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| ~Alissa~ | Oct 28 2014, 04:51 PM Post #61 |
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“Look at them all scramble to impress that monkey” Sam stood out of site looking over the hanger watching as Jimmy left the longsword behind. “He looks like he was expecting this treatment” Cat said over the earpiece from her vantage point “you let it slip he was touching down?” “mhm….this place is too small for a slicker like that to show up, even if the rest of his crew comes through time to time. A little rumor and all the boot lickers will fall over themselves Sam watched as Vega left followed by the remaining three crewmembers and watched them head into town such as it was “All right, go get in position, he’ll set you up with a shot. Thinks get harry you take your shot, I’ll be close. Same goes for you Kiddo” “Sam, there isn’t one lowlife on this rock that would risk giving Alex a reason to pay them a visit, even for Vega” -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ “You’re looking sharp” came Grace’s voice as she reached his table and seated herself. He didn’t invite her and he knew who ever was coming would not wait for one. He looked up at her a moment before lifting his beer from the table and taking a long drink. “No sailor joke...I’m disappointed” he said returning to his meal. He let her talk, she seemed to like to do it, and if found listening was a good deal more useful to him in most cases. At last she asked the question that really needed answering, at least from her. He looked up from his meal then over to the bar where Derrek and Mike were sitting. It gave him a chance to take in the locations of Ronnie and Nick as well before he looked back toward Grace quietly a moment. “That right there, is the right question” he said with a bit of a grin leaning back on his chair quietly as he studied his newly arrived dinner partner. “At least one of them anyway” he took another long drink from his beer setting it down. “Honestly there is part of me that still wants to throw him out an airlock and let nature take its course” he said with a shrug “ or zap him with that gun there a few times” he shrugged “that isn’t how I do things though, which I think you know” “But you know what it isn’t a simple answer really, you put a desperate man in my home where he got uncomfortably close to being in the same room as my sister, which would have changed the tone of this conversation a good deal.” He flashed an almost predatory smile that held zero humor in it. “So there is something of the bond of a fellow service member that kept me from putting a bullet in head from the word go…that is part of it” he spread his hands palm up “And he is a tragic figure in his own right. Made some comically bad choices and is currently paying for them, which nurtures a bit of sympathy from me; mostly though I didn’t kill him because he was smart enough to stop before he really tested our resolve. So that is why he is still alive, as for why I’m handing him back over…that’s not out of any sense of mercy or kindness, if I was being nice he would be in the wind. The man has a debt and he needs to pay it, his own dumb ass got him into the situation, so he needs to get himself out of it, no help from me on that front, at least not a lot of it. Man wants to play the lone wolf then I’m going to let him think he is alone” “There are a couple reasons I wanted to talk though, I had hopped your boss would decide to join the conversation but if you can speak for him then this will work too. First on the subject or our wayward friend back there, I feel just sorry enough for him not to want him dead…but I’m not off this job either so what do we do?” he grinned a bit “ so I have a wager for your boss. This race we have going, trying to get the Valhalla, find this package, and get back to the client. I get there first, you give me Derek’s debt, I’ll decide how to collect, but at the end of it he gets to keep converting oxygen into carbon dioxide. If I don’t, you lot keep the bounty, and I owe you one job, no charge, but I’ll decide if we take it” -_-_-_-_-_-_-_ |
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| ~The Boss~ | Dec 14 2014, 05:27 AM Post #62 |
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"My boss, huh?" Grace savored the words, her grin getting wider. "That's cute." She casually took a sip of her drink, never breaking eye contact with him. "Tell me something, Captain. You've been listening in on us." It was more a statement of fact than an accusation, though she had no real proof, just a sneaking suspicion based on their capabilities and what she would've done in the same situation. "Do you honestly think that man can give me orders?" Her smile faded, and now she was locked into a pure staredown. The message was clear: she was running the show, and the rules had changed. Throw out everything you thought you knew, Captain Powell, cause you're playing a whole new ballgame now. "Let me tell you something about Jimmy Vega," she said. "The man is a liar and a scumbag. He likes to think of himself as a man of integrity when in reality he doesn't have any." She could have easily have been talking about his professional career, but something about the tone of her voice said that she was most definitely not. "And yet, for some inane reason, I still care about him. I dunno, maybe it's all the drugs affecting my judgment. But that's the truth. Pretty pathetic, huh?" Grace leaned back in her chair, taking a drag from her cigarette like she didn't have a care in the universe. Letting