End times: a Gabriel Knight mystery
Chapter 9
by AGM, published on April 14, 2002
Gabriel had finally heard from Mosely, or at least gotten a message from him when he and Grace had arrived at the airport.
Mosely was in New Orleans. And apparently something he was working on, he thought, would interest Gabriel very much.
So Gabriel had gone and changed his ticket to one that would give him a connecting flight to New Orleans. Grace had wanted to come too but Gabriel had convinced her that the best place for her to be was in Schloss Ritter, safe and where he could have her help him if he needed something researched. She had protested, especially since the library was now in her laptop and with her wherever she went, but he won out in the end.
Now they were on the first of a few flights with for them. The only one they’d have together. Gabriel was pretending to be asleep, out of lack of anything worthwhile to say to Grace, but she was busy, typing away looking for any information she could find on “The Hunter of Hunters.”
At one point she got frustrated and began to run her fingers through her hair. Gabriel watched this from the corner of his eye and saw she was wearing a strange bracelet.
Deciding he had been quiet enough, he started to make conversation.
“What’s that?” he asked in as half asleep a way as he could fake.
Grace realized what he was talking about and pulled her sleeve down back over it and turned to him quickly.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
Gabriel really wanted to push her and find out, but the way she had reacted, it had been very unlike her. He decided to let it drop…for now.
“So find anything on the wacko who’s trying to kill us then?”
She sighed. “Nothing really. Theirs absolutely no data here on his talisman. It seems no one, at least not a Schattenjäger has seen it and wrote about it.”
Or maybe they just never lived to write about it, Gabriel thought.
“But you said really. What do you mean by that?”
“Well, it seems like once or twice in the past few hundred years, guys have popped up who have claimed it was their duties and destinies to kill those who were demon hunters. One of them pops up for your great ancestor, you know, the one who lost the Ritter talisman.”
“Does he say anything about them?”
“Not much. Mainly that he thought the boy was possessed and when he tried an exorcism, he found their was no evil spirit in him. Mainly, he was a wacko. So they threw him in jail.”
“Hmmmm. So what you’re basically saying is we have nothing?”
“Basically Knight.”
He took a sip of his soda. “Lovely.”
Last update: October 24, 2007
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