Showdown at the OK Corral...Part 2

It is not an easy thing to try and find a place to meet one’s arch enemy. It has to be somewhere public enough that neither party can rig the situation very easily, but it can’t be so public that your meeting will draw unwanted attention. Of course, it doesn’t much help when you are trying to set up such a meeting between a Herman Muenster/Frankenstein zombie and a vampiric looking bastard who is at least four thousand years old and travels with an entourage of thugs and goons that even Dick Cheney would envy-- the task becomes nigh impossible to manage.

Luckily, there is one place where this kind of freak show meeting could take place and be public enough to serve our needs, but in reality go unnoticed by the surrounding people...the Michigan Renaissance Festival in Holly--taking place just about every weekend in August and September.

One disadvantage of this choice of meeting places was when Ravyn clapped her hands together and exclaimed, “Oh goody- I have just the costume for you!” Remembering the Keith Richard’s like get-up that she and the Frau had trundled me into on our way to Vegas, I was more than a little leery. Once I saw the outfit though, my fears were slightly allayed-it was mostly black studded leather armor and boots, with a barbarian looking helmet to cover my rather ghoulish appearance. One major advantage of this outfit was that I would be able to wear the Witchbane blades of Diego and Herlinda out in plain view-they just had to be peace bonded, or at least APPEAR to be peace-bonded...

Another advantage, at least in mind, was that if the shit hit the fan at this place and Ravyn had to start throwing Fire, it would look like some sort of planned event that would really wow the crowd. But, I was sure hoping things wouldn’t go that wrong in the first place.

Drake was surprisingly amenable to a meeting, letting me name the place, date and time for our encounter. I was able to reach him by drawing upon one of Daniel’s rather recent memories of when he had called Drake up to plead for his life.

With Ravyn easily agreeing to watch my back, and Drake easily agreeing to my choices for the time, date and place of the meeting, it actually started to look like a plan was about to fall into place...

But, as I learned in the military, even the best laid plans last only until the first shot is fired...then all Hell breaks loose...