He had never thought he would ever be happy to see someone of the colonel’s ilk, but then the colonel had probably never expected someone like Aldo Kendrick to actually complete what he had originally been asked to do. As he bumbled through the small storeroom and reached the exit to the street, Kendrick pictured the colonel’s impressed face now, perhaps even offering Kendrick a medal for services, a tour of his favourite bawdy houses and restaurants and eventually they would become best friends.
The door to the street slammed open and the smell of blood, Red Wonder and fires assaulted Kendrick’s senses. The first person Kendrick saw was Colonel Quine, which would have pleased him no end if the colonel had not been naked with raw meat in his mouth, an erection in one hand and a sword in t
