"Have you learned your lesson?" Father Milton questions.
"Yes, Father." Cupcake answers, looking down.
"Good. Now, dry your eyes and fix your make up." Father Milton orders. "Mister Durant is waiting for you." The priest turns to Mitsou. "Go back with the other girls, Mitsou."
"Yes, Father." Mitsou complies with a smile. "As soon as I help Cupcake get ready for Mister Durant."
Mitsou stays where she is as she watches Father Milton leave the office and breathes a sigh of relief, hoping the church latest visitor will provide the necessary distraction from her grievous error for Father Milton and Sister Felicity which would prevent Mitsou's ass from being on the receiving end of the priest's paddle.
Mitsou swifts her sights to Cupcake, pulling her panties up her legs.
"Why bother?" Mitsou smugly asks.
* * * * * *
"Was it good for you, baby?" Patricia Platt asks the short and sweaty man with thinning black hair resting on top of her after a satisfying ejaculation.
Patricia didn't get to climax as well, but she knows tending to the pleasures her latest lover will benefit her in other ways. Finally, the sweaty man rolls off Patricia and lays out on the bed, allowing her to breath.
"Fuck, you're an awesome lay." He says.
"Of course, I am, Kenny." Patricia retorts with a smile.
Patricia pushes the sheets of her bed aside and climbs off. Her bedroom is illuminated by the small lamp on her bedside drawer, allowing her to move to the full-length mirror nearby and admire her physique. On the side of the mirror is a photo of her with a sparkling tiara in her blond hair wearing a lovely evening dress and a sash that reads MISS PLUTOPOLIS 1988. The photo next to it is of Patricia posing on a lit stage, wearing white bikini and another sash that reads MISS CHAYKIN. At the age of 48, Patricia managed to fight the effects of ageing with diet, exercise and the occasional cosmetic surgery.
For Patricia, the surgeries were far easier for her than dieting or exercising, so long as someone could pay for it. Sometime after her first divorce, she dated a used car salesman to help pay for her breast augmentation operation to give her spectacular D-cup breasts. A year later, she had a dermatologist pay for some minor liposuction and a butt lift. A few short years after that, her dentist, and later her husband, paid for her labiaplasty operation, which really helped her give more satisfying sex but consequently lead to her second divorce.
Now in need of an eye lift, Patricia hopes the man in her bed, who describes himself as the driving force of the management staff of the Department of Sanitation, will be more than willing to fund this operation, and thanks to the labiaplasty, at least several more.
"You're one hot milf, Patricia." Says Kenny.
"Don't call a milf." Patricia reacts. "It reminds me of the useless lump I gave birth to."
"That's right, you have a son." Kenny sits up for a better view of Patricia's ass. "How old is he?"
"Old enough to move out, if he wasn't such a loser." Patricia turns to examine her ass on the mirror to see if another butt lift is needed.
The conversion is interrupted by the door chimes, echoing throughout the modest row house.
"You expecting someone?" Kenny asks.
"Probably one of my son's loser friends." Patricia grabs her green silk short robe from the chair of her makeup table, walking to the door. "Just give a minute to get rid of him."
Patricia puts on the robe over her naked body as she hurries down the stairs to the front door of her row house. She leaves the door chain on as she opens the door. A petite girl in a zebra-print leather jacket with bright-red hair stands outside alone.
"Annette? What are you doing here?" Asks Patricia.
"Hi, Mrs. Platt." Greets Superstar. "Can I come in?"
Patricia shuts the door to slide off the chain and opens it again to let Superstar enter.
"So why are you here?" Patricia watched Superstar walk pass her.
"I'm looking for Pin." Superstar answers.
"Really?" Patricia moves the door to shut it. "Why? Does he own money for a lap dance?"
A gloved hand grabs the door and forces it open. Patricia is startled and defensively back away as she sees SpiderBat barge in and slam the door behind him.
"Is that her?" SpiderBat points to Patricia.
"Yeah, that's her." Superstar shoots her arm out to point at Patricia.
"Whoever you are, got the fuck out of my house!" Patricia yells.
On the first step the masked intruder takes toward her, Patricia runs to the small kitchen and draws a chief's knife from the knife set. SpiderBat walks in the kitchen, appearing calm.
"Back off or I'll stab you." Patricia holds the knife to the super-vigilante as he shows no worry walking to her.
Patricia thrusts the knife to stab the intruder directly in the chest but the super-quick hand of SpiderBat grabs her wrist before the knife got an inch to him, and forces her hand up. SpiderBat slams Patricia against the refrigerator. The knife is swiftly snatched from Patricia's hand, a second later the knife plunges into the fridge door close to Patricia's head, intimidating her to stay still and quiet.
