Bridget Kahal

Bridget "Black Eagle" Kahal was a Saluki and Irish Setter mix, daughter of Donovan Kahal and Oife Kahal.

She was one of the Dogfather's loyal bodyguards.

scene: A dog who appeared to be thirty at the youngest (making her five years younger than Mitch if that guess was correct.) dismounted the motorcycle and leaned against a nearby tree, smirking as she did. The stranger appeared to be a Saluki and an Irish Setter mix: her fur was a wavy dark brown; nearly black, with a cream-colored muzzle, forepaws; and part of her tail. Her eyes were a striking blue, and a similarly-colored satin ribbon was threaded through her hair.

The mixed breed was also dressed mundanely enough- in a simple peasant skirt and a dark red leather motorcycle jacket that had been zippered open to reveal an orange blouse decorated with a pattern of sunflowers. A holstered Magnum rested at her left side. All in all, she seemed harmless enough if mildly suspicious. But still, Mitch felt a need to interrogate her anyway.

“What in the hell are you doing here, Miss Hitchhiker? Are you by any chance, aware that the upstanding family community of Pemberly Hill is a GHOST TOWN?”

Mitch pressed closer to the dog as she spoke. There was a certain condescending venom to her voice; especially her last two words, but the stranger seemed totally unfazed. On that note, Mitch took a moment to calm down; clenching her fists beside her and breathing rapidly in and out. Her little show of temper had been used exclusively to frighten the newcomer into submission. Now that she knew that wasn’t going to work, the cat needed a moment to take a breather and consider her next option.

“The name, kitty-cat; is Bridget Kahal. And I’m here to speak with a Mr. Landino diVenazetti….. Now, I’m sure this place can’t be all that much of a ghost town if he’s here, correct?”

Subtly, Mitch bristled. She loathed being talked down to.

“Yes….. Bridget, as a matter of fact he is.”

Mitch’s eyes fell on the dog’s skirt. There was a peculiar, greasy stain across her lap…..

“Is that lighter fluid…..?”

Bridget gave a smooth, musical laugh.

↵“Yes it is. I spilled some of the shit all over myself….”

As she spoke, the orange and yellow glow of flames leaped high in the distance.

“Did you ever hear of a Jake O'Bradaigh?”

↵Mitch did not. The name was not familiar to her.

↵“Let us just say that you won’t be hearing of the no good son of a bitch now….” The dog's voice held venom and victory.

Bridget laughed again, and Mitch found herself growing increasingly uncomfortable. How sane was this female? Certainly Leo himself, her own superior was most definitely not sane; but you only saw….. That side of him if you were courageous (or else outright stupid enough) to provoke him in some way or another.

Mitch considered her options. She could leave this Bridget Kahal outside the school, lock the gate, and call it a day. But then, she would undoubtedly be on the receiving end of Leo’s wrath. And if she wanted to be his second-fiddle Mitch knew that she had to stay in his good graces. Always. So, she swallowed hard; put on a grim but neutral face and said to the saluki-mix:

“You want Mr. DiVenazetti? I’ll take you to him, city girl….. Where the hell are you from, anyway?”

Bridget smirked.

“Old York City; I only moved out here recently.”

“Bullshit. Everyone’s from Old York.”

“Everyone you know?”

“Well….”

↵As they reached the flagstone path leading up to the school building, Mitch stepped aside and allowed Bridget to reach Leo alone; calling over her shoulder:

“You have a visitor, your royal majesty!”

Slumping back against the nearest tree, Mitch began to wonder: Bridget was intent on joining their little hierarchy. That much was already clear. But where would she fall into place in the current struggle for dominance (if indeed, she played a role in that at all)? Well, she would simply have to observe and wait.

But being the sadistic, predatory figure that she was; Mitch had no issue with that. No; absolutely no problem at all……

Bridget turned back to face her. "In case you're wondering, there's a reason I did it." The saluki mix's voice was suddenly harsh with rage. "The bastard put me through hell, so I sent him there!"

Bridget's voice rose to a scream of rage, a psychotic light came into her eyes as she punctuated her next words by yanking her gun from the holster and stabbing it into the air over her head. "I have my eye on you! Double-cross me and you'll find out why they call me the Black Eagle!"

Sudden fear washed over Mitch and froze her throat as she looked at the dog. The dog's eyes were ice-cold, completely devoid of any emotion other than hate. Her voice was so cold Mitch could swear the temperature plummeted eighty degrees.

Because Bridget Kahal seemed to be the only one who could make Mitch Brennan truly afraid.