GIN01
DATE: 6-1-2020
MANAGER NO. 5
FILE REFERENCE: GIN01
TOTAL: $02.39
Right then—one key down, three to go. If we’ve still got a bit of rabbit left in the hole, maybe the next three’ll all be tucked away in one spot instead of scattered about like a damn Jack’s jigsaw, choice? Least this one’s straightforward; it should be a right lemon squeezy—grab and go. We already know how to get our German bands on some sweet Amazake from Japan, courtesy of Mrs. Mizuki and Miss. Satsuki. No. 17’s been grafting away on a skeleton key that should pop open the door to the distribution center over in Quebec. Trouble is, we ain’t got the foggiest what’s lying in wait for us once we’re there.
From a bit of chinwagging, nosing about, and a few educated punts, here’s what we reckon: it’ll be dark. Dark as a stack of currant buns, maybe darker. The only lights we’ll see in that corner of Quebec’ll come from the marching procession of give-or-take 100 heaps of coke. And seeing as it’ll be blacker than a sweep’s knacker, who better to handle it than my lot: No. 44A, No. 4, No. 6, and No. 224. Just like the old times. ‘Course, we’re short a serpent and a saint, but that’s never thrown a spanner in the works before.
No. 4’s got the muscle to knock out a bull in a china shop. No. 6’ll sniff out the key quick-smart with a shuffle of her cards. No. 224? Sharp as a whistle and fluent in Japanese, in case the locals ain’t too chirpy with the Queen’s. Me? Well, you know me—‘nuff said there. And my golden dove—my own patch of midnight—we’d be lost as a ship without a compass if she weren’t with us. She might not carry a manager’s number, but she’s more “8” than the rest of us put together, choice?
We’ll nip over soon as the geezer’s got his key sorted to work both ways. Wouldn’t want to get trapped on the other side—or other world, as it were. Shouldn’t take more than a day, and No. 44A and I’ll be there to help him out with the elbow grease.