Tactics

You know how sometimes people describe a good sleep as a deep sleep, well I just had the mother of all deep sleeps, so deep that it took me two days to climb out of it, man there is nothing quite so good a your own bed. When awoke I lay there for a while mulling over the events of the preceding days only deciding to move when the smell of cooked bacon wafted up the stairs and into my bedroom.

“How are you feeling?” Asks McFizzer who was busy at the cooker tending to four eggs he was frying.

“Better thanks, a lot better, my ribs are far less tender and the wound on my arms has completely disappeared, my nose is still sore and I can hide my puffy eyes behind some decent sunnies.”

“I rubbed some more of the potion onto the scar on your arm when you were sleeping, it always amazes me how quickly it repairs the damage.”

I then ask McFizzer something I had wanted to ask him since he first explained about the healing elixir. “Would the potion work on this and the scars on my face and legs?” I hold up my left hand with its ugly fused fingers and claw like appearance.

“Sorry Tavis but for the potion to work it has to be administered almost as soon as the injury is received, if left for any length of time it becomes less effective and eventually does not work at all, those injuries are far to old.” McFizzer slaps a plate down upon the breakfast bar, “ now eat.”

I tuck into the fried breakfast and down three tumblers of fresh orange juice. “Any sign of Drufus?” I ask almost casually.

“Not Yet – it will take him a day or so to track you to this house, don’t worry I am ready for him when he does show.”

“You gonna smack him with the frying pan?” I nod to said item glibly