Tough break – Taki somehow looked into Joey, and saw that any day now he is going to Goblinize. Anoosheh unfortunately had to make a call, so we’re taking care of Joey now. Goblinization can be hard – some don’t survive the change. Mine went pretty smooth, but maybe the outward change is easier when you’re already a monster inside.
On River Road in Old Jefferson there’s kickboxing gym for the goblinized. There’s no place for the unchanged Joey there, yet. But when he changes, I’m sure he’ll be welcomed. And I’m not sure what set off my Spidey Senses, but I get the feeling that the gym is probably a stop on the “neo-underground railroad”.
After taking care of him the first night at our own places, we feel that this sometimes very loud and violent change would be best done in a remote area. We load up on the recently recovered houseboat that HC owns, and hit Lake Pontchartrain.
Joey asks so I show him how to field strip guns, in this case my .45, while we’re on the boat to pass the time. Considering the trouble that seems to find us, it’s probably not a bad idea. Besides, he’s not that much younger than Kaptain Klutz™ (H.C.) and he has guns.
We motor out far enough that we pass through the media/communications blackout curtain, essentially frying all of our phones. And since the kid got the hang of The Art of Gun (Dis)Assembly pretty quickly, I had HC make an ID bracelet to shoot my .45. I’ve got my .50s, so for the time being the .45 is basically his, if the situation calls for it.
I notice we’ve been drifting, so I try to start engine. No dice. It’s getting to be a bit late, so I drop anchor.
I take first watch. In the middle of the night, two dark figures climb out of lake and slip over railing. The slippery bastards attack me, both hit. The clouds part, giving me a glimpse of these bastards. They’re big, but not as big as me. Oily, scaly, with claws and fish-looking heads. Goddamn Creatures from the Black Lagoon Swamp:
The danger neutralized, I pop an Advil, and change my clip. HC ties up the cocooned/frozen one with some rope, while I have two .50s trained on him, waiting for the inevitable awakening.