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| LittlexWolfxHunter | Aug 28 2017, 08:18 AM Post #61 |
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Ylva had relayed to Spike on where to pick her up at the closest intersection the majyuu could find. It was deserted, mostly, save for the few people that called these alleys home. Hopefully mentioning that she was located close to where the airships take off would provide a better picture to where she was. Fear coursed through her veins as she hid from view with Motto in her arms. All of this had been "in the moment", meaning none of it was well planned out in the slightest. Leaning her head back against the wall, Ylva thought back to what had happened only hours ago... Blood poured out from the man's neck as he gurgled curses at her. Fangs barred, as a highly animalistic growl spawned from her throat, Ylva sunk her teeth into the man's neck and ripped at the flesh there while tears streamed down her face. Never, in all her years of being alive, did such an overwhelming anger and fury form within her tiny body. She was soft, delicate sometimes, and apparently the one that always needed saving. But no more. She could perfectly do that on her own. The majyuu would make sure that Demyan felt the same pain she always felt in her seven months of being his sex toy, his possession, the thing he made money off of... His "волчица". The wolf was done being handled like some domesticated dog, and decided to bite back in a way that Demyan could never recover from...because she knew that this situation would leave scars on her own life, for years to come. Spitting out the flesh from her mouth, Ylva started to stab the other with the nail file as tears fell from her tired eyes. "Die..." "Die...Die Die Die DIE DIE DIE!!" The word was soft at first, but as son as she repeated it over and over and over again, it gradually got louder until she was screaming at the top of her lungs, letting all her frustration out from how helpless she had felt about being in her situation...and the fact that she had taken a life physically, for the first time, by her own hands. Dead; it was the only way to describe the look in her eyes and the body on the floor. The armed men were in stunned silence as the grotesque scene played out and Ylva took that opportunity to run. Good thing Demyan had only a few armed men with him; his cockiness was his downfall in the end... A small sigh, a bloodied hand running through her hair, the same dead eyes looked out into the street for any sign of Spike. A small smile formed. At least she had someone whom she could depend on. He'd know of a way out of this shithole city. Gently, her fingers ran through Motto's hair, hoping that the tender action would wake him up but...it looked like that wasn't the case. He was out cold...all because of her... Why...did he always get injured because of her...? |
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| Bug in a Bag | Aug 29 2017, 07:52 PM Post #62 |
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Spike's arrival was announced ahead of time by nearly thirty seconds, as the roar of his Twin turbo V8 and screeching rubber echoed down the lonely streets. When he finally came into view the car drifted around the corner through a red light at breakneck speed, only to slow to a cruising pace as he scanned the various vagrants for his friend, or any particular killers he knew. If someone was gonna snuff him tonight it seemed like it'd be more poetic coming from an old customer or contact. The second the hunter spotted the wolf eared beauty he slammed on the brakes and bolted from the vehicle. "Are you Ok? That's not your blood right? Who is this guy? Never mind, grab his shoulders, we gotta go." Spike spat out in rapid fire succession, barely giving the presumably not dead guy a glance before grabbing his ankles and leading the charge back to the car. "Go!Go!Go!Go!" He shouted at Ylva, hopefully coaching her to pick up the pace with this rescue. If it was as bad as she led him to believe, every second counted here. Letting one leg slip from his grip, the hunter opened a backseat door with his freed appendage, helping his friend push the guy inside with as little shoving as possible. Spike was barely back in the driver's seat before slamming the gas and jetting back into the night towards the freeway. Less chance to get pulled over for speeding there, and it'd give him time to sort this mess out. "Ylva, I'm gonna assume you'd a rough night, and I understand that, but I'm gonna ask a few questions I need you to answer as fast and clearly as you possibly can. Our lives literally depend on it. Do you understand?" He asked in the most soothing voice he could muster, splitting his time between looking back at her and avoiding a collision moving from the acceleration lane to the freeway proper. " Firstly, Are you hurt? That's a ton of blood. Second, does that guy need a doctor or will he walk off whatever happened to him? Third, I need to know exactly what happened. Who's dead, what mafia families they worked for, how much muscle were out looking for you, How bad do they want you? etc. etc. Fourth, given where we just were, can I assume airship is off the menu for getting you out of here? " Truth be told, Spike felt like a total fool for getting involved in some bullshit like this without even knowing a few important details before jumping into the middle of it. When did he get this stupid!? Why did he get this stupid!? However, probably the worse part to the hunter about this whole misadventure was that he honestly couldn't answer either question to his own satisfaction. Yep, he was mad, completely mad. How else could the hunter justify several massive lapses in common sense. Still, it was too late to turn back now. Spike was along for the ride on this crazy train until the end of the line, or the derailment, whichever came first. |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Aug 30 2017, 10:10 AM Post #63 |
