice creams to please the masses stood in front of me. Waiting for me to make my choice. Unfortunately for me, there was only one… maybe two… ice creams that I liked.
What can I say? After 233 years, you tend to know what you like and don't like.
"Do you have a triple scoop of chocolate peanut butter ice cream with whipped cream and sprinkles on top?" I asked, my eyes wide as I waited for her answer. There were 31 flavors here, there had to be chocolate peanut butter ice cream. It was the stuff of dreams! Of legends! How could an ice cream store NOT have it?!?
"I'm sorry, the chocolate peanut butter ice cream is no longer being served due to allergies. Is there another flavor I could interest you in?"
Time froze, the world stopped spinning, and I stared at her in disbelief. 31 flavors, did I mention that part? 31 flavors and not a single one was chocolate peanut butter?! Come on! Lives depended on this ice cream!
My mood went back down to -30 and I looked at her, shocked that such an audacious thing could have passed her lips.
I collected myself once again and took a deep breath. I knew I could be mature if I needed to be. I just needed to put on my big girl panties and talk to her like the reasonable adult I could be.
"That's fine. Is it possible to have a triple scoop of orange sherbet with sprinkles on top? No whipped cream." See, I could be a reasonable, big-girl-panty-wearing, adult.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! We no longer carry orange sherbet. Would you like to try our rocky road?"
Screw it, being an adult was for the birds. I gave her my best glare as I turned around and stomped out of the store. How could they not carry MY two favorite ice creams!?! Like seriously! WTF!
Unfortunately for everyone, Kowalski decided that this was the perfect time to make his appearance known.
"What the Hell, Sokol? Where do you get off jumping out of the car like that? You could have been killed!"
"Get back in the car, Kowalski, or you will be," I growled and stomped back to where the unmarked police car was parked, not caring about the two cars that almost hit me or the three collisions that happened as a result of them slamming on their breaks. I was homicide, let the patrol guys deal with the mess.
I knew I was a monster, capable of killing those that deserved it. I killed the ones that burnt down my first-ever home on the Prairies, I killed the humans that did unspeakable things to men, women, and children. I would NOT kill because one store did not have my ice cream in stock.
Maybe if I kept telling myself that enough times, I would begin to believe it. Yeah, let's go with that.
Word to the wise? To prevent mass murder and complete pandemonium, make sure to have all ice cream flavors available when and if they are needed.
I jerked open the door, sat down, and slammed it behind me. Silently, arms crossed and all warning signs lit up, I stared out the window as my partner drove us back to the precinct. Maybe putting my energy into finding The Specialist would help.
No, I didn't really think so either.
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