Light Work

83.

"Well they're dead, or I should say redead, its always one of those things with undead things, are they really dead or were they ever really alive?" Gilbert's original target was a singular thing, but by the time he was done there were well over forty of the things dead near him. He had been on the phone with Clarissa, she was providing tactical assistance looking up the schematics of the old school he'd found his targets in. It reminded him of being in the army and it was comforting to an extent even if it only happened because Clarissa was badly hurt.

"So that's two more off the list this week, keep going like this and the devil will own your soul by the end of the month." Gilbert chuckled, he and Clarissa both figured the Devil was setting up to screw him over, but a job was a job even if it was with the lord of lies.

"That's something else I need you to look up now that you're getting better at working the keyboard with one hand."

"Like a thirteen year old boy with his first computer in his room."

"Gross, accurate, but gross."

"What do you need?"

"Deals with the devil and how to get out of them."

"Oh important stuff, I can always ask our resident former Demon."

"Was planning on it, just don't tell Doris she'll throw a fit, does she know you broke your arm?"

"She knows I got hurt and I'm taking time off." Gilbert chuckled again.

"Well you might want to tell her the broken arm thing before the 'how do you get out of a deal with the devil?' thing, just like speaking from personal experience."

"I'll keep that in mind." Clarissa hung up and Gilbert chuckled again to himself. He was thankful with the kind of goo and guts he was standing in he had put vaseline under his nose, he was sure it smelled terrible. Gilbert was outside eyes adjusting from the difference in light when he was hit with the spot light.

"Mr. Dunkley." It was a confident voice, one that spoke of getting what it wanted. Gilbert couldn't see, but he could figure what was waiting for him, he calmly reloaded one of the .45's.

"Be with you guys in a minute."

"Do you really think bullets can stop us Mr. Dunkley?" Gilbert racked the slide and took aim at the light.

"Sure, I mean it's all in the proper application of said bullets." He fired at the light and the night once again took over the front of the run down school.