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// Epilogue 
// Story: The Transporter 
// by Unit_ZER0 
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After returning through the portal, the end of the job had been somewhat anticlimactic. Cole had met up with Ms. Heartstrings/Micahaelakos, and received the second half of his payment. Then she had returned to her world with a wave. Before she left though, she’d given him a business card, and he’d given her his direct number, to be presented to the Princess of the night.





Now, two days later, Cole sat at Jake’s bar once more. It had been a long day, and the human was looking forward to a hot sandwich and a cold beer. Jake came over with Cole’s beer, and stuck around to chat.

“So, how’d that job for the girl with the funny hair go?”

“Fairly well, all things considered.”

“That’s it?”

“Pretty much. But I will tell you this: Fonzarelli’s boys were right.”

“So they really were in New York?”

“Indeed. And they need services like mine on occasion. Same as anybody else, I guess.”

“So you’ve got another job?”

“Nope, but they’ve got my number.”

As the two humans continued to chat amicably, one of the bar and grille’s other patrons turned her attention to the TV set on the back wall, and sipped her Long Island iced tea. The woman was tall, striking, and wore a white business suit, with a small golden sun pinned to her lapel. As she contemplated the prospects of using the services of the human at the bar, one corner of her mouth turned up in a faint smile, as she focused her violet eyes on the soccer match presented on the screen.