The Exile Episode 45

When the band began to play its familiar closing song, the lights came on. Club regulars threw back the last of their drinks and headed for the door. With a heavy hand, security cleared out a few stragglers and then locked up for the night.

Still stunned, I watched as this beautiful woman commanded a giant of a man with a word or a lift of her hand. Michael Minos began setting chairs in a neat row up front facing the stage.

“Bag,” Circe ordered Minos.

Minos nodded, and without a word turned and disappeared into Circe’s office, closing the door behind him.

“Please sit,” she requested.

As everyone sat down, I dropped into the nearest chair and watched as Minos returned with a small couch flung over his shoulder and a large duffle bag in his left hand. He put the couch down near Cazonetti then reached over with one hand and lifted the unconscious man, gently laying him on the couch.

I leaned over toward Jeckle, who sat next to me, and asked, “What is all this?”

“This is the fun slash uncomfortable part,” Jeckle said.

Before I could ask him what he meant, Circe walked up to face everyone then turned her head toward me.

Lorelei and Delilah came up and stood just behind her. Delilah still glistened with sweat, and Lorelei’s eyes flashed. Despite their perfect beauty, I found myself becoming less enamored of them. Circe held me in a steady gaze for what seemed like an eternity, and when she finally spoke, her voice rang like fine crystal.

“I can see why she likes you,” Circe said.

“Who?” I pursed my lips to ask, but no sound came out.

“You have escaped death and so death stalks you, taking down others in your wake. You are dangerous, adapting to every challenge. Nothing less than the wrath of the gods will destroy you,” Circe said.

“What?” I mumbled, utterly confused.

Just then Cazonetti began grumbling as he slowly came too. Circe floated over to the couch and looked down at him while Lorelei and Delilah moved around on either side of her.

He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm and glanced up to see the three women above him.

“Either this is an amazing dream or a horrible experience,” Cazonetti said.

“I would love to let Michael peel you like a potato and hang you from your feet, but it seems Calypso has a purpose for even you,” Circe said.

“Here this belongs to you,” she said, dropping the duffle bag in his lap.

Cazonetti hesitated then cautiously opened the bag. When he saw its contents, his eyes widened with shock and he looked up at Circe.

“Really?” he asked.

Circe simply nodded.

Cazonetti reached into the bag and pulled out a set of gun belts and a long coat. He stood, a big smile working its way across his face, and strapped on both gun belts then slid each of his arms through the coat sleeves.

I had not understood why they called him the Coyote, but when he put on that coat, somehow the nickname fit.

“The exile will need you,” Circe said.

“We good?” Jeckle asked.

Circe nodded.

“All right,” Jeckle responded. “Now here’s the plan.”

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