"Okay, I'm done here, right?" Superstar calls to SpiderBat. "I told you where she lives, so I can go now, right? Right?"
SpiderBat looks Superstar. "Go."
"Sorry Mrs. Platt," Superstar says. "but that's life in the big city."
Superstar swings open the door and runs out without look back.
"What...do you want?" Patricia struggles to ask.
"I'm looking for Pin." SpiderBat answers.
"What do you want with my son?" Patricia asks. "I know he's not exactly honest but he's exactly a criminal mastermind either."
"Because I'm looking for Moth." SpiderBat answers.
"Moth? That moron?" Patricia disbelievingly asks. "I can see why you're looking for my son then, those two are joined to the brain."
"What's all this noise?"
Both SpiderBat and Patricia shift their sights to a fully-dressed Kenny as he walks it. His mouth drops open.
"Oh, Shit." Kenny utters. "SpiderBat."
"Kenny, please help me." Patricia-in-distress pleads. "He wants to hurt me."
Kenny stands without any movement, unsure what to do for a moment.
"Hey, man. I got no beef with you." Kenny says to SpiderBat as he defensively raises his hands up. "I'm just a pencil-pusher from the Department of Sanitation."
"Then go take out the trash." SpiderBat harshly suggests.
"Kenny...?" Patricia softly cries out.
"Bye, Patty." Kenny grabs his coat from the rack behind him before heading for the door. "Thanks for the sex."
Kenny storms out as fast as his short legs can carry him, leaving Patricia with her unwanted guest.
So much for my butt lift. Patricia thinks.
"Now, where's Pin?" SpiderBat resumes his interrogation.
"Well, he's obviously not here." Patricia states. "And if he was, he would have jumped out the window and hightail it out of here."
"Does he have a cell phone?" SpiderBat questions.
* * * * * *
"I'm sorry, Mister Jones, but I've never seen this girl before." Sister Felicity returns the photo to Orpheus.
"I know she was here within a few days ago." Orpheus stands up from the pew as he takes the photo. "This Bible was in her hotel room."
"Perhaps someone gave it to her." Sister Felicity deduces.
Orpheus takes a few steps from the pew to the aisle as he notice Father Milton approaching him and the nun.
"Good evening. Perhaps I could be of some help." Father Milton greets.
"Father Milton, this gentleman is looking for his girlfriend." Sister Felicity informs.
Without any word, Orpheus holds out the photo to Father Milton, who takes it and looks at it.
"Her name's Angel." Orpheus says. "I have reason to believe she's been here."
"I told him already that I haven't seen her here." Sister Felicity adds.
"I think I may have though." Father Milton gazes at the photo of Angel.
"You've seen her here?" Orpheus asks.
"I believe so." Father Milton looks to Orpheus. "I can't exactly remember when. Maybe this morning."
"What can you remember?" Orpheus inquires. "I really need to know."
"Listen, I was about to take my daily constitutional at the atrium in the back." Father Milton says. "Why don't you come with me and we can discuss this further."
"Okay." Orpheus agrees.
"Sister, please keep watch in my absence." Father Milton instructs the nun.
"Yes, Father." Sister Felicity replies.
As Orpheus follows Father Milton down the aisle, he passes the front pew where the girls he noticed earlier sit, dressed in the same schoolgirl attire as Mitsou, more or less. The first girl had long permed blond hair wearing a blue blazer with the same blouse and skirt Mitsou wears, along with white silk stockings and black patent leather shoes. Next to her sits is a girl with straight and long black hair, dressed in the same uniform. Both girls smile at Orpheus. The girl sitting near them is a red-headed girl, shorter and maybe younger than the two girls she sits with, looking away from Orpheus, as if she tries not to be noticed.
Orpheus proceeds with the priest as they enter the doorway leading to a long hallway with closed doors all the way down.
"What are those girls doing here?" Orpheus asks the priest.
"Oh, they're...volunteers from Willowbrook Academy." Father Milton answers. "They're here to help in matters of the church."
"At this time of night?" Orpheus questions.
Before the priest could explain, shouting and loud noise are heard from one of the room ahead of Orpheus.
"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU CREEP!!!"
The door is quickly swung open and Cupcake bolts out, terrified, wearing only her school blazer. A second later, a heavy set man storms out after her, wearing only a leather chest harness across his hairy chest with leather crouchless chaps and a black ski mask, welding a wide wooden spanking paddle.
"Come back here, you little whore." The masked man yells.
