Myth 18 - MythChief Asprin, Robert (urban books to read TXT) 📖

any jobs yet. I don't even really know what I'm going to be doing yet.”

“Really?” Gus asked, looking surprised. “With all the people who've been walking in and out, I thought you had lined up a dozen missions already. I mean, Tanda and the others have been in here every day, watching out the front window.”

“They have?” I felt guilty all over again. I guess they were still upset if they never came in to visit.

“Yeah. They're curious about how you're doing.” Gus tilted his head. “What do you want me to tell them?”

I sighed. “Tell them the truth, Gus. I don't lie to them. I... I've just been so busy getting set up, I haven't seen much of them. It's my fault.”

“Well, Skeeve, I'm sure it'll all be okay. In the meantimeif you meant it. ..” “I meant it,” I assured him. “Once I know what I'm do-​ing, if I can use you, I will.” The big gray face split in a grin. “You're a pal.”

I dodged the usual noisome and noisy traffic crossing the street again. When I approached the tent I was surprised. The crowd that had been hanging around for the last few days had dispersed. Completely. I peered up the street. Perhaps Bunny had asked the throng to make a little room for newcomers to enter and make appointments. I poked my head inside.

“There you are,” Bunny said. I extended the folded paper bag to her. “Thanks. I need that.” She put a straw into her milk shake.

“Where are all the clients'?” I asked.

“No clients,” she said simply. “All the curiosity-​seekers have gotten a look at the new premises. You've turned down jobs from all the prospects who made appointments. They started talking to one another when you took a break, and they just left.”

“Oh,” I said. “I didn't anticipate that. So, no one's going to hire me?” I felt my heart drop to my knees.

Bunny reached over and patted my hand. “Just be pa-​tient. Let's distribute some more cards, and see who turns up.”

The next visitor wasn't a potential client, but an old friend. The lent flap yielded to a scaly green hand. I was out of my seat and halfway across the room before I realized that the Pervect entering my office was not Aahz.

“Hi, Pookie,” I said, slowing to a walk. My heart took a little longer to return to its normal pace. “Hi, Spider.”

Aahz's cousin was a good deal younger than he was, a lot more slender and, if you can believe it of a Pervect, more formidable-​looking. She favored clingy jumpsuits, which served to distract opponents and conceal a surpris-​ing number of weapons, considering how tightly they hugged her body, an action I was very unlikely to emulate. We shook hands. Behind her was a skinny Klahd female whom I recognized as Spider. The two of them had been working together both as operatives for M.Y.T.H., Inc. and on their own. Spider gave me a shy grin.

“How's it going?” she asked.

“All right so far,” I said cautiously.

“You don't have to try and fool us, Skeeve,” the Pervect said, showing her four-​inch teeth. “Thanks for the refer-​rals, by the way. I just got back from bringing a runaway Nymph home to her family. Guido is out on a job to negoti-​ate the return of a family heirloom. The clients said you told them to come to us, but not to tell us you sent them. That wasn't necessary.”

“Is everyone still mad at me?” I asked. I didn't mean to sound plaintive, but I guess I did.

“No one's really mad,” Spider said. “We were a little surprised, I suppose. It's funny: after all of them wishing for so long that you would come back, when you did turn up, they didn't react too well.”

“It's my fault,” I said. “I guess I should have come in and talked about it before.”

Pookie shook her head. “It wouldn't matter how you did it. It was a big change. You just administered it in one sin-​gle shock. We all knew you'd take over the Bazaar again if you came back. I guess no one had thought about how it would really affect them.”

“But I might not have come back here,” I said, a little peeved. "I could have set up in some other

dimension. Maybe not Klah, but there are other places where my tal-​ents would be appreciated."

“Get real,” Pookie said, without rancor, but without sympathy, either. “The Bazaar is like the crossroads of the world. You might have bought a storefront in Flibber3 or somewhere with a big, cosmopolitan population, but this is where people go first to find what they're looking for. Ev-​erywhere else is second-​best. We all knew you'd come back here one day.”

“It sounds obvious when you say it like that,” I said.

“You know it, too. So, we should all have been talking more. It doesn't matter,” the Pervect female said, shrug--

3. For a useful travelogue of the delights of Flibber, read Myth-​Taken Identity, another fine tale.

ging. “There's room for all of us, as long as you don't move in on the old turf. It's ours now, and we need it. If you start showing an interest, we'll all go broke. Guido might as well move M.Y.T.H., Inc. into The Mall in Flibber next to Hamsterama. I'm sure you'll make a bundle.”

“But I have no clients yet.”

Spider gave me a big hug, and I felt my spirits rise.

“Don't worry. Once they know the