42 - Point of No Return

~Quinn’s Point of View~

I’d let Ben and Sunny relay the plan to the rest of the council and some others, and they all thought it was insane, just as I had. But they all also valued keeping their heads on their shoulders. There’s no bigger motivation than self-preservation.

I found myself in the Mamanuca Islands in Fiji and I immediately knew I was in the right place. I had to play this right, I couldn’t just come right out and show all my cards. Not to say that I was nervous, it’s not every day you have to talk to a devil, but at least it wasn’t the devil.

I strolled up to a tourist tiki bar and put my hat down on the bar. There were human women everywhere, barely covered with thin scraps of fabric, and I couldn’t even enjoy it. I turned to the man on the stool next to me, who was puffing on a rather nasty smelling cigar.

“I’d have taken you for a Vegas man, but maybe Sin City would make you too much of a cliche,” I said, waving for the bartender.

He laughed and removed his hat as well