Factories Are For Jerks

"Are you sure he works here?" The foreman was not being helpful at all. I didn't even say Hanlon worked there I said his freaking name was on the freaking building. I swear it was noisy, but it wasn't that noisy! We were even in his little hovel of an office, it smelled of earth and grease, I swear the last time it had been cleaned was the first time.

"He doesn't work here, he owns this place, you literally work for the man!"

"Who?"

"Hanlon? Gods damn it it's like I'm talking to myself."

"Sorry buddy can't help you, did you see the manager?" I was frustrated, flustered, upset, bothered! The man didn't want me in his office any longer he had "work" to do. What work could be more important than your owners is missing!

"He told me to see you!" And then I left. The factory was a dead end, there was no good there (well duh it was a weapons factory they just make things that kill). And Hanlon was not there at all. Hanlon as it turned out was not freaking anywhere. I looked around, I asked around, and oddly enough not only did people not have seen him, they couldn't even remember him existing. It was beginning to feel like I stepped into some weird alternate dimension in which Hanlon the person, the entity, the whatever he is, did not exist! I was running out of options, so as usual I took to ritual magic to see if I could summon someone who could answer me. No I didn't try and summon Hanlon, gods knows what you'd do to summon him and what would show up if you failed (that's the trick with rituals, screw it up and you'll get someone you didn't want at all!).

Thankfully I was successful, unfortunately who I called wasn't what I would call super helpful, she was at least pleasant. Well as pleasant as someone like her ever is. Next entry yada!