Why These Two
by Jackie Ivie
A Vampire Assassin League Novella
“We Kill for Profit”
11th in series
Copyright 2013, Jackie Ivie
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This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cologne was not a good mix with insect repellent. Or sweat. Sandalwood, DEET, and body odor. Darryl turned his head and sniffed. He didn’t need to check for the culprit. The only one upwind of him was Ted. He was also the only one not wearing headgear. Jackass.
“What you looking at?”
Ted’s voice threw out the challenge. Darryl tipped his head to one side as if considering it. The mosquito netting moved with him. So did the insects buzzing about him, drawn by every exhalation of breath. He hated the rain forest. Hated the heat. The incessant rain. The humidity. There was no way to get dry or stay dry. Not even right out of a shower. Clothes clung, stuck with precipitation or perspiration. And that included Ted’s wardrobe as it draped off one huge physique. Ted was the largest of them. Standing a good six foot eight. Close to three hundred on any scale. None of it was table flab. The guy was solid muscle and full belligerence. Crass. Uncouth. Big-mouthed. Big framed. He could more than block an attack. Flatten an opponent. Crush a chest cavity. Slam your ass into next week.