Richard and Cindy stared blankly as the news reported a "breakthrough" in the investigation on Damien Dixon, soone had reported about his purchase of the Yamaha VMax, its registration was found and Damien’s fake na used to hide those assets were quickly uncovered.
According to the news anchor, people started digging for information about the Junkyard and traced everything to a na that people believed to be a fake identity made by Damien.
One thing led to another and people found CCTV footage of Damien driving his motorcycle to the suburban neighborhood where the house was located.
"That was fast"
Richard sighed as he watched drone footage of SWAT teams heading for the neighborhood.
"The HOA is already calling"
"Well that’s fun... I wake up and the it’s another shitty situation"
Rolling his eyes, Richard muttered to himself, "If only there was a space..."
The Goddess’ words didn’t bother Richard at this point as he turned to Cindy and asked.
"Could you teleport us sowhere?"
"The Goddess was the one who did the teleportation. Moreover, she was only able to teleport here because this place was already set up beforehand as a base... though I think my grandmother set up sothing in the reserve"
Teleportation couldn’t be done on a whim, even magic had rules but Cindy’s words gave Richard an idea.
"You an the one in Texas?"
"Yeah, the one you gifted to my grandma, thanks by the way, the land was brought from my deceased dad and you gifted it back to us."
"..."
Richard did not bother to complain about the obvious tricks that were used against him. Especially since those very tricks did save his sorry ass,
"Of course!"
"Of course!"
Richard and Cindy responded in sync, the trailer in the backyard- it had many of the things that they needed.
Moreover, Richard felt bad that the house was likely going to be ransacked.
"..."
The goddess ignored Richard’s blank expression as she turned her attention towards Cindy and asked.
"Always was"
Cindy responded confidently, the two turned to look at the crowd that was gathering outside.
"The HOA is already doing a headcount, it would take less than an hour for them to realize that one property was unaccounted for"
There was a crowd gathering a few blocks from the house, a leader-like figure went around the crowd carrying a clipboard. They checked the people and then looked at the clipboard, it was obvious what they were doing and it was proof that ti for Richard and Cindy was ticking.
The goddess started the ritual for teleportation but even as raven black letters of unknown origin stread out of her body and enveloped the whole plot. The ageless goddess still found ti to look at the crowd and comnt on them.
Seeing her state, Richard recalled the conversation he had with Kellin.
’Only a God could do it huh?’
The ability to cast a powerful spell that could physically transport a large plot of land to a different space in a split second... Even now, Richard could barely grasp the way to actually use magic.
All he understood was the twisted thod of sealing souls in an artifact courtesy of Kellin.
The old man could have taught him more but since Richard already made a pact with the Goddess...
’Hopefully I get a chance to learn magic... as much as I want to take revenge as quickly as possible- for now, retreat is the only option’
The high he got as he learned of his mystical roots was long gone.
He barely got out of the bind in the junkyard which he was completely unaware of by the way. Now he was being traced through the secretive thods he used to hide his wealth. That was done even with the possibility of Damien Dixon already being dead!
DNA test results wouldn’t appear within a few hours, the latest they could appear would be tomorrow.
After all, Andrea would still need to find any of his old belongings that still had so DNA.
’She might have kept so in stock though...’
Richard thought about how the cunning woman took him for a decade long spin. It was not impossible that she had his DNA stored sowhere-
Hell, he wouldn’t put it past her to do sothing as crazy as collecting his sperm while he was asleep. They never slept together but that did not an that they weren’t living in the sa house.
A poisonous bitch like her- he wouldn’t put it past her to keep samples of his DNA, anything that could be turned into "incriminating evidence" on hand.
Still, the ti it takes to do a proper DNA test was still quite long. Richard was one of the nerds in college and his friend group was not lacking any genius- in fact, his buddies could be called geniuses in their own right.
Among them, he had an Asian-Arican friend, a guy whose mom was a Filipina Nurse who married his divorced father who was a retired Marine Vet.
Dude was huge, he was like a football player but contrary to his looks, he was a gentle giant. Moreover, his large hands were extrely stable, capable of working in microbiology.
It wasn’t as delicate as the work of surgeons but it still needed a delicate touch, especially since they were working with tiny organisms and literal DNA molecules.
Richard had helped his buddy work on a thesis that needed the use of a weird pipette that barely took in anything.
Things they were moving from one test tube to another were asured in microliters!
But that experience made Richard aware of a few things in regards to DNA.
That knowledge simply made him understand how long the true process of anything DNA related takes.
His body worked a whole day just doing the sa process over and over again, transferring solutions and making them go spin in the centrifuge. That was done again and again and if he was lucky- he would get what he wanted on the first try,
But sotis, things don’t really match up and the process of "making more DNA" whatever it was called had to be repeated. Which basically ant that he had to do the process over again.
That said, proper industrial thods would be different, they wouldn’t worry about failure- hopefully. But even if they had a 100% success rate in getting the DNA they wanted, the process to make the DNA increase in volu was sothing that could not be sped up.
They could maybe drop everything else and focus on Andrea’s task for a sizable sum but even then, it would still take quite a bit of ti to finish even just one run of getting the DNA.
That is not even accounting for the ti it takes to compare the samples!
Safe to say, at least for now, Damien Dixon was still "kinda dead".
"What are you thinking about?"
Cindy approached him and passed him a cold glass of whisky.
The young witch had apparently gotten sothing to drink while he was spacing out.
The Goddess answered Cindy, preventing Richard from talking as he turned to the Goddess who was calmly sitting in the living room watching an afternoon soap opera while drinking a glass of red wine.
The opened bottle was on the countertop and the Goddess was swirling the wine as she watched intently as the female lead in the soap opera tried and failed to win back her lover.
"What about the-"
Richard was about to ask about the teleportation but he quickly noticed that the black symbols were gone and he quickly rushed to the window sill and-
"Huh? We’re-"
"In Texas! Wanna go watch so horse racing? No, do they still do that here? How about we use the money to start a ranch? Oh my god! We could totally do that! Then all we need to do is kidnap that Kyla chick and hire her as a farmhand!"
Cindy started to mouth off her thoughts, her cool personality disappearing as she rushed out of the house and started to make squares with her fingers to picture her "big plans".
"She’s a literal storm"
The Goddess explained while still keeping her eyes on the television.
Richard pulled out his phone, he found that he still had a signal.
This phone was not traceable to any of his known identities, it was the only phone he was sure that he could use without worry.
He looked for any update on Damien Dixon and what he got was-
"Gas leak leads to an explosion killing multiple HOA officials and injuring many onlookers"
The article showed the plot where the house used to be, all that was left is a huge gaping hole. In his eyes, it looked unnatural even for a gas leak but to those who didn’t believe or know about the mystical world-
"A gas leak? I’m beginning to think that the US Governnt is in on the mystical secrets"
"Why a gas leak though?"
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