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As one leg dropped, Motto’s consciousness was rallied. There was movement, and pain. His head. There were sounds. He was being moved. The pain was kinda cool. Where was Ylva? Where was he? The sound of burning rubber was the first thing he heard since being beaten within an inch of his life a few hours ago. Motto’s mind didn’t bother to make the connection of the noise with his whereabouts. His fingers felt life in them and moved a little. Spike’s comments sounded in his ears but Motto couldn’t hang on to them. Mostly, the stranger’s tone gave him the impression that things were calm. Ylva. Where was Ylva? She went back. She did the thing. Demyan got her, and he hated it. Ylva was so unhappy and all those marks and that jerk’s pervy words. “rRrr..” Motto wouldn’t give up. So what if she kissed him? He said he’d get her out, and he was going to dammit. With the increased mental activity, the Hunter’s physical anguish became sharper and threatened to overwhelm him but Motto enjoyed his ability to power through. Abdominals obeyed and the raven sat upright with a ragged grunt. With eyes still shut and limited strength, Motto’s hand flew out to strangle whoever the fuck was driving. Weakened and mostly out of it, he ended up clamping onto Spike’s forehead instead. Growling with effort, the Hunter willed his fingers downward to at least take out an eye. Sweat was already pouring down from the pain and exertion. Motto grit his teeth and pushed himself to keep fighting however he could. ![]() |
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| LittlexWolfxHunter | Aug 30 2017, 08:06 PM Post #64 |
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Screeching tires and roaring engine made Ylva look up from where she was hiding while doing her best to shield Motto. A familiar black car came to an abrupt stop as the majyuu stood up. A young man exited the car, frazzled and hurried. She remembered how calm he was when she first met him; he was kind and treated her to breakfast once. Now, though, he looked frantic as he looked in her direction. A series of questions were asked of her but he was already lifting Motto's feet and Ylva helped by lifting his shoulders. The wolf hurried to put her friend in the car and followed him in. Slamming the door, Ylva buckled herself in right as Spike put the petal to the metal and sped off. Looking to Motto, the wolf gently ran a hand through his hair, wondering if he was really okay. He'd been out for quite some time and it was concerning to her. Spike was speaking to her and she quickly looked up. Trying to think of all the answers to his question, Ylva started giving her responses. "It's not my blood; I...killed Demyan, the man who was basically my pimp. This is Motto, he's a Hunter and...I think he's going to be okay. If not, I can use my Nen later to heal him. Motto tried to save me from Demyan but Demyan almost killed him. I...really don't know how connected Demyan was with the mafia, but I know he would give me to various groups, on loan, instead of paying them actual money...that's how I ended up getting my regulars..." "...so it might be a lot. I-I'd be prepared for anything...and yes, and airship is a no-go." Ears twitching, the wolf could hear something approaching close. Turning to look behind them, another car was following particularly close. But something else grabbed her attention; Motto sitting up. Suddenly, things didn't turn out so well as he started to attack Spike, albeit feebly. "M-Motto!! S-Stop! Spike is trying to help us escape! He's a friend!" She yelled as she did her best to pull Motto back into his seat. It looked like he was determined to lash out at someone. "Motto...it's okay. I killed him. Demyan is...gone now. I'm okay and I'm here with you," her voice was calm as she did her best to de-escalate his aggression. Meanwhile, the car behind the threesome was getting too close for comfort... |
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| Bug in a Bag | Aug 31 2017, 09:38 PM Post #65 |
