LION LEGENDS PROJECT PART 2 - Antoni
5,500 male lions flooded through the Cardano Captivity Camp main gates in the dark of night. In only 23 minutes, we were all free, at least I thought so at the time. 55 of our fellow Lions had collected golden keys to aid in our escape. They were heroes.
Once I got far enough out into the perimeter of the zone, I rummaged through the jacket, hoping to find something, anything to memorialize my brother. There was a scrap of paper that looked like it had been ripped off one of the medical charts. On the back, it read, "I am not a tagged beast. I am a legend and a miracle of science. Do not call me by my number, but by my name: LEONIDAS BLOOM. If I do not make it, please keep your eyes out for my lady; she is Kierra #5417."
The lionesses! Before attempting to rescue them, we need to build our lives out in the real world. We would need to be able to protect them when they were freed. I grabbed his jacket and hat and headed east toward the rising sun, where I was sure I would find a new way.
Eventually, I found myself in a place called Mish Again. The humans there seemed to revere Lions to a degree I had not seen elsewhere. Mostly, I sat in the back of the bar and watched as the humans gambled wages on a sport called FOOTBALL. Strange name for a sport where you rarely used your feet to play, and the ball wasn't round but a strange obloid made of skin. The team I watched had white hats with blue lions on the side. Mainly playing in a place called Ford Field.
I took a chance at the bookie station that they might need someone to help enforce debt collection. In a dilapidated office, I met with Mr. Bovada. He said with my help, he might be able to go from being the #7 betting center to the top 5. No other office had employed a fierce lion yet. He was pretty sure I'd have a lot less trouble collecting bad debt than his previous hustler Mr. Ramirez who had yet to collect from anyone holding between 55K-90K in bad debts. Apparently, that was the average amount of indebtedness for most human males. The ladies usually topped out at about 15K, but Ramirez had no problem collecting from them. Mr. Bovada thought Ramirez might be using less than savory tactics to keep the ladies making installments through him.
"I'll handle the men; I'm pretty intimidating," I growled, and I was hired on the spot. I'm sure it had nothing to do with Mr. Bovada fearing I might eat him. For the 2021 NFL season, the Detroit Lions had gone 2-11-1, not an excellent record for people who bet on the team to win. I was swamped in my job, but I got reasonable compensation.
When I started, I crashed at the Viking Motel
By the end of December, I had earned enough to move to Hotel Indigo, not bad, not bad at all; and Mr. Bovada had his top 5 ranking.
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