Overlord Brawl by L A Johnson

Author:L A Johnson [Johnson, L A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chemical Zombie Press, LLC
Published: 2018-09-30T22:00:00+00:00

30

Froggy steepled his fingers and sat back in the black leather desk chair with a feeling of satisfaction. Finally, I've got you, pompous octopus. And you're the one who helped me do it.

He looked around his lair. Rule number twenty-three of Soda's Overlord Rules was: "Get a lair and make it your own. It's hard to plot real and lasting domination if you are not in a comfortable space."

It had been good advice too. He knew this place would work as soon as he saw it. The real estate agent took one look at his long, greasy hair and his full sleeve tattoos and turned her nose up when Froggy had suggested a showing of this place. Her remains were now under a plant somewhere in the foyer.

That's what you get for making assumptions, people. That was another one of Soda's rules: "Don't let other people treat you badly anymore." Truth be told, that was the one that had stuck with him. If it hadn't been for that rule, he would probably have gotten his money back on the entire course. Listening to her drone on and on was nearly insufferable. But the advice, some of it was first-rate. It helped him to focus on his goals.

A goth helper approached him and offered him a tall, frothy beverage. "Beer?"

That's what I'm talking about, Froggy thought. "Yes, thank you." He took the beer and placed it on the console in front of him that had the recessed drink holders built in. In front of him on a large screen was the security footage of Soda checking in at the plaza. She had done it under a fake name, but it was her just the same. She was right here in Arcturis. It was just the mano y neon octopus fight that he wanted so he could prove himself to the masses and become Overlord of the galaxy. He took in a few deep breaths.

Another goth approached him. This one was his girlfriend.

"Hey, Lance. I have a question. Why at exactly five thirty-eight p.m.? I mean, it really does seem terribly random."

He swiveled his chair away from the console screen to face her. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Froggy?"

She held up her hands. "Sorr-y, Froggy."

"The others can hear you," he whisper-hissed. He took another deep breath, looking up to the graffiti styled artwork he had commissioned for the ceiling. Why me? he mouthed before turning back to her. "Look, Cecilia. You need a nickname or something, because that's the worst possible name for an Overlord's sidekick."

"You're not an Overlord yet."

"You're pushing it, C. Yet is the important word. And believe me, when that happens you want to be on my good side. The time, the numbers in that time of day have significance to me. To me, do you understand?"

"Not really. Since you won't tell me."

He sighed. "Look, is everything in place?"

"Everything's in place, Lan-, um, Froggy. Trust me."

He took a sip of beer. "Well everything had better be ready because this is the best shot I'm going to have.

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