Sometimes things don’t quite work out as you planned but that is OK. Tequila and I originally requested that maybe Margarita would train Connie in the use of pistols but to be frank that didn’t quite work out. Connie just couldn’t get the hang of it so I told her to go try out everything and see if there was something she was good at as far as weapons. If nothing else it kept her mind off things involving Lucy-fer. She tried everything. in the end though she found a couple things that she could work with – crossbows and knives.
The next few weeks she trained hard in firing her crossbow which was a small light model. The Silver Shields actually had lots of these and they made her’s special order from parts of several. She did set down with Margarita but it was about how to make different arrowheads with different substances that work well against vampires and other monsters. In addition she learned to knife fight and she found that the larger Bowie knife fit her bill much better but she also had a knack for small throwing knives. She trained nearly twelve hours a day except weekends. Finally, one day she announced that she thought she was ready. So I found myself sitting outside the bathroom in the mansion with Tequila waiting for her to give us her new look for joining the fight. When she finally came out my jaw fell open.
She was dressed in something resembling a lingerie outfit. It had a corset type top, a bikini style bottom and stockings. The things were leather of course and colored green. The stockings were however red. The boots were knee high and also green. She had finger-less gloves that were red and she had a hooded cape over her shoulders that was also red. The cape part only came over her shoulders but the hood definitely covered part of her face in shadow so it made her look mysterious. She was bristling with knives. The top of each stocking circles with a leather garter that had five throwing knives each on her left hip was a Bowie knife with a red hilt. The crossbow was slung across her back and there was a belt quiver on the back of her belt in easy reach of her left hand behind the knife. She flashed me a naughty smile.
“Well, its Little Red Riding Hood with a crossbow and knives. The Big Bad Wolf never died at the hands of something so sexy.”
My words lightened the mood a little s both girls laughed. Truth be told Connie was now more confident and quite frankly deadly. She now could be considered a genuine asset for the Silver Shields. I informed the central office and they listed her as an agent. She hugged me when I told her the news.
“We need to try it out. We need a mission that the three of us can do together.”
Connie was persistent and Tequila basically thought it was a great idea as well so I began to look at the reports. I didn’t find anything at first but then I found a report about some mysterious activity down the coast at a resort. The report was that there had been some suspected vampire activity that way and it has been slated for investigation but no team was available.
“OK, how about a honeymoon? Vampire hunter style of course.”
The girls readily agreed. It would be a good breakaway for all of us as we had never really done a honeymoon with all three of us. The resort was one I had been to before for an overnight so I knew it was gorgeous and had great service. It also had a honeymoon suite that at this time of year would probably be empty.
“Boss, we could go for two weeks. The only problem I see is that the second week will be spring break season.”
That meant college kids for at least part of this excursion. But that also had an interesting thought behind it. Why would the vampires like the resort so much? It might simply be that this was a good way to spread their disease. it meant their really might be a Big Bad Wolf at the end of this thing. I called and made reservations for two weeks in the honeymoon suite.
We packed up for two weeks and left Colonel Gin in charge. The driver loaded our car with our bags and we all got in. Looks like we were in for an adventure after all.
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