Tales of Aradia The Last Witch Volume
am still alive .
Furthermore, he was able to track Tavis's movements so whenever he
went Keon still found him. His pocket vibrated and Tavis closed the
switchblade to plunge his free hand into his jeans. Speak of the
devil, he pulled out his Android phone and saw that he had
received an email, what does that bastard want now?
    He read the lengthy email with great reluctance.
However, by the time he had finished his narrowed eyes had widened
dramatically.
     
    Tavis burst into the hotel room while brandishing his
phone. "Hey bros! Heads up."
    The room was a step up from the dirty bench he had
just been laying on but not that much. The place reeked of booze,
the wall paper was peeling, and carpet was stained. The bed sheets
were frayed and the pillows even had patches on them.
    Dunc was flipping through a Hustler magazine with his
headphones on. He wore a Grateful Dead t-shirt, long black ripped
jeans, and blue striped Vans. Tavis could hear a bit of Dunc's
music and the shower running.
    He then sighed and yanked the headphones off of
Dunc.
    "Hey! What the hell?!" Dunc sat up and tried to
wrench the headphones back. "What is your problem man?"
    Tavis yanked the headphones away further. "Yo!
Korrigan! Get out here already."
    "I am in the shower!"
    "I don't care," Tavis bellowed, "get out here
now."
    They both heard a loud sigh and a silvery squeak
which was soon followed by a loud banging of the bathroom door.
From out of the steamy room emerged a muscular guy with a white
towel wrapped around his waist. He was drying his hair with another
when he muttered, "what?"
    Tavis grinned broadly. "I got great news."
    "Yeah?" Dunc inquired.
    "Yeah," Tavis stated, "we are going to Salem."
     
    Korrigan dropped the towel. "Wait what? Salem? As in
Salem, MA?"
    Tavis nodded.
    Dunc, however, just shrugged. "Why do we need to go
to that crappy place?"
    Tavis handed him his cell. "This is why."
    Dunc rolled his eyes before reading the email. His
reaction then became like that of Tavis's. "Is this for real?" He
cried before jumping to his feet.
    Tavis just nodded while Dunc gasped in disbelief.
    "How can you be so sure?" He finally asked.
    Tavis shrugged, reluctantly. "This is why we are
going to Salem. We need to make sure that what Keon says is
true."
    "Keon?" Korrigan spat, "your old slave driver? Oh I
am sorry I guess the proper term is commander."
    Tavis brushed aside the sarcasm. "It doesn't matter.
Yes, Keon and I had our...differences in the past but he knows he
can't boss me around anymore."
    Korrigan crossed his arms. "So what? This new info is
a sign of good will or something?"
    Tavis couldn't help but chuckle. "No but even after
forty years he still knows my goals in life."
    "You mean," Dunc said while cracking his knuckles,
"establishing ourselves as our own power."
    Tavis shrugged. "More or less."
    Korrigan's arms were still crossed. "So what? We
follow this piece of info and actually believe that your foe wants
to help us?"
    Tavis exhaled a breath through his nose. "In all
honesty Korrigan, I don't think we have a choice?"
    "What do you mean?"
    "See for yourself little bro!" Dunc tossed the phone
to Korrigan.
    He barely managed to catch it with his wet fingers.
Tavis twitched as the water drops from Korrigan's hair dropped onto
his phone's screen.
    Korrigan practically gasped after reading the last
line. "Are you serious?"
    "We don't know Korrigan," Dunc said as he got up and
went to his side. He peered over his wet shoulder at the
touchscreen. "There is a chance that this is just a hoax..."
    "However," Tavis interrupted, "do we really want to
take that chance? If its real...well." He shrugged.
    "If its real," Dunc added as he leaned in and
whispered into Korrigan's ear, "then you won't be alone anymore.
You will finally have found someone as freaky as you!"
    Korrigan dropped the phone and slammed his fist into
Dunc's face. As soon as Dunc hit the wall, Korrigan gripped his
throat. Several seconds later, there was a smell of

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