Sneak Peek: How the Pros Party (Patreon)

Another snippet from Good Intentions IV. As always, there's a party. As promised, Zafirah is back to call in her debt from Alex. And if you enjoyed Sierra from Personal Demons, I have good news! She's back!

Also, she's a little intense.

“This ‘ball’ is a matter of reconnaissance and subterfuge.” Lorelei looked around the table, but her eyes settled on Zafirah. “The event will draw in enemies from all sides. We are there to determine the nature of the host family and their plans, nothing more. Our goal is to leave as quietly as we arrive. We are not there to start a fight.”

“Or steal anything,” Rachel added, her eyes also turning to the jinn. “That would probably start some shit.”

“An alliance of supernatural factions is a threat to us all,” Zafirah conceded, her hands spread wide. “I wish to find information that can be used against them. I do not seek a confrontation.”

“So what do we need to fit in at a boogeyman’s ball?” asked Drew. “Suits and a couple of limousines? We already rented cars and smuggled guns.”

“Appropriate attire is our first concern, yes,” said Zafirah. “Even our ‘escorts’ will need tailored clothing. Expedient service is all a matter of money, which I have, but the sooner we move on it, the better. I’m afraid several of you must come shopping with me,” she added with a wink.

“Don’t bring anything with your name on it,” Sierra spoke up firmly. “Leave your wallet and all that shit here. Don’t bring any jewelry you care about. Do not bring your hotel card keys. We’ll figure something out for that. Everyone wears gloves. Everyone carries a pen, a black sharpie, a good lighter, a couple alcohol swabs, and a couple matchbooks from nonsense places. Everyone needs a set of standard-size handcuff keys and whatever size pocket knife they can get away with. And we all need burner phones, obviously. I know the good ones. We set a handful of code words to call for help, to bail out, and to warn of specific threats. We need to memorize the map for two blocks around the party and come up with at least three escape routes and codes for those, too.”

No one spoke. Everyone stared at her.

Sierra rolled her eyes. “This shit is basic, guys.”

“You might wanna write all that down for us basic kids,” said Wade.