Majorie Babbage was an unpleasant woman. Descended from well respected British playwright Laurence Cuthbert Babbage, author of such theatre staples as Funeral for a Sausage, Why are Poor People and the long running West-end show The Butler saw her Knickers. She milked that connection for all it was worth, impressing her hand-me-down level of fame on people like a social pepper spray. This Sunday evening however she had found that fae creatures are not theatre lovers. Her stumpy little legs shuffled as fast as her rotund body would let them. Loping after her was a thing that looked like it was moddled after a child's crayon drawing of a bear.

The older woman tripped, rolling her ankle. She would be unable to escape from the bear creature. The accomplishments of a long dead ancestor did nothing to protect her from the mad thing the came from beyond. Majorie Babbage was having a very bad day. But something out there must have been looking out for her because the bear creature was about to have an even worse day.

A blur of white rabbit slammed into the bear creature knocking it on its arse. Myles Endeavour had identified the beast as a Bogglebear. It wrapped itself around a host and slowly digested it. It was like a onesie with a hankering for human flesh. The newly unlocked scanners on his suit had indicated that the host body inside the Bogglebear was long dead. So the only person being rescued was…. Marjorie fucking Babbage from Arkwright & Fletcher Human Resources… Myles should have taken his time and just avenged her. Probably immoral, but Myles figured the overall reduction in suffering would have his karma staying relatively static. The Bogglebear rose to its feat. That effort was rewarded with a punch that knocked it back a dozen yards. It was time to test out the new weapons.

Summoning them to his hands, Myles equipped what his suit had designated ‘Knuckle Busters’ a pair of chunky oversized knuckle dusters that crackled with the same red lightning he associated with his Trigger. There was a small blade on the opposite side to his thumb. Myles thought it would be perfect for hanging onto much larger enemy's.

“I suppose this makes me a bear knuckle boxer” said Myles to fortunately no-one.

The Bogglebear launched itself towards Myles. Myles returned the favour, willing power into his suit legs and leaping at ludicrous speed towards the Bogglebear. The Knuckle Buster connected with the Bogglebears head and left a trail of bits, gore and bloody mist in its wake. Myles stood, locked in place as his foe dropped to the floor headless. Myles knew a Bogglebear with a living host would be a whole other game of cricket. But it was still startling to see how much damage he was capable of doing already. Myles felt the suit start to dematerialise now the fae presence was no more.

“Call me an ambulance right now” Demanded Majorie Babbage, but her eyes went wide upon seeing Myles. “You! you are that useless social media boy.”

It had taken all of his patience to handle the situation, but Myles felt it was worth it. Majorie Babbage had refused to let him out of her sight, calling it a citizens arrest. When the actual police and ambulance had arrived Myles looked every bit the helpful citizen whole Majorie spun a tale of men dressed as bears fighting men dressed as rabbits in armour. of brutal bloody murder. The body was now fuel for Myles crafting projects and repairs and any trace of blood on him went with the armour. Myles much more simple and believable statement involved finding a tipsy co-worker arse over tail in the park and helping her up. It helped his case a lot that Majorie stank of G&T’s

“I was never a fan of Laurence Cuthbert Babbage.” Said the police officer, a bored looking older man. “At School they took us on this big fancy trip to see The Butler saw her Knickers in the West end. Do you know who never got to see any knickers, the bloody audience. Absolute scam.”

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Listening intently and nodding in the right places, Myles made a good impression and by the time Majorie Babbage woke up tomorrow she would barely remember anything that took place in the park. More importantly what the police will remember was a helpful citizen who was not dressed remotely like a rabbit who helped a gin stinking ill-mannered woman.

On his way home, Myles popped into the shop for chicken to pay the Charlie tax. He may be home slightly less while the joint project was on so he wanted to give his cat an extra fuss. It would also prevent his cat from waking him up by means of arse to face.

Below the ground at what Sweetbright referred to as the Alpha site Sandra Bright was inspecting the set up. The gates were all tuned and working properly. The deep pit was clean. Fae would always avoid anything that stank of their own dead. The grand plan required a lot of building materials and there was only one way to get them. They knew how to replicate the moth to flame relationship between Fae and Fairy Triggers, but it was never as good as having the real thing. Sandra would make sure Myles Endeavour and john Barrington drew in an extra large haul when they dangled them before the gates to the other side.

Currently there was a man standing before the gate. His name was David and he had been a security guard at Sweetbright. But he had let past an angry fae so Cerulean Sweet himself had ordered him to be killed Sandra hates waste, so here he was, acting as an ersatz bait for the creatures. He was drugged insensible, she was not a monster. Just practical.

“Activate gate 12” She said to her staff.

A metal frame at the north end of the pit started to glow and flicker to life. a flat portal formed in the space between the frame. Hungry eyes looked into our world. Those hungry eyes spotted Dave and went after their prey. The drugged man barely knew what was going on, but when the short little humanoids started biting into his flesh he screamed. The first pale goblin had a blue hat with a bell on it, the other had very big ears. They tore into the former security guard. The little goblins didn’t notice the gate shut down or the dozens of armed security guards take aim.

Two was a terrible haul, but it was two from a single gate, with no preparation and sub-standard bait. So not the worst result and the main aim had been to make sure everything was working properly. It would all go faster once they had constructed another harvesting facility at the beta site

“How soon can we run a full harvest?” Sandra Bright asked the room.

“About a week, maybe two depending if anything goes wrong” replied once of the engineers working on the gate devices.

Sandra Bright had been surprised to learn that the gate technology was one of their spin-offs from the fae that they had parked in Stonebridge. Its ability to overlap from the overside into our world had been reverse engineered to give them the means to access the fae plane anytime they wanted.

“And can someone update me on the whistler movements?”

“Cowering, they are furious at us for the sanctions, but are too scared to do anything about it. From their movements it is looking like they plan to be going all in on a last ditch assault on Myles Endeavour.” Said a woman with a clipboard standing behind Sandra Bright.

“Then we need to stick to the one week schedule. Myles Endeavour is much less useful to us as a corpse.”

One thing Sandra did not say out loud was that she had hated how Myles had seen right through her attempts to mess with him. That had stung her pride and she was not above petty revenge. Granted treating someone like raw steak over a shark tank was more petty than most would stoop too. She justified it to herself as just happening have the means. Before this was all over she would see him humbled.

Charlie Murderpaws munched on the offering of chicken. His human while terrible at hunting still managed to provide some very acceptable tributes. Myles petted his furry boy and let him enjoy his dead bird meat. Something was bothering Myles. He had seen the same van parked outside a number of times now. Maybe Rusty or Zara could run the plates or something.

Endeavour

Zara, could I have a favour?

Zara

No

Endeavour

Rusty, could I have a favour?

Rusty

Zara said not to do it, but sure go ahead

Endeavour

The same vehicle has been cropping up a lot lately, it is probably nothing, but do you guys have something that could identify it?

Myles text over a description, with the licence plate as well as offering to buy several beers as recompense. something Rusty readily agreed to.

Rusty

Sweetbright Industries, via a shell corporation. hope that helps!

He stared at the text from his new friend.

“Bollocks.” Said Myles Endeavour