Tour guide takes a pet
“Elisie do you like it here?” I ask her. A bloody Mary by the pool
She brightens “yes, yes “ lifting her Mimosa
“I can give you passage to Macedonia if you fancy, no string’s” I offer. She hits me with a pout.
“I left Macedonia on purpose I am an accountant I work hard, for you, I thought I was coming to work, I paid the Chechnyanian’s 30,000 USD. I thought everything would be good.” Elisie said on the verge of tears. I take her hand, and get images of the agency, and staff in city Centre of Skopje. Cerberus is in the process of making of making reservations, and arrangements. He could if he put his three heads to it, come up with, the field unification equation. He remembers to order food. We don't travel like mortals. We will both being in Macedonia, and back before, she awakes.
The Aleksandar Palace
I am in the shape of one of my favourite incarnations. I fund this one on E10th Ave in the East Village.  He was a guitar bum, mourning a girlfriend. It seemed by fighting, and living on skag, cigarettes and whiskey. He is close to Elisie age. He messed up my other incarnation, to be fair, the other incarnation was old, but he nearly decapitated with, a Sykes Fairbairn boot Dagger. Just who’s laughing now Old boy. ” I left NYC soon after he was person of interest in a bit of nasty business. He hang’s out at my villa in hell partying with the fallen angels. Cerberus is wearing a service dog vest.    I am in cheap suit. I want to ooze   yuppie wannabe, perhaps with a touch of PTSD from action Kosovo. In short someone who wanted to get out of town.
The players who enslaved Elisie. The Chechnyanian’s come forward
The one, with no neck, and male pattern baldness asks’
“You’re interested in working abroad?”
“No, you owe my friend Elisie Pavlovski 30,000.00 USD, and I here to collect let’s say with interest 65,000. Cerberus locks the door lowers blinds.
The Chechnyanian’s produce AK’s we morph to our true forms, to their horror. Baldie starts empty clips, as do the others except for one who runs. Let him tell his story. He will be institutionalized. I drain, Cerberus devours. We step outside the repo man is there. He’s been busy. You know when they say, “Hell ain’t   half full? It’s true.
“Getting a shade moralistic in your second millennium” Repo man, tells us.
“No, Vidi Veni Vici, payback is a serious mother fuck” I answer
“ Wasn’t that, your cousin? You two have so much in common like say Cleo” Repo man say’s and disappears. He loves getting in the last word.
Back at my house Elisie is waking up. She sees me Cerberus by the pool. My phone rings it’s a 310 area code. I know who it is “ “Hello Cleo”
“Repo Man says you have some blonde pet you really like” Cleo said the line goes dead Cerberus. Goes by Elisie. Cleo is 2054 years old when she gets ticked off it’s not pretty.