Faint Transmisions - Conclusion
Guppy watched the news on his Cistron.
“Reports indicate that Derik Vanvon, a director famous for the cult classic, Disciples, was on his way to shoot his latest film, Curse of the Undead, when terrorists attacked. Fortunately, his bodyguards were able to fend off the attackers, who fled the scene. Some in Hollywood claim that Vanvon created the event for publicity purposes…”
“It’s always terrorists,” muttered Guppy. “They see a man with dark skin and its terrorists.”
“Curse of the Undead, starring Christine Dee and Allen Roberts, is a remake of the 1959 original vampire/western. Long in exile in Hollywood, this is Vanvon’s chance at getting back into the elite and the good graces of the Academy. Allen plays Dan Young, a preacher who knows how to wield a six-shooter. Christine stars as Dolores Carter, a rancher who succumbs to the vampire’s dangerous charms.”
Pictures of all the principle players flashed on the screen. “At nineteen years old, Christine Dee was a rising star. But a string of flops and a failed marriage led to a dry spell. Eleven years later, the success of this film may be the stepping-stone for Christine’s comeback…”
“Hey,” said Guppy. “Isn’t that your ex-wife?”
Blade was trying not to pay attention. “Yeah,” he brooded over the steering wheel. “How did you know?”
“It’s in your file,” said Guppy. “Just like that picture of Drake in the ridiculous fireman’s hat is now in his file.”
“Yeah, everything’s on file,” said Blade. He looked over at Guppy’s hand. “You know those alarms squirt indelible ink on your hand when you pull them.”
Guppy looked at his hand. “Mother trucker,” he muttered.
As they passed by the hotel, they could see Archive and Hammer in their underwear being interrogated by the police.
Blade and Guppy looked at each other.
“Let’s circle the block a few more times,” said Blade.
“Agreed!” said Guppy.
