The circumstances of their newest teammate raises serious concerns among the others and threatens Anansi’s plan before it can even begin. Continue reading
Anansi and Coyote finally get a chance to show a bit of their true power in a supernatural showdown with a vampire. Continue reading
Anansi’s team is almost complete. He and Coyote travel to Austin with Tommy to recruit him. But there’s something different about this one and Anansi’s reasons for bringing him in might stir unrest with the rest of the team. Continue reading
The team is almost home free, but is it possible that Wendell’s plan has a fatal flaw in it that migh bring the whole thing toppling down? Find out in the conclusion of ‘The Genius’. Continue reading
Wendell, Sudan and Terrell continued their con to ‘rescue’ Anansi’s so called Genius, with a few clever ploys and twists along the way. Continue reading
The con is on as Anansi sends Wendell, Susan and Terrell to Oregon to retrieve their newest member: The Genius.
But this won’t just be a casual visit: to get to her, they’re going to have to manipulate their way into a military mental health center and convince a literal mad scientist to come with them. Luckily, this is right up Wendell’s alley. Continue reading
The path of the Spider brings the team to Arizona for their next member. And this isn’t just any member, this is an equal of Anasi’s: the Native American trickster, Coyote. Continue reading
Terrell stopped about six feet from Anansi and folded his arms. Almost in spite of themselves, the others arrayed themselves behind him, unsure of how things were going to go down. “Alright. We need an explanation.” He said flatly. “A good one. No riddles, not vagueness, no cryptic bullshit. What is going on here?”
Anansi didn’t seem concerned at all with his demands. In fact, he seemed rather proud of them, smiling even more broadly than before. “Ha. You take my claims of divinity in stride, but the very idea that I might also be running a successful business enterprise befuddles and angers you. Very well, I will answer you in truth… but you’ve really answered two questions: What is going on here,” He raised his hand and gestured to encompass World Spider Industries above their heads, “And what is going on here.” He gestured downward, specifically at the spider mosaic on the floor.
Wendell took a nervous step back as he watched it. He was one hundred percent sure now that it was moving. He nudged Susan with his elbow and when she turned to glare, glanced down to direct her gaze. She stepped back form it too.
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Anansi took his time heaping his plate from the buffet. He wanted to sample everything, the good and the bad and find out what was best to him. In his reckoning, it was the loss of this skill that was the great failing of far too many people. Choosing blindly was bad, but making informed decisions without having all the options on the table was worse; it led to people thinking they were more right than they actually were.
The Spider wouldn’t even declare a favorite food until he’d had every food. Though he did have a current favorite and lamented that chicken nuggets weren’t a breakfast food.
He wasn’t blind to the effect his procrastination was having on the others though. The sly smile curling his lip made that clear.
Finally, Wendell cleared his throat.
“Yes?” Asked Anansi, meticulously buttering a biscuit.
“The reason you felt the need to look us up on the internet, approach us with this job and put my life in mortal danger?” Wendell said sternly. Susan made a not very ladylike sound at the last one, which made him glower even more.
“Anticipation is a spice only surpassed by hunger.” Anansi informed him, at … Continue reading
Wendell Leiter was no stranger to the finer places in Atlantic City. In his time, he’d trolled the high roller tables and VIP lounges; made deals in glitzy ballrooms and four star restaurants, and slept in top tier suites.
Finding himself in the Veracruz private dining room of the Twoflower was like a shark finding itself in saltwater. But this time, he was drawing no comfort from it.
It was the morning after his near-death experience and first meeting with Anansi. The stiflingly charismatic man hadn’t filled them in any further, only handed each of them his card and inviting them to breakfast at the Twoflower the next morning.
Presenting the card at the front desk got him swiftly escorted into an elevator and up to the private dining room, where a buffet style breakfast was laid out before a banks of windows offering a panoramic view of the city.
But when the valet left him, Wendell found himself alone with Susan Polanski, the woman who, less than twenty-four hours earlier, had been willing to kill him for one hundred grand.
She sat at the finely set table in the middle of the room, positioned so that she was facing … Continue reading
