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In His Commissioner’s Secret Service
By Spewin Phlegmout

Chapter 4 Gnome of Your Business

Having landed, Wand waited patiently at the Lost Wages Scareport Roost while the baggage was unloaded from the underbelly cargo cage slung under the dragon; the beast was glad to be resting and eating after its long journey. After witnessing the dragon barbecuing and gulping down live sheep, Wand collected his bag containing bloodballs and clubs, the tools of his trade consistent with his cover as a salesman with UBS - Universal Bloodball Supplies. Checking from time to time to see if anyone was following or especially interested in him, he strode into the terminal building.

A plump Gnome with a grin as wide as his belly rushed forward to greet Wand Wearing a Yellow Crabb Taxi uniform, Fleaneck Lighter introduced himself and led him to the steamcab perched outside. He had offered to carry the bag but Wand held on to it firmly.

“Hot as Ballhella!” Lighter grinned as they stood in the blazing sun, “…. and so are the ladies, the card games and the alcohol. Going three for four isn’t bad in Lost Wages or in bloodball, is it?” The Gnome had a habit of scratching his neck, hence, his nickname. “Good fright, Mr. Wand”

“Call me Jams. It was for me though I can’t say the same for my saddlemate,” Wand summed up his sky-high adventure.

Lighter quipped, “Glad you survived. I would have hated to have made the drive here for nothing in this heat.” In a deep baritone voice, Lighter broke into an obscene version of the classic Take Me Out To See Bloodball. He stoked the steamcab and sped off.

Wand grinned. He had taken an immediate liking to the diminutive spy. He interrupted, “Fleaneck, where are we heading?”

“Why the Slamsingle Casino and Hotel, of course, … it being a lair of our dishonorable Mr. Greenskinner. On the way, I thought I’d get you up to speed about our mutual friend and his singular operations…”