As you lot ‘ave likely noticed I’ve been out of sight (not all that unusual for me) and out of touch. You see, after my last post, those black ops blokes caught up with me, and Lee, and Tarot, as well. In all the confusion, Tarot and I were separated. Thanks to Rebel and his team, Lee and I were set free but not before they’d taken us across the Pond. As luck would have it, circumstances were such that I had the somewhat good fortune to be teamed up with Molly Walker, who can find anyone anywhere, even me. Given that, findin’ one barmy seer would be child’s play. And yeah, that pun was intentional. But first I needed some less conspicuous clothing. I really didn’t need to look like I’d left a psych ward if and when I decloaked, not to mention that the hospital type garb the black ops group had given me weren’t terribly warm.
Bein’ on the run and invisible, I couldn’t exactly just pop into a store and shop. I haven’t had a steady job since the Company fired me, literally. Almost actually terminated me for good. But anyway, like I said, I couldn’t shop properly, so Molly and I absconded into a store, invisibly, so I could nick what I needed. She didn’t like what I was doin’ but I reminded her that if I decloaked and tried to buy anything, not only was there the fact I’m likely on an international most wanted list in addition to whatever list that black ops team’d had, and the fact I look like I escaped an insane asylum, there was also the fact that I didn’t have any money and neither did she. That got her to stop whitterin’ but I could still feel her diapproving looks. Maybe when she’s a bit older she’ll understand about ‘aving your own personal code. When you have a talent for hidin’, you’re on the run, and have no cash, stealin’ is OK. I also nicked a 6 pack of beer while at the store. I was gonna nick Molly some soda but she didn’t want any.
My next task was to find a map and a photo of Tarot. You see, Molly needed a picture to find my current partner in crime, which, thanks to the internet wasn’t too hard to come by. Molly didn’t care to stay with me as she had other plans (plus she doesn’t like that I nick things), and I won’t say just what young Miss Walker has planned but suffice to say I made sure she was both safe and where she wanted to be, before we parted ways. I also made a mental note to have a good long talk with Tarot about the pics (and other things) that she chooses to put online. While it made my findin’ her via Molly easier, no tellin’ whom else it may have led to her and it’s likely why they grabbed her beyond the fact that she’d been ‘angin’ about with me.
Between all that’s been goin’ on, the nagging from Molly about nicking stuff, my gift, and Tarot’s gift, there’s this carnival, Sullivan Brothers, that I’m thinking the two of us ought to see if we can join. Something besides Tarot’s ability tells me we won’t be the only specials there. I had a butcher’s at them on the way to collecting Tarot, and they seem like a decent bunch. Something I don’t often find. I reckon they ought to be good cover for an invisible man and a seer. Whether they want us or not and how long we’ll be with them for, I can’t really say. Some’ow I think we’ll fit right in and besides, who else knows better about hidin’ in plain sight than I? I’ll let you lot know how it pans out, provided I don’t get detained again and provided they don’t object to Tarot or I bloggin’ about it.