Kicking This Off Right: Pepper Spray for Everyone! (Patreon)

So as of this writing, Good Intentions IV is maybe halfway finished as a rough draft. That means I'm not entirely sure if it's halfway or not. I don't know what gets edited down or cut, I don't know how much more it grows, and I'm not sure when it'll be out.

But I can promise you this: Zafirah is here to call in her debt from Alex. We'll see the commandos from Personal Demons and learn what they were after. We'll learn a whole lot more about Onyx and her connection to Alex. Nazis will be punched.

Sadly, there are sometimes unpleasant consequences to Nazi-punching. You gotta do what you gotta do, though, right?

Strong hands lifted Alex at both arms to haul him out of the mob of screams and shouts. Out of the scrum, his escorts stopped in front of the blurry form of another cop long enough to pass a wet-nap across his face in a single wipe. Then he was deposited in a seat inside the back of a police wagon with his arms still cuffed behind his back. He wasn’t alone long.

“Hey!” Drew coughed as he was shoved into the wagon beside Alex. He’d clearly gotten as much of the pepper spray as anyone. “Officer!”

“What?” grunted the cop.

“You still haven’t advised me of my rights,” said Drew. In spite of his throat, Alex laughed.

“Couple hard core Social Justice Warriors here, huh?” asked the cop.

“God damn right we are,” said Alex.

The dark, blurry shape of the cop climbed back out of the wagon. “You okay?” Drew asked. His face was still puffy and streaked with tears.

“Yeah. You?”

“I’m fine,” Drew plainly lied. “This is what happens when we don’t have Wade to call out a plan before we dive in.”

“I didn’t think they’d go crazy with the pepper spray with their own guys in the mix,” said Alex. “Joke’s on us, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Jason followed soon after. The officers settled him into his seat and stomped out again. He didn’t look much better than the rest. “Oh man,” Jason grimaced. “You’ve actually used that shit on people, Alex? Now I get the demon girlfriend thing, but what does Rachel see in you?”

Alex winced through more tears. “You’re dating a cop!”

“She’s not a cop, she’s an agent. It’s different.” Jason worked up a mess of bile to spit out the open door of the wagon.

“How is that different?” asked Drew.

“She doesn’t fuckin’ drown people in pepper spray!”