Orpheus is temporally shocked, witnessing the naked pink-haired girl running to him, being chased by what is obviously some pervert who likes to rape young girls before or after spanking them. Orpheus springs into action and runs to Cupcake to aid her. With a swift backhanded throw, Orpheus flings the Bible, spinning like a boomerang, it strikes the sexual predator in the knee. The rapist immediately limps as he continues to pursue Cupcake but slows him down long enough for Orpheus to tac himself on the wall and spring himself to the leather-cladded creep to punch him across the face, causing him to drop his paddle as he collides with the opposite wall. Orpheus grabs the paddle before it hit the floor just as the pervert manages to stop himself from falling and pushes himself off the wall and face the man who assaulted him.
"Do you know who I...?"
Before the man in the ski mask could finish his threat, Orpheus gives a fast and hard backhanded swing of the wooden paddle to his head. The paddle shatters on impact, leaving only the handle. The creep falls backward on to a door and crashes through it, turning and collapsing on his front inside the room.
A brief scream is heard from the room, prompting Orpheus to enter through the remains of the destroyed door and sees the light brunette girl he noticed earlier, wearing only her white knee socks and a candy necklace, clapping her mouth with both hands. On a bed at the end of the small room, lays the middle-aged man she left the nave with, naked and surprised.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Orpheus asks before turning and leaving the room.
In the hallway, Orpheus sees Cupcake, shaking as she keeps her blazer from exposing her naughty bits. He then notices Father Milton approaching and raising a Walter P90 at him.
"I wish you didn't do that." Father Milton scowls. "That man you assaulted is one of our best donators."
Donators? Orpheus thinks.
The door across Orpheus opens and another middle-man steps out with a bed sheet wrapped around his waist to cover. A naked black girl standing behind him, sticking her head out to see what the commotion about is outside. As more doors open, Orpheus looks around the hallway to see at each open door a man steps out accompanied by a naked or half naked girl.
"Oh, fuck me." Orpheus curses himself for being so naive.
If it was any other place other than a church, Orpheus would have realized that he stumbled into a prostitution racket the moment Mitsou introduced herself.
Mitsou stands at the end of the hallway with a donator. She has a wicked smile after witnessing the altercation with Orpheus and Father Milton, knowing she successfully avoided the paddle this time.
* * * * * *
HAG reads on the caller ID of Pin's cell phone, ringing in his hand. Pin takes the gas nozzle from the gas intake of Moth's car, returning it to the gas pump of a Comin'/Going store before deciding to answer.
"Yeah, Mom, what do you want?" Pin speaks to his cell, checking the store to see if Moth is done using the bathroom.
"Hey, sweetie." Patricia's voice is heard, unusually friendly. "I need you to come by the house."
"I told ya, ma, I'm not buying your...feminine products anymore." Pin instantly snaps. "Get your boyfriend to do that."
"No, it's not that, honey." Patricia assures. "Is Moth with you?"
"He's in the can. Why?" Pin asks. "And why are you being so fucking nice all of a sudden?"
"Well...well...I..."
Pin hears the phone on the other side roughly snatched from his mother, followed by a brief startled scream and a loud thud. Then silence.
"Hello, Pin." A male voice is heard. "Do you recognize my voice?"
"SpiderBat." Pin's mouth drops. "What did you do to my mom?"
"Right now, I'm holding her down on the kitchen table by the back of her neck." SpiderBat replies. "Word of advice, for Mother's Day, you should give her a robe that will cover her ass when she's bent over a table."
"If you hurt my mom, I swear, I'll kill you." Pin threatens.
"Like you could." SpiderBat snickers. "I took down you and your pathetic friends at the Carmen without even breaking a sweat. I took down tougher assholes than you. Do you actually think a nobody like you can kill me? If it came down to me and you in a fight to the death, who do you think your friends would bet their money on?"
"Okay, so what do you want?" pleads Pin.
"From you, nothing." SpiderBat answers "I want Moth."
Pin looks through the glass doors of the store and sees Moth at the cashier, chatting with the clerk.
"Fine, I'll give him to you on a silver platter." Pin says.
"Good. Where are you?" SpiderBat questions.
"At a Comin'/Going store on Campbell Street." Pin informs.
"Whatever it is you and Moth are doing, you're gonna take a little detour in front of the Archetype Theatre on Snyder Street and wait for me there." SpiderBat instructs. "Make whatever excuse you need to tell Moth."
"Okay, I do this and you'll let mom go?" Pin asks.
"Yes, I'll be on my way." SpiderBat answers. "But remember this; I know where you live now. Screw me over and I'll be back. Got it?"