her smile return just a bit, she softly brushed aside a stay lock of hair. It was subtle, but she was flirting with him, just a little bit. Hey, if Jimmy could do it... ......................... "Uno mas, por favor!" Ronnie called out to the man as he set his empty mug down on the bar. After being served another pint, he sidled over to where Mike and Derrick were seated, slapping the latter on the back and extending his hand to the former. "How ya doin' pal?" he said. "Ronnie Black, pleased to meet you!" Despite being regarded as the designated loose cannon of the crew, he was nothing if not friendly. "Look man, I just want you to know that I don't want there to be no hard feelings between us. It's just business, you know? I mean, you might not think it, but Jimmy really likes you guys. Matter of fact, when this is all over, he wants you guys to come and work for us. And we always got lotsa good work that needs doing. And for damn good money, too." ......................... "I do not accept your offer," Grace said, her tone flat and yet somehow managing not to lose an ounce of her cockiness. "It's way too lopsided in your favor, any fool can see that. But I suppose that's the point, isn't it? After all, you probably think you have all the leverage here. "Well, you don't. Maybe you would with Jimmy, but not with me." A quick flick of her wrist, and all of a sudden she had a knife, displaying a sleight of hand that would make a magician weep with envy. She tossed it up in the air and caught it by the blade, holding it between the two of them. "If I wanted to, I could kill Derrick without even getting up from this chair," she said. She set the knife down on the table, but didn't let it go. "But I don't want that. And I suspect you don't want that. And I know damn sure Derrick doesn't want that. So here's how it's gonna be. You win, then you do what you want, just like you said. We'll be just fine. Jimmy will suffer a little bit of wounded pride, but he'll get over it. I'll make him get over it. But if we win, then Derrick's debt becomes your debt. You'll be the one responsible for paying it off, or suffer the consequences. Either way, Derrick goes free. "However, you reject my offer, and Derrick dies. Plain and simple. Now then, the upside to that is that we'll go home, and you'll be free to collect the bounty without any further interference from us. After all, you clearly need the money way more than we do. But something tells me you're not the kind of man for whom all that money can buy a clear conscience. "So, what's it gonna be, Captain?" |
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| ~Alissa~ | Dec 23 2014, 02:25 PM Post #63 |
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Damn but Alex hated it when someone changed the tune without warning. There was a flicker across his face, it might have been anger, it might have been amusement, but it was certainly not fear. There was something in his baring that said death was not something he was afraid of, certainly not at the hands of Vega and crew. There was also a sense of tension in him; not the sort of tension born of fear, or anxiety, more the sense that he was keeping a tight leash on himself. He reached for his beer and lifted it taking a long drink, giving himself a chance to quiet his own temper. “Really I think it’s a minor miracle you all get anything done; maybe I just come from a different world. Seems to me you run any business the way you and Vega do, you end up out of business in a hurry” He locked eyes with her quietly as the pretense of humor drained from his face “I’m pretty sure you’ve figured out I don’t like threats. And it’s clear you think you get me, like you’ve unlocked some secret to my personality. And the fact that you are correct in that I will not trade another man’s life for cash or for my own safety will probably confirm something to you” he leaned forward quietly, just a little “you might also be right about some things, guy like me, I’m sure in some ways I am exactly like you think I am, for example I put a lot of weight in my word, I say I’m going to do something I’m sure as hell going to do it. So we are clear….if you or your crew ever….ever get within a mile of hurting my sister again, I will drop everything else in my life and put each of you in the ground, you have my word on that.” -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Mike looked at the hand then toward Ronnie coolly for a long moment before reaching and shaking it firmly. “No hard feelings hmm?” he said withdrawing his hand looking toward Ronnie for a long moment “The fact you think Alex would take a job from your boss after what he’s done would make me laugh if you weren’t serious” “No hard feelings…” Mike shook his head chuckling a bit “You know we work with Gangsters from time to time. They bring in good work from time to time” he turned facing Ronnie quietly “They are business men, I don’t know what you all are but this hasn’t been business since the word go.” “From what I hear you lot came up in the life, but never made the leap from thugs to real gangsters. I figure something happened and the person who was supposed to let you know how the adults acted never got the chance. Oh you got the influence….the prestige even, but I bet you ask the people who really matter, the people with real power, the ones who earned real respect, your just a bunch of kids playing at being the real deal.” He turned to face Ronnie fully lifting his glass “but you tried to make nice, so thanks for that at least…Cheers” -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ On a roof top across the street right over the Pizza place team Vega had scoped out the pub Cat knelt looking through a scope into the building below “She’s got a knife out…damn that was fast” Sam’s gruff voice replied in one ear *steady there kid. What’s the captain doing?