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disorders in lieu of Axis
II.  Apparently, treating a long term disorder caused by
military service was something the government had no interest in
pursuing.  Therefore, those with the misfortune of acquiring
true post traumatic stress disorder were labeled with something for
which combat isn’t a cause and dumped out of the system.
    “Oh, they nailed it – at least they did in
my opinion.”
    “Then why did you say officially they
dumped him because of a personality disorder?  If he’s really
got one, that’s a legitimate reason to discharge him.”
    “Because they preferred something neat,
rather than underscoring why don’t ask, don’t tell was such
a piss poor idea.”
    “I don’t follow,” I said.
    “Nope, and neither would anybody else unless
they saw old Fulk in action.”
    “Fulk?  Was that some sort of corps
nickname for the guy?”
    Devlin laughed and hugged me.  “Sadly
for him, it’s his real first name.  Fulk.  No wonder the
guy was such a fuck-head.  His parents must’ve hated him
before he developed a personality to slap a label like that on
him.”
    “And now he’s a roadie for Pan Demon?”
    Dev grinned and shrugged.  “Great place
to get drugs and chicks, I guess.”
    “So he wasn’t gay?”
    “You’d think, looking at him, wouldn’t
you?  No, Fulk hates homosexuals.  The real problem with
this guy was that it was his mission to ferret out every queer he
could accuse and see to it that they got to boot.  As you can
imagine, that sort of shit wouldn’t fly with Chris.”
    “Can’t imagine it would, although I have to
admit, I wouldn’t imagine that Darnell would go out of his way to
be an advocate for that group as a whole.”
    “It had nothing to do with the work we were
doing, Helen.  Chris judges people solely on merit for the job
at hand.  He doesn’t give a damn what the guys do on their own
time, so long as they know how to follow orders and fight.”
    “I can see that about him, yes,” I
said. 
    “Fulk decided to go after Chris’s second in
command in our unit.  Let’s just say that when all was said
and done, he was the guy that got kicked out, not Major
Wesley.”
    Another curtain floated around the front of
the stage before the lights dimmed. 
    “Devlin, did you know that this guy would be
here tonight?”
    “Not a clue,” Dev said.  “I hadn’t
thought about him in years.  Can’t say I’m surprised to see
him working for Pan Demon, though.  He almost singlehandedly
destroyed my love of the band.”
    “Oh my,” I sighed with a dramatic shake of
the head.
    The crowd around us grew restless. 
Nothing happened behind the curtain, while the lights were still
out.  We were close enough to see movement on the stage, to
hear a few shouted curses.
    The curtain billowed, and a large man with
wild ginger hair that nearly reached his waist appeared in front of
us.
    “Son of a bitch, Darkwater Bay!  How
the hell are ya?”
    A deafening roar made my brain shudder.
    “We’re having a bit of technical
difficulties with our motherfuckin’ equipment, thanks to the
incompetence of a soon-to-be-fired fuck-hole, so if you could bear
with us for a few while we rip off an amp from our brothers who
warmed y’all up so beautifully, we’ll be out as soon as
possible.  We’re gonna tear this joint down tonight, my
demons!”
    A cacophony louder than the first pierced my
skull.
    “Have another beer, smoke a little more
green, and we’ll be right back.”
    I felt Devlin stiffen behind me.  The
hand that hadn’t strayed far from my hip all night vanished. 
Dev fumbled in one pocket and procured his cell phone.  I
glanced at the screen when he held it up.
    Text message from Finkelstein.
    If you’re at that concert, head backstage
now.  We need a cop on the scene ASAP.
    “Shit,” Devlin said.  “Technical
difficulties my ass.  Maybe somebody finally put poor Fulk out
of our misery.”

 
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3

    We both had out cell