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Despite being happy at getting confirmation that none of the blood was Ylva's, Spike's expression only soured further as she spoke. His mind was split between her and his options in this situation, so he only received basically the highlights. From what he gathered his friend knew next to nothing about what to expect, who to expect it from or really whose corn flakes she'd royally pissed in with this murder. He couldn't blame her at all, but damn this whole situation seemed to be a textbook example of impulsive behavior. It was at the end of that thought that more of what she'd said sunk in, and the revelation nearly made him crash the car. "Wait, did you just say Motto? As in Broo-" The hunter went to ask in a stunned state, before a hand clamped around his skull. Time seemed to slowdown in that moment, and Spike sadly lamented that this was it. If he'd heard correctly and the man currently palming his head was Motto, than he expected his skull to get crushed by his friend's superior strength any second. 'Somehow I knew this dumb bastard was going to be the death of me, just didn't know this directly.' He thought to himself, in seemingly his last moments. However, instead of the sound of crushing bone and rushing blood filling his ears, Spike was surprised all Motto seemed to be doing barely counted as a massage. Still, he had to angrily brush him off when Motto's presumably filthy fingernails got near his eyes. In a way, the hunter was rather disappointed that his end hadn't come just yet, because it seemed like another instance of his dangerously impulsive friend unintentionally fucking with his mental state. Spike gripped the steering wheel tighter while his anger at just everything about this night seemed to billow up from his soul. It was faint, but even his breaths came out as furious grunts, while his frown turned into a pissed off grimace. He needed to vent, or he felt like he'd explode. Thankfully, the hunter found a perfect stress toy when he looked into the rear view mirror and noticed a car obviously tailing them. "Hold on." Was all Spike stated to his passengers through a sadistic smile, before slowly the car just a few MPH to close the distance. With a quick jerk of the emergency brake he brought the speeding car to a virtual dead stop, while the other car slammed into the back of them with no time to substantially slow down. The hood of the other car bent back obscuring the windshield and a great blast of steam rose from the engine compartment undoubtedly from the ruptured cooling system hitting the hot engine. Spike's vehicle on the other hand was certainly no longer as pretty as it had been, but besides a busted open trunk had little structural damage. Modern engineering did have its strong points. No sooner had the sound of the crash faded from his ears was Spike unbuckled and out of the driver's seat. A few crisp strides brought him to the damaged trunk, and it took him half that time to reach inside and pull out the tire iron from the jack compartment. He sprinted for the other car when he heard one of the doors slowly open, seeing it was the driver fighting his way from under the airbags. The man's head sported a nasty gash mostly likely from hitting his head on the steering wheel, and Spike would blame his sluggish reflexes on a likely concussion. He was still looking clueless seconds before he turned, just in time to see a man swinging a tire iron towards his head. Spike was still sporting his grin when the driver's head crumpled under the heft of the tool's strike, but quickly frowned with some brains and blood hit his face. Mere moments after the man's body hit the ground the passenger door started to slowly open as well. The hunter slid across the hood with practiced ease, then threw his whole weight against the door and the man halfway through it. The result was a wet crunch and a blood curdling scream as the metal door crushed the man's right forearm and left fingers with ease. Spike silenced the yowling shortly after they started, by opening the door again and driving the chisel end of the Iron through the wounded man's eye socket nearly to the halfway point. Again the spray of blood caught the hunter about the neck and shoulders, just this time while yanking the tool clear of the skull. With the same speed that he'd committed these murders, he sprinted back to his car while sirens closed in the distance. As if in reverse he tossed the blood smeared tool into the trunk and hopped back into the driver's seat. "Alright, that's taken care of." Spike stated coldly, as he brought the vehicle back to its cruising speed. With a freehand he quickly dug into one pocket then another, pulling out first his smart phone and second his wallet. "Here, Ylva, look in the business card section of my wallet and first grab an orange card with rounded edges. Should be a body shop, text 013 to the number on it, you should get a 'ok' back." He added, tossing them both back without seeing if she was ready to catch them. "While you're looking at cards, grab the one with a picture of a tropical beach and a boat on both sides, should be a travel agency. Can't miss it. Call them and ask what kind of 'Bad Weather Specials' they have tonight. Please pick the best location they offer, the further away the better." With his orders given the hunter quickly set about cleaning his hands, face and chest with a box of moist towelettes on the console behind the hand brake. These sharks could smell desperation a mile away, and showing up covered in blood was a good way to have the prices from their services double or triple. 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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Sep 1 2017, 04:30 PM Post #66 |
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His hand was swatted away with ease and Motto groaned in fury. Pain seeped into his thoughts, and the raven curled into himself. Failing wasn’t an option, but it hurt to blink. To breathe. To be. He already borrowed strength he didn’t have just to sit up. Lying down again was out of the question… or any kind of moving for that matter. Motto did move however, his face slamming violently into the back of Spike’s seat as the car came to a sudden stop. A pained cry tore itself from his throat, and the Hunter fell to the floor unconscious. He would sink into a deep and dreamless state for a much longer period this time with the fresh bruising to his fractured skull. |
