Prologue
Daemonillisys stepped from the
boat onto the sandy beach of the gulf. There was no moon. The inky blackness of
the night enveloped him within its depths. He kept to the shadows as he made
his way to the place the others had mentioned. It was not far, and as he drew
closer he could see a group standing around an old car with broken windows. It
had belonged to the father of the man he sought, he could feel the love of a
son for his father as he made his way closer to the group. He would be easy to
distinguish from the rest.
The group of men slowly
dispersed as he walked toward them. He knew that they still watched from the
shadows, but they were not there to cause trouble, they were just watching out
for their friend.
"I understand you are the
best at creating documentation for one in need of such service"
" Yo no hablo Inglés, güey.
"
"Yes you do." Daemon
stated.
" Yo no hablo Inglés. "
The man shrugged.
Daemonillisys unfolded the
stack of bills that he was holding and ran his thumb over the edges.
"I suppose your children
do not need food either, or your vehicle does not need a new alternator.
Perhaps your wife does not need to have her wisdom teeth pulled, as I
understand they have been giving her no problem at all."
"Look man, I don't want
any trouble from whatever organization you come from. I don't know anything
about any documentation." The man shot back. Irritation was scrawled
plainly across his face.
"Just like everyone else
you work for, I am a man in need of the paperwork that will make my life easier
here." Daemon countered.
He sighed. "Alright, I
know someone that can help you out. You put that money in an envelope along
with anything specific you want on the documents and which documents you need
and you drop it into locker number six at the local gym. You pull the key out
of that locker and you drop it into the pool there. My friend will take care of
it and you come back and see me in three days right here. Don't wear a wire,
don't bring a friend, and don't act suspicious."
"I could do all of that,
or you could just take the money, walk into your shop here, spend an hour or so
getting what I need, earn a bonus for providing fast service, and in the future
when I run into someone needing such a service I can refer them exclusively to
you."
"Why did you come here güey; how do you know so
much?"
"I heard that you were the
best and if you care to trade me your soul I will tell you more."
"Nah man, I don't need to
know. Besides I am saving my soul for God.
"That is fair."
"What is your name güey?"
"Daemonillisys on the
papers, but you may call me Daemon if you wish."
The
man cocked his head and looked Daemon over. He did not look as if he were
joking about anything he said.
"Damn usually everyone
wants to blend in, not you güey.
Daemon smiled. "It is the
name given to me by my mother, and she was very dear to me."
"I get it man, did she get
tired of using the whole thing every time you got into something?"
"No, actually she used my
entire name every time. The nickname was given to me by a French girl a number
of years ago."
"Are the French girls as
pretty as they say?"
"This one was."
The man shook his head.
"What is your last name and birth date güey?"
"Whatever you choose"
"You got it. You need a
full set of documents?"
"I do."
"Alright
come in, have a seat and get comfortable, it will take me a couple of hours to
get it all done."
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