His fist collided with Bulrag’s gritty chin just in the nick of time. “Get out of here kid” said Sam without even looking at the wide-eyed teenager who was obviously dressed by a man interested in making money. Bulrag staggered back, surprised by the blow. He shook the black out of head. Bulrag wasn’t as big as he looked.
“So you’re some hero now, huh?” Bulrag asked accusingly.
“You know what I’m here for. I don’t appreciate getting cut out. I reckon I won’t get it if you are tied up in prison again.”
“Real sorry about that accident you had Sam. Things like that happen all the time in Calthridge”
“Being tossed from a twelve story building by four of your comrades is not an accident Bulrag.” Sam rolled his eyes. Bulrag had more inertia than he had brains. Poor sap probably believed it was an accident, “Now where is it?”
Sam whipped his duster to the side.
“Now Sam, we’s pals right? We’ve had lots of good times. You know I’m a real good friend.”
“Yes I do and know I’m back. Take me to it now Bulrag.”
With that Bulrag shrank about three sizes and lost a great deal of what one may call “shape”. With a sideways glace he started to scuttle off, pausing briefly to make sure Sam was there and was not going to make his miserable life any worse than it already was. He knew; you don’t make Sam angry. After all, Sam’s a good pal.
“Bulrag! For Jiminy cricket slow down.”
Bulrag obeyed. The man followed the lumpy creature into the shadows and down into the sidewalks that lie beneath the modern city. The others would be greatly surprised.
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