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| LittlexWolfxHunter | Sep 2 2017, 08:38 AM Post #67 |
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It seemed like Spike knew Motto. Well, they were both Hunters so it made since that some may know others. That's how she met Motto. Trying her best, Ylva pulled the amber-eyed Hunter off Spike before Spike threw the car into a complete stop. The momentum made the wolf lose grip of Motto, which caused him to hit the back seat pretty hard. Quickly, Ylva picked up her unconscious friend and did her best to lay him down across the seat and place his head in her lap. Poor Motto...and Spike... The majyuu kept putting everyone around her in danger. Why did she think that everything would be fine once Demyan was dead? That everything would go back to normal and she'd be home free? No. People were after her because she was up for grabs and not owned by someone else anymore. She was fair game and they weren't going to let her leave without trying to capture her. Looking out the back of the car, turquoise eyes watched as Spike grabbed something from the damaged trunk of the car. Lowering her ears, Ylva watched as Spike beat the life out of the two people who were following them and the wolf could tell that they were goons that were most likely tasked with getting her back for some mafia family. The ease in which he disposed of the two men frightened her. She was glad Spike was her friend and not of the other end of that tire iron. He quickly came back to the car, blood on him, and proceeded to drive. A phone and a wallet were given to her, as well as directions on what to do with both of them. Listening to the instructions Spike gave her, Ylva searched for both cards before using the phone to contact the numbers on both. Taking the orange card first, the majyuu text '013' to the number listed and waited for the supposed reply of 'ok'. Soon enough, a text was sent with the desired word. Now onto the next task. Actually calling someone on the phone. Taking a breath to steady her nerves, she dialed the number on the card with the two boats on a tropical beach. A series of rings met her before someone picked up and reiterated a greeting to her. "Umm...I would like to know what 'Bad Weather Specials' you have this evening?" She asked, doing her best to put on her 'business' voice. There was a pause and soon enough, a list of locations were given to her to choose from. Spike had told her to choose the furthest location from York Shin and at the mention of Jappon as one of the locations to choose from, she decided to choose that location. The majyuu remembers that the country was particularly far from where they were. Hopefully it was the right choice and that she hasn't put them in further danger. "Jappon, please." The person, or whoever was on the other side confirmed her choice and then hung up. Ylva carefully put the wallet and phone in the passenger's seat beside Spike. It was quiet for a while and she looked to him. It was obvious that he was upset by this predicament she had placed him in. "Spike...I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess I caused for you..a-and that you had to kill those guys back there..." Her voice was small, nervousness finding its way in as she looked back to where that car was and then back to him. "But...I'm thankful that you came...thank you, for all this." Her gaze then went back to Motto, her hand gently running through his hair as concern and worry flooded through her. And guilt. |
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| Bug in a Bag | Sep 3 2017, 02:19 PM Post #68 |
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Spike had been correct in assuming the rear collision wouldn't cripple anything with their car, but he hadn't thought about the extra drag the damaged trunk would cause. Every time the formerly aerodynamic vehicle would try to take a corner at speed he almost lost control. Still, this danger was still nothing compared to what the hunter imagined would eventually come raining down on him and his passengers. Hell had never seemed so close before tonight. Between trying not to kill them going around corners and contemplating who he could bribe or beg to make this go away, Spike really wasn't paying much attention to how Ylva was following his instructions. Only the second was really imperative, yet the first would definitely help his pocket and make destroying the car himself unnecessary. It was a win-win all around. The hunter's ears perked up at Jappon being mentioned, really not expecting that journey to really be on the menu. The agency had certainly expanded his range since the last time he did a job for them, he just hoped this didn't mean higher rates for their help. Again something Ylva said would break Spike from his near trance, just this time it was her stating his name. Truth be told, her going over the events of the last half hour registered in his mind as more something someone else had done rather than him. The hunter's blood rain a bit cold thinking back to the fact he'd murdered two guys like they were nothing and instantly put it out of his