Leech returned triumphantly and punched Shadow in the shoulder. Shadow barely even acknowledged his presence. “Shadow? I said he agreed.” Shadow turned his attention to Leech. “What? He’ll do it?” “Yes. What’s wrong with you?” “I’m just thinking. Don’t worry about it.” Leech punched him in the arm again. “Leech, stop doing that.” “We’re friends now, Shadow. You have to let me in on what’s going on.” Shadow scanned the area to make sure no one had heard Leech mention that they were friends. “Leech, you shouldn’t say shit like that. Anyone could be listening.” “Right... keeping up appearances and all that. How about a drink?” “That actually sounds pretty good right now. I have some bad news.” “Well wait until I’ve had some alcohol and a few souls. We can talk about how to fix your master plan then.” “Dagon’s?” “Dagon’s.” As the demons made their way to Dagon’s Bar, Leech continued to chatter. Shadow blocked it out. He needed a replacement and he needed it immediately.
