I really hate deja vu moments but in this case I think I will make an exception. I was heading to the cellar to get a closer inspection of the situation involving Sherry’s giving birth to her child but as I descended the steps I had a moment of vertigo. I suddenly saw the image of the pub as a museum and more particularly the image of that robot reading some sort of electronic newspaper. I now could see the headline. ‘Today Marks 100th Anniversary of Heroine’s Sacrifice’ was what it read and there was a picture of statue of a woman and I could tell it was Tequila. Margareta is more busty and Pina Colada as a curvier backside. Then as fast as it came, it left and I was standing on the steps steadying myself against the wall.
Hell Bells! Now I knew what I needed to do to prevent the final vision for the pub of being a dusty museum. It had to prevent Tequila from doing something heroic which gets her killed. It is that action that led the pub down the third option that I had seen in Professor Bourbon’s lab. Now I had the key to keeping the pub alive and vibrant for the next 100 years – win the fight and keep everyone alive especially Tequila. I was beginning to feel that maybe my destruction of Professor Bourbon’s ‘future possibility chair’ might have been premature but then again would I have tried for anything else anyway? Nope, but the technology in the wrong hands was dangerous so zap went my BFG.
My first thoughts were this wouldn’t be so hard. Tequila always seemed so peaceful and simply a damn good barmaid. I quickly had second thoughts however. The one thing that this whole war had showed me is that a whole lot of people in my pub were more than they seemed. I mean Tequila had hardly batted an eye when she drove the pointy end of a broken bat through a vampire. Margareta was one of the best shots with a pistol I had ever seen. Neither of these talents seemed consistent with just being peaceful barmaids. Colonel Gin being so secretive about parts of his plan, two of my band members being secret and deadly warriors and the whole fact that some people seem to know more than they should at times told me there was more than met the eye and it was time to face the truth about it.
I went back to the day I hired Tequila and I realized that she had been the only one who even applied. It didn’t seem odd at the time but then as I thought about it now jobs were scarce back then so why only one applicant? When I formed the band, the six that I ultimately selected were the only ones with talent. I really didn’t have to agonize over a choice. There were countless things like that began to bother me. I was feeling like I had been set up and that feeling never sits well with me.
I didn’t have too long to think about it as I heard Sherry before I saw her. Anyone who hears the scream of a woman in labor knows the sound. I approached the door but realized I couldn’t do much to help and as if on cue with my thoughts Pina Colada exited and when she saw me she put her hand up.
“Boss, you can’t go in. It is already too crowded with me and Vodka.”
“Is she alright.”
“Yes, but her pains are pretty intense. I think I have it under control. You should focus on the battle so she stays safe.”
“Good thing you are a midwife.”
“I am a little more than a midwife. I am actually a nurse.”
“Nurse? Why then do you work here?”
‘I like the job. Besides I am needed here.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t think I should be the one to tell you. You just need to know that Sherry is in good hands.”
“Listen, I just want some answers.”
“I know and it is probably time for some but you need to talk to Tequila about it. I am not the one to say and I have a job to do right now.”
“Ok, I get you.”
I turned and headed back upstairs. I wasn’t mad, just very puzzled. I wanted the truth but to be honest I wondered if I could handle it. God, I was starting to sound like Jack Nicholson. I knew that these people were good people but what I didn’t expect is how good they were at their jobs of killing the bad guys. I had taken me off guard but it was only now that I wasn’t so busy that I could think about it. The one thing that was for sure was the pub was not going to be the same after this was over.
I got to the top of the stairs only to be greeted by Colonel Gin.
“Barkeep, that giant in black armor is back. He and Mr. Lies and the good Sister are across the square. They are waving a white flag and are asking to speak with you.”
“I hope they are here to surrender.”
Colonel Gin chuckled. I guess the Truth will have to wait. I have to go deal with some Lies first.
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