So as some of you know, I’ve recently changed jobs again. It’s been a really tough couple of weeks, but I think I’m finally ready to talk about it.
Basically, I got a really good offer out of the blue from a company called Bionic Games — so, as tough as it was for me to do, I decided to take the risk and go over there.
I’ve left Obsidian and I’m going over there to be their Creative Director. I’m going to be a lot closer to Kung Fu, so that’ll save me 3-4 hours a week of driving time (I used to commute twice a week from Santa Ana to Burbank, which was a killer). There’s also a bunch of other really good stuff involved with the offer, but I’m don’t really feel comfortable getting into it all on a public forum.
Suffice it to say, though, that it was a VERY VERY good offer. The kind that only comes around once in a lifetime. The kind that you’d be an idiot not to take.
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I instructed the cabbie to leave as much space as he could between us and the other cab. I still wasn’t sure if I’d been made, I didn’t want to give the guy I was following any reason to be suspicious.
After a few minutes I began to relax a little. The cab ahead of us was going fast, sure, but not the kind of fast you’d expect from someone who knew they were being followed. With my newfound relaxation, I found myself looking out the window a bit.
Vegas in the morning is a very different place than Vegas at night. At night, the place has a sparkle and an energy to it — with neon and flashing video screens calling to you from every direction at once.
Once the sun comes up, though, the bustle of people and the excited hum and throb of the crowds fades into insignificance. The screens, noise and neon are still there, sure, but like the rest of the city they fade into the background. It’s like the city as a whole has a giant hangover, and keeps telling you to shush.
Nights in Vegas Vegas are times for living.
Mornings in Vegas are times for consequences.
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I definitely knew this man, but I couldn’t remember how. I needed to know for sure. Peeking through the open door, I saw the man’s back as he retreated down the long and twisting hospital hallways.
I immediately took up pursuit.
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I still didn’t entirely trust the hospital — those thugs who shot Jason up might be watching the emergency rooms. I decided to go with Jason to make sure he was safe.
It wasn’t too hard to make my excuses to my police officer contact, and so in short order I found myself in the back of an ambulance speeding off towards the hospital. A few times the EMT tried to make small talk, but quickly realized I wasn’t in the mood. I found myself lost in thought, and just kept staring at Jason — who was lying between us with an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. His eyes were closed, but I wasn’t sure if he’d passed out again or if he was just resting. Either way I felt a rising sense of weariness mixed with pure panic. I wasn’t going to be getting much sleep tonight, and if something bad did go down — I didn’t know if I’d have the strength to deal with it.
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In our current conditions, we weren’t going to be much use if we went after the man who called himself the Spider. My head felt like a size-twelve foot in a size-three boot, and it only took one look at Jason to seal it. We had to stick together.
I said as much to Jason and he looked for a moment as if he were going to resist, but pain flared in his eyes and he dropped his gaze.
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