As Moth exits the store with a can of Tweak Up, Pin quickly faces away from him, trying to compose himself while keeping his cell phone glued to his ear.
"Yeah, I got it." Pin assures.
After Pin hears the phone on the other end slammed on the receiver then a dial tone, he puts his cell back in his jacket pocket as Moth nears him.
"Who was that?" Moth asks.
"Mom." Pin answers half-truthfully.
* * * * * *
Detective Garbus, stands in the middle of a wide back driveway as the headlights of Cochise's and Gemini Fury's motorcycles shine on him as the two Unholy Riders ride in, partially illuminating the dark driveway. Cochise and Gemini stop and dismount their bikes and walk to Garbus, leaving their headlights on.
"You got something about the fire, Garbus? And who killed Rembrandt?" Cochise demands to know.
"What? No 'Hi Detective Garbus', 'How's your day?', 'How long to retirement?'." Garbus teasingly inquires.
"You called us saying you had info." Cochise gets aggravated as he nears the detective.
"Did I say it was free?" Garbus rhetorically asks.
Cochise clenches his fists to give the cocky Garbus a proper beat down when Gemini quickly stretches her arm in his path, stopping him dead on his tracks. Keeping her arm up, Gemini pulls out a full envelop from her back pocket and flings at Garbus, who catches it after it hits his chest.
"The usual amount, like before." Gemini states. "You can count it, if you like."
Garbus opens the envelop and finds a thick stack of hundred dollar bills inside.
"I thrust you, Gemini." Garbus smiles as he puts the envelop in the inside pocket of his coat. "Now, about the fire. We found only one body inside which was Rembrandt."
"What about his wife, Magga?" Gemini questions. "Where was she?"
"Couldn't tell you." Garbus answers. "Rembrandt was the only body there."
"Any idea who did it?" Cochise asks, somewhat calmer now.
"Where I examined the crime scene, I found remains of some little glass vials, like the ones the Zeds use for their fire-bombs."
"The Zeds murdered Rembrandt?" Gemini asks.
"That's what it looked like, at first." Garbus informs.
"At first?" Cochise repeats.
"I found a witness." Garbus gestures to the bikers to follow him as he steps away.
Garbus leads Cochise and Gemini further down the driveway to a dumpster, where the detective opens the lid and reaches in. After a few seconds, Garbus pulls up Greenie.
"Guys, this is Greenie of the Zeds." Garbus introduces. "Greenie, this is Cochise and Gemini Fury of the Unholy Riders, the same gang as the owner of the tattoo parlor you were found."
An infuriated Cochise stomps over to the dumpster, grabs the arms of the girl held inside and lifts her up and out. Greenie screams from this but stops as the copper-skinned biker with strong arms and killer abs begins to shake her.
"Why'd you kill Rembrandt, junkie?!" Cochise yells.
"It wasn't us." Greenie manages to say. "The Zeds didn't do it."
"Cochise!" Gemini hurries to her lover's side. "Put her down!"
Cochise stops shaking Greenie, keeping up above the ground for a moment before gently lowering her down.
"Don't even think about running." Cochise warns, letting go of Greenie.
"If it wasn't the Zeds who murdered Rembrandt, then who?" Gemini firmly questions.
"They kill some of my friends and took our fire-vials." Greenie explains "They got me and took me with them."
"I can confirm that." Garbus adds. "Several Zeds were found dead in an alley near Gardner Street in what looked like a gang shooting."
"Yeah, Gardner Street. That's where they attacked us." Greenie says. "After they killed your friend, they were gonna kill me in case the vials weren't enough to frame the Zeds, but I got away."
"So who the fuck did it?" Cochise gets impatient.
Greenie shivers as she looks to Garbus with fear and uncertainty. Garbus silently replies with a stern scowl with raised eyebrows.
"The Iron Dragons." Greenie looks back to Cochise. "It was the Iron Dragons that killed your friend and set his shop on fire."
"You sure it was them?" Cochise presses.
"Yeah, it was them." Greenie assures. "They spoke Japanese and I spotted their Iron Dragon tattoo on two of them."
"What about Magga?" Gemini asks.
"They must have taken her with them." Greenie guesses. "She was alive last time I saw her."
"But the Iron Dragons have never worked outside of Little Tokyo." Says Gemini.
"Maybe they've decided to expand." Garbus suggests.
"But why kill Rembrandt and set up the Zeds to take the fall?" Gemini asks. "It doesn't make any sense."
"Makes more sense than it being the Zeds." Cochise replies. "We gotta tell the others."
Without further word to Garbus or Greenie, Cochise makes his way to his Indian motorcycle but Gemini steps to Greenie for some parting words.
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