Exton

Jean-Marc waits impatiently in the back of his sedan. Byron drove him and one his most trusted pets into town to see about delivering a package. He was certain no one would notice a dark, plain car that looked just like a thousand others driving around the city. If need be, he could park this in the barn and use one of the others. Byron was sporting a rather large bandage to the side of his head, which he toyed with absentmindedly.

Jean-Marc rubbed the side of his face, the long scratches still visible. Such a temper. But that wont last much longer...

The girl gets back in the car, “It's done. Should be delivered to the tavern early this evening. They stopped asking questions after I gave them the money.”

“Splendid. Lets get back then. We wouldnt want to miss any of the fun.” The only regret Jean-Marc had was the fact that he couldnt see the package delivered, or opened. He smiled grimly, What I would give to see the look on that gargoyles face when he sees her fancy bra in pieces and covered in blood. I wonder if he will realize that it fell apart when she was whipped?

Jean-Marc smiled, pleased with himself. The insults and embarrassment he had endured would soon be avenged. He intended to make good use of this chance he had been given. With any luck he would kill all of the gargoyles when he was done playing with them....