JP - Finally getting a Lead

“Shut. Up.” Drizzt ordered and kept driving. When they stopped for gasoline, he would make a call to Loreen for information and get some clue to where Tzeitel and James might be, so he set up his navigation to lead them to the location.

Clonestone got some magazines from the gas station. He settled in the passenger seat and flipped through them. “They never have any blood in these damned things you can get from the gas station.”

“That’s because most people don’t like to see blood all over someone…” Drizzt grumbled in irritation as he drove them toward the location he’d been given. “You better not do anything in my car.”

“I like seeing blood running and pooling beneath them.” Clonestone said with a sigh. “I need a pitstop.”

“We just got back on the fucking road!” Drizzt replied. “Hold it for an hour, you pig!”

“I really have to go.” Clonestone said, squirming on his seat in discomfort. “Just pull over.”

Drizzt sighed heavily and pulled over, putting the car in part. “Get the fuck out.”

Clonestone hopped out of the car, not bothering to close the door after himself. He just stood on the side of the road and got to work.

Reaching over, Drizzt slammed the door shut so he wouldn’t have to hear anything. “Idiot…” He grumbled, tempted to just drive off and leave Clonestone where he was.

Clonestone finally finished and got back in the car. He gave a sigh as he buckled his seatbelt and seemed to be touching everything. “You really should try that.”

“No thanks.” Drizzt said and suddenly had metal pin Clonestone’s wrists to the sides of his seat. “Now be smart and sit still!” He slammed on the gas and got them moving again, making people honk at them once more.

“What the hell- this is cruel and unusual torture!” Clonestone complained.

Drizzt formed a wall around Clonestone so he wouldn’t have to listen to him for the rest of the ride to their next destination. It wasn’t until they reached the motel that he released Clonestone from his…punishment.

“My balls have been itching for hours!” Clonestone complained, scratching himself as he escaped the car. “You’re a sadist!”

“So are you,” Drizzt muttered and got out of the car to check into the motel for them. They had separate rooms this time. Thank God! He thought and made a call about their targets, stubbornly trying to find them.

Meanwhile Clonestone was having a prostitute sent to his room.

That was when Drizzt finally got a slight lead. While in his room, he stared at the phone number he’d been given. For some reason he was hesitant, worried he would say the wrong thing and they’d all think he was all for MegaCorp. He’d been under cover for years now and wondered if he would ever get out…

Letting out a deep sigh, he closed the door to his room and called the number. It was Tzeitel’s number.

There was a knock on Drizzt’s door. He would find a watermelon with a hole drilled in it. A banana was on the floor next to it.

Drizzt glared at it and slammed the door shut, locking it as he waited for an answer. “God fucking damn it! He’s driving me up a wall!”

Drizzt might hear screaming coming from Clonestone’s room. Clonestone had his prostitute gagged and face down into a pillow so Drizzt might be spared from hearing it.