Chapter 3

The sun was rising outside the window, a huge fireball of anger. Yeah, it was gonna be another scorcher, another day of waiting. Looking at the bed, the raven-haired beauty turned to look at me, her perfect breasts moving in unison with her body. “Tyrome! Come back to bed! You’ve only filled me twice this morning!” she cried.

It was the same every morning; had I not been a mage, I know I’d have been dead by now for sure. True, she wasn’t the best lay, but what she lacked in technique, she more than made up for in enthusiasm.

“I’ll be back,” I said as I pulled my shirt on, “Then we can go at it the rest of the day; you know I have to check. It wouldn’t do to piss off your father. Even if he did arrange this.” She pulled a cute pouty face as I leaned down to kiss her, um, just as good as the first time four days ago.

Placing wards around the building, I thought a moment and placed a few under it, too. I can’t be too unsure.

Walking down the street, I headed to the bar, about the only place I went these days with the super sex machine in my bed. Walking in, I waved to the barkeep just as normal, as were 99% of the regulars here in this place. I had just walked to my usual table and sat when a nervous little man walked in the front door. Hmmm, not your usual nervous type; no, this one could give lessons to a Chihuahua. His eyes were shifting to everything in the room; every sound had him about to flee for his life.

I could tell this was an office type of guy with soft, smooth-looking hands and almost alabaster white colored skin, and he looked more like he belonged in a monastery than on the street. Looking closer, I saw it was Ronney, the scared little shit. Why send him? He was terrified at his own shadow, let alone anything else. Sighing, I got up to meet him and led him to the back booth, and immediately he straightened, following me.

“Why do they keep sending you, boy?” I asked him to try and put him at ease.

“They said it would help me to possibly integrate into the normal world. I don’t know Mr. Greenstick. It’s a scary place out here.” He replied though not shaking anymore, his grey eyes were still darting everywhere.

I grinned a little. Ronney didn’t realize it, but he’d already conquered the hardest part, and he’d left the magic world sanctuary. Sitting back, I hoped he had news today, not that I minded having sex all damn day, but I was starting to get restless.

“What you got for me today?” I asked. Ronney gave me an incredulous look as I sighed and briefly waved a hand to make us hidden in plain view.

“Ah! Thank you Mr. Greenstick, the entire council has finally gotten your office ready,” taking out a large manila envelope; he slid it across to me. “Everything is in there, if everything isn’t right, they said you’d know what to do but as I heard them say, they didn’t think you’d have any problems with it.”

Taking out a 3 inch stack of papers of all the information, I passed my hand over it hmmm they did cover a lot I would have thought of. Ronney’s eyes were as big as saucers what? Hadn’t he ever seen a palm read before?

“Tell them it is adequate, for now,” I almost growled to get the point across but thought better of it, I didn’t want the little guy to pass out, and hell, he was already about to piss his pants as it was!

“Thank you Mr. Greenstick, here is the key,” he slid an odd shaped chain across the table to me. “The council said that when your office is officially open they have a big case for you, and your crew.”

With that, he got up and left rather in a hurry. Hell, he couldn’t have moved faster if you’d shot at him.

Well, it was too bad I wasn’t going to have another all-day session with Cynthia. I was finally starting to get used to her soft curves and softer insides. At least her father had everything finally ready. Might as well head back and break the news to her, and lord knows she wasn’t going to take it all that well. Thirty minutes later, I was ducking flying furniture, and what few dishes I HAD, talk about your wild cats! Escaping, I made my way to the old factory building that served as the front for my new job. Now, instead of being the one out there gathering the clues, I would be here pulling the strings, trying to get these kids (they were only 2 or 3 hundred years old) trained enough that they wouldn’t get killed the first day.

Pulling the chain out of my shirt, the back wall shimmered, and a door appeared. On it were the words: OFFICE OF FIELD INVESTIGATIONS, TYROME GREENSTICK.

Hmm, I did strange things to see one name like that. It almost felt important. Walking in, I saw that everything was keyed to my entrance, and I gave the off and on to others, sighing that I knew I had a full day ahead interviewing for staff. Probably in 2 or 3 days, then the real fun started training the green mages that the council sent to me to train. Sitting at my desk, the speaker in front of me buzzed, waving my hand. I responded, “Yes, I’m ready. Please send in the first applicant.”

A door on the opposite side of the room opened and a fairly attractive woman walked in. Handing me her file I palm read it and looked at her, “Miss Toxie, there are several requirements for this job. The biggest of which is a somewhat substantial power level, we may have unwelcomed guests from time to time and I want to make sure you will be up to the task.”