mind. Killing was not supposed to be as easy or mundane as breathing or blinking, but somehow, deep down, he felt like this would be his only way to stay sane in the coming years. "....You don't have to thank me, Ylva. I told you i'd come if you ran into trouble, and I like to be a man of my word." Spike explained in a calm tone, slight laughter erupting at the end. "Honestly though, I wasn't expecting you to get into this much trouble, not this soon anyway. Gonna assume Motto is at least ninety percent responsible for this. He's a good friend and all, but damn does he have a knack for stirring shit up." The hunter's laughter slowly faded into a light chuckle to himself as he rounded the corner to the brunch and harbor district, just like the first night they'd met. "Alright, I'm gonna let you two off at the travel agency. Knock on the glass door twice and a woman in a red dress should come greet you. Tell her that you arranged the cruise, and that there are three passengers. If Motto is too heavy to lug around at that point she should have some goons around to help. PLEASE keep him from killing or maiming anyone!" "I shouldn't be long disposing of the car, and you both should be safe under her protection until then. If she mentions anything about payment tell her 'The driver will pick up the tab'. Just get on the boat they tell you to and get comfortable." Spike quickly exposited, glancing back in the mirror several times to see if his friend was paying attention. He only hoped that things went as smooth as he made it out to be. "Alright, here's your stop." The hunter stated flatly, slowing to a halt at the walkway entrance to a two-story building on the water's edge ten yards back. "Be right back." |
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| LittlexWolfxHunter | Sep 3 2017, 06:58 PM Post #69 |
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The car was acting strangely, but why wouldn't it after that abrupt crash that had occurred only moments ago. The turning especially seemed off and they've come close to flipping the car or loosing all control on it. Good thing Spike was very talented when it came to driving. If it had been some amateur, the car would've taken a tumble already. Hearing that Spike said that calling him was okay, Ylva shook her head. "...I'm sure you weren't expecting a situation like this, though, where I'd put your life on the line...I-I'm still sorry for all this...and...I was just as responsible for this mess as Motto. It's...not entirely his fault. I was the one that ripped Demyan's throat out..." A soft, sad sigh left her as she thought about everything that transpired. Killing the person that cared for her, yet used her, in such a savage way. A way that she never thought that she could kill someone, let alone it being her first time taking someone's life away. It all left her feeling numb and complicated by what she had done. Out of anxiety, her fingers stroked Motto's hair in a gentle motion. The drive continued until they reached a familiar part of town. It was the place where Spike had taken her for breakfast when they first met. A genuine smile graced her lips as she remembered that time. He had been really nice to her, and now he was risking everything to save her again, just like Motto had. Just then, Spike announced that he was going to drop off Ylva and Motto at the travel agency while he went and disposed of the car. A small twinge of anxiety ran though her as she looked down at herself. She barely had any clothes covering her body, let alone being covered in someone else's blood. It wasn't something you just walk out in the daylight in. Hopefully no one would question her, especially while she held Motto. They arrived at their stop. On shaky legs, the majyuu exited the car and went about the other side so she could put Motto on her back in order to carry him in. Placing him on her back, his arms over her shoulder, the she-wolf went to Spike's driver's side and looked to him, concern filling her eyes. "Please...do your best to be safe," she asked of him before heading to the entrance of the the travel agency. Nervous eyes scanned the door as she tried to summon the courage to knock twice. Closing her eyes she quickly knocked and stepped back as she waited for her woman to answer. Wolfen ears lowered a bit as she shouldered Motto. He still hasn't woken up...was he really injured moreso than she thought? If that was the case, Ylva decided that she'd heal him with her Nen song once they were inside and secured on the boat. |
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| Bug in a Bag | Sep 5 2017, 04:50 PM Post #70 |
