- •Reapers, Inc. - Brigit's Cross Prologue
- •1: The Day the Sky Fell
- •2: Things Broken
- •3: Stalked
- •4: Someone to Watch Over
- •5: The Bleecker Street Café
- •6: The Reaper’s Field Guide
- •7: Training Day
- •8: Explanations
- •9: Organizing the Organization
- •10: The Queen That Never Was
- •11: Bobby Hooper
- •12: Moving On
- •13: A Wish to Forget
- •14: For the Love of Dillon
- •15: Seamus Flannery
- •16: Dealings
- •17: Assigned with Seamus
- •18: Reaping the Chupacabras
- •19: Decisions
- •20: Mama Dee
- •21: Belinda Yaris
- •22: Seamus on Fire
- •23: The Reaper’s Apprentice
- •24: Mr. Blackwick’s Discoveries
- •25: Edmund j. Polly
- •26: The Confabulating Irishman
- •27: Brigit’s Side
- •28: Fascination
- •29: Mama Dee, Part II
- •30: Maggie
- •31: The Ire of Mr. Flannery
- •32: The Heaviness of it All
- •33: The Break
- •34: Back in the Swing
- •35: Hearing Matilda Sing
- •36: The State of Reapers, Inc.
17: Assigned with Seamus
Brigit returned to the office the next morning just as the sun was beginning to rise. Maggie had cried herself to sleep and had slept fitfully through the night. Brigit had kept a watchful eye on her, leaving the room only once when she heard a quiet knock at the front door. Wary that it might have been a repenting Lorena Rubens, Brigit had left her partner’s side to peer through the peep hole at Mama Dee. The little old woman knocked lightly once more, but shook her head and crossed the hall to her own apartment when it became apparent that Maggie was either not home or just being anti-social. Brigit felt bad for her old friend. She could only imagine the loneliness Mama Dee was experiencing now that Maggie was exploring beyond the boundaries of her life without Brigit.
“You’re here,” John greeted as Brigit appeared in the doorway to his office. She looked to the corner where Seamus had been seated the evening before and noted that he was absent for the time being.
“Did you think I wouldn’t be?” Brigit asked as she approached his desk and reached for the pile she assumed was her work load for the day. John waved his hand at it and passed her a portfolio he had been reading through.
“I knew you would be in, just not so early. I take it that you’ve made a definitive decision regarding Maggie?” Brigit nodded silently. “Good. Here, I need you to take this and assist Mr. Flannery in its execution,” John said as Brigit received the extended portfolio. “He’s out on a few minor assignments at present. However, I believe he will need your assistance on this particular one. Reap the souls by any means necessary.”
“Why not assist him yourself?” Brigit asked as she briefly glanced at the names embossed across the cover.
“Because, darling,” John sighed as he picked up a handful of portfolios to the right and waved them as proof that he had better things to do, “I have found potential recruits that may allow me to reopen one of the European offices. If I can manage to convince them of the benefits of joining the firm, I can return a good portion of our present waiting workload to their responsibility.”
“I see. How long will this take you?” Brigit asked.
“I’m hoping to only be gone a couple of days. I don’t know. My Italian is somewhat rusty, so I’m hoping I’ll be able to communicate effectively enough to accomplish what I have in mind,” John explained as he reached for his suit coat and began to shrug it on. “In the mean time, you are in charge. If you need me, just call out.”
Brigit nodded and watched as John pocketed the portfolios and strode out of the office. She glanced again at the names on the portfolio he had given her. They were unfamiliar to her; but then, most names were unfamiliar to her until she read the contents of their lives. In the mean time, she had to find Seamus in order to give him the new assignment. Since she had not been present when he took his current assignments, she was unsure where to begin in looking for him. Instinctively, she retrieved the Reaper’s Field Guide from her coat pocket and flipped to the last page.
“Where is Seamus Flannery?” she grumbled as she gazed at the blank page. It took only a second for the words to appear across the blank page: Pier 13, San Francisco.
Brigit closed the book and returned it to its place in her coat pocket. She picked her umbrella out of the umbrella stand and walked down the long hall. It was inevitable, she thought to herself as she approached the main door. Eventually, she knew, she was going to be partnered with the red-headed Irishman whose comments and insights seemed to find all the right buttons to push under her skin.
Pier 13 was bustling with mortal life when Brigit arrived. As she moved through the throng of workers going about their business with ease, her eyes scanned the area for the flaming red hair that crowned Seamus Flannery. She had learned during the past couple of months to note the difference between a mortal and a spirit. The energy vibrations were different. A mortal’s vibration was strong. It created waves of outward-emanating energy as the mortal moved about. A spirit’s vibration was more subdued. There were no waves surrounding a spirit as it moved. The vibration seemed to remain contained to the immediate space where the spirit happened to be.
Seamus was scuffling in the furthest corner of the warehouse with the soul he had been sent to pass over. Brigit stood quietly watching them tussle. She noted the look of fear on the assigned soul’s face as he tried to fend off Seamus’ blows. However mean this soul had thought he could be, Brigit mused, he had met his master in Seamus Flannery. With that thought, Brigit noted the look of delight on Seamus’ face as he took another swing at the soul he had been sent to cross over. John had been right. Seamus Flannery was perhaps the perfect person for the job of the harder assignments. Brigit could tell the Irishman really got into his work.
When Seamus finally wrestled the man toward the opened doorway, he easily pushed the soul through it and slammed it with a force that made her flinch. Even the mortals in the closest vicinity seemed to hear the slam and reacted by stopping their work to quickly glance around them before shaking off their sudden fear and returning to work despite their new uneasiness. Brigit remained still as she continued to watch him. He casually walked to the wall and stooped to pick something up. As he straightened, the item dangled from his fingers as he appraised it. It was a gold locket. Brigit watched her colleague open it to look at the pictures glued inside before stashing it in his coat pocket. When he turned, Seamus finally noticed her.
“Oh, hello, lass,” he greeted, forcing a charming smile to his face. “What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“John sent me,” Brigit replied evenly. “What was that you put in your pocket?”
“Just a token,” Seamus answered. “It fell off him during the fight. He won’t miss it,” the Irishman decided out loud. “Besides, t’was a fair fight. Conqueror takes all, ye know what I mean?”
“Hm,” Brigit grunted. She eyed the other Reaper for a moment, wondering how many other ‘tokens’ he had snicked as a reward for his accomplishments.
“So, what does our fearless leader need of me today?” Seamus inquired as he reached into his coat and withdrew the crumpled pack of cigarettes from their resting place. Brigit noted it was the same pack he had been pulling from the night they had recruited him. It was never empty, only crumpled.
“He assigned you this and he’s asked me to assist you with it,” Brigit explained as she withdrew the file John had given her before his departure. “He’s left for Italy for a few days to do some recruiting.”
“I see,” Seamus said as he exhaled the smoke through his nostrils and reached for the file Brigit held out for him to see. “Why would he think I need back up?” he asked as he scanned the contents.
“It contains multiple souls. I suppose he thought back up might even the playing field for you,” Brigit explained. “Are you finished here?”
“Aye,” Seamus smiled. “Just let me fetch me walking stick,” he said. Brigit nodded and stepped back as the other Reaper went to retrieve the shelaighley he had set aside so that he might use his fists instead. Once it was in hand, he turned and smiled the charming smile again. “Ready when ye are, lass…”