* “He seems….relaxed, like its completely normal…” *cool as a cucumber, this aint his first rodeo. Keep cool and watch for the sign, otherwise stay calm* “You still have eyes on Scanlan?” *yupp, doing his best to look intimidating with his back to the window* “I gotta say….with this crew’s reputation I did not expect to be doing this sort of thing” *Cap plays the nice guy but he’ll throw in with the best of them. He’s restraining himself right now; last one to come remotely that close to Hannah got spaced. He knows better than to play that game with this crew though* -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Alex sat back in his chair looking toward Grace “As to the bet” he extended his hand across the table “you’re on” |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jan 4 2015, 02:06 AM Post #64 |
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Alex's rage was palpable. Grace could practically smell it hanging in the air with her cigarette smoke and the aroma of greasy food. She'd touched a nerve. No, that wasn't quite right. She'd been probing around, sure, looking for a sensitive spot. But in the end, he'd touched it himself. She took one last big long drag, smoking it almost all the way down to the filter before stubbing it out in the ashtray. For a long while, she just stared into his eyes through the curtain of smoke. There was in intensity in there she hadn't seen for a long while, certainly not from her boys. Sure, they were passionate, just not about the things that really mattered. Bitches and money, mostly. But this young man, he reminded her more of Travis. Full of a righteous fire ready to consume anyone unfortunate to stand in his way. "Fine," she said. "Hannah is off limits. I have no issue with that, Captain. As a matter of fact, she was never in any danger to begin with." At long last, she lit up again. "What, you weren't expecting an argument, were you?' Again with that cryptic smile. "You wanna know what I think? I think you're wrong about us. I thing you're wrong about me. I'm not some cold-blooded killer. I do what I have to do to get the job done, and I'm pretty damn good at it, too. Bet I can outshoot that cute little redhead of yours any old day of the week. But I got no desire to take out someone who doesn't have it coming." The memories of her First came flooding back to her, as they always did when she was having this conversations. Or looking through a scope. She'd been all of nineteen years old. pressed into duty in the midst of a bloody gang war. Nick had taught her how to shoot, and she'd taken to it like a duck in water. But that hadn't meant she was ready to take a life, even that of someone who was actively working to kill the people she'd come to call family. Oh, she'd put on a brave face, not wanting to look like a wuss in front of him and his ex-SpecOps buddies. She pulled the trigger and blew Paulie's brains out, managed to keep up her poker face in the getaway van, then vomited her guts out back home at Jimmy's place. They made love until dawn, and it was the only thing keeping her from crying herself to sleep. Her body count had grown since then, and it hurt less these days. But that didn't mean it felt good. It didn't mean she got that rush like she did after a big score. Grace didn't breathe a word of that story to Alex, but no doubt he saw the pain in her eyes, even if it was only a brief flicker. "You're from the Outer Colonies, right? Nice family, stable existence, real Salt of the Earth type folk, huh? I come from El Paso. Little town in the middle of the desert back on the homeworld. It's hot, arid, and with a long tradition of violence and criminality. Good town to get shot in. And my mom was right in the middle of it all, teaching me the ways of the Underworld from the time I was a little girl. Then I got to New York City. Bigger and colder, and with different accents, but the blood and the money flow just as easily. Long story short, I didn't choose this life. I was born into it. We all were. You say you come from a different world? You're goddamn right." She knocked back the rest of her drink and held up her glass to get the waitress's attention. "Take a look around, Captain. Take a good, long look. Ask yourself whose world you're in right now. I don't care how good you are at what you do, you don't belong here." She reached over and tugged on his coat, emphasizing her point. "You're trying to protect the people you love, I'm trying to do the same. But what you don't realize is that we're trying to protect them from the same person. I'm trying to save Jimmy from himself. He has his way, people will die. Maybe your people, maybe my people. That's the way it goes in our world. We've all seen our fair share of death and then some. Just ask Ronnie about his dad." The waitress arrived with another gin and tonic. Grace offered a polite smile and took a sip. "We do this my way, nobody has to die. But we gotta understand each other here. And we gotta trust each other to some degree. That may not be the easiest thing to do, but we gotta try. Cause if not, then I can't promise you that I can hold these boys back." ......................... Ronnie stared dumbfoundedly at Mike. He couldn't believe the words that had just come out of this guy's mouth. "You fuckin