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Spike's mind was so far ahead thinking on how his next part of this escape would hopefully go down that Ylva's words nearly went unanswered. "Oh, I will. You do the same." He rambled off in a near monotone, dazed somewhat from suddenly breaking from his deep train of thought. As soon as the hunter made sure his friends were back enough from the car to avoiding crushing toes, he gunned the engine and bounded down along the docks. Another sharp, and trunk hampered, turn brought him back to the street lined with restaurants he might never get a chance to eat at again. Once more Spike's mind settled back in the task at hand, letting thoughts of murder or his friend's safety fade away for now. They'd secured a way out from this death trap of a city fairly easily with his connections, but payment was still a necessity before the boat would move an inch. The hunter couldn't guarantee that going to the bank or back home for cash wouldn't get them caught, so calling in another favor was the only real choice he had. Hopefully, Hammond would be in a generous mood that night. The car's top speed brought Spike to his destination in least than fifteen minutes through the light traffic: a ramp off the street leading to an overhead door for the building's basement. The driver slowed as he went down the steep incline and finally stopped a few feet from the door, then flashed the high beams twice. The door instantly rumbled to life, motors lifting the heavy steel sections and bathing the car in light from within as the gap widened. A smile spread across Spike's face as he slowly drove in and found the massive chop shop as busy as ever, despite the late hour. Dozens of men in matching jumpsuits scrambled about the concrete work floor, raising all sorts of vehicles on hydraulic lifts and lowering nothing but bare frames in easily record time. A familiar face with removed sleeves and a clipboard directed him to an empty bay with three men waiting like piranhas for their next meal. However, they wouldn't lay a finger on the car until the hunter had arranged terms for its destruction. "Hey, Jay. Been awhile." Spike called out to the man holding the clipboard, getting a smile and wave in return while he approached. The conversation between the hunter and his old acquaintance was understandably brief but full of pleasantries, at least until the topic of selling prize turned sour. "No, no, no This is the ZX model, the engine alone is worth that price. I'm insulted, Jay. Can you go get Hammond, we can sort this out." The driver stated with mild indignation, really hoping he wasn't about to choke on his own words. It didn't take more than a few minutes for Jay to return with the shop's head mechanic, but it felt nearly like hours to Spike's nerves. He'd been coming to this place a long time for buying, selling and everything in between, yet Hammond still intimidated him to a degree. Normally he stayed in the office towards the back, so his presence on the work floor usually meant something very good or very bad was going down. If the driver played his cards right it'd be the former. "H-hey, Hammond! You're looking good." Spike greeted the man as he approached, instantly regretting leading out with a compliment. Now the mechanic definitely knew right out the gate that he wanted a favor from him. Hammond was nearly a full head shorter than Spike, but a young life working his way up from the bottom had gifted him with a rippling physique to make a body builder jealous. The graying at the temples of his black mane and wrinkles across tanned skin did nothing to soften the terror one felt from his striking blue gaze. The hat he wore sporting SHOP BOSS across the crown was just icing on the cake really. "What do you want?" The aged man asked in a smooth tone, after parting his chapped lips enough to remove an ornate smoking pipe from his lips. Spike did his best to maintain a confident cadence as he listed off all the reasons the offered price was unacceptable, bringing up old times and the vehicles he'd hunted down for the old man in the past when that didn't seem to be getting him anywhere. Hammond's haunting silence during this exchange wore on the driver's composure until eventually he just stopped talking to await a decision. Almost predictably, it wasn't words that escaped Hammond's dried lips next, but a sharp whistle and then a look over his shoulder to Jay. Spike had to let out the breath he'd been holding as the younger mechanic sprinted off towards the office, and the old man actually cracked a sly smile. The driver accepted a handshake from Hammond the second he offered it, wincing only a little as his joints creaked and popped under the grip. "I won't forget this. You owe me six deliveries when and wherever I want them. Keep your phone close." Hammond stated with conviction and a deep smile, increasing the pressure until Spike was nearly brought to his knees. Still, the driver wore a smirk of his own as after being released and Jay returned with a large brown sack. "Thanks, both of you." He said as the hefty sum was handed over, looking inside the bag to briefly ogle the crisp and banded bills within. With negotiations over Hammond turned and started back for the office, with Jay going over to order the piranhas to get to chopping, only with Spike to approach the latter with a purchase before he left. After another exchange of money and handshakes, the driver flew out of the garage on a superbike that clearly had his old ZX beat in speed. Gliding through traffic brought him back to the docks in nearly half the time, yet he was almost sad with its expedience. He wouldn't get the chance to enjoy the wind and night air rushing around him again, because he chose to it into the ocean right after arriving at the agency. It'd be better to tie up loose ends than leave a trail back to Hammond, or having to pay an outrage fee to take it with him on this journey. With brown bag in arm, Spike strolled to the glass doors with a spring in his step, praying to a god he didn't believe in that this debacle was about to be over. Edited by Bug in a Bag, Sep 6 2017, 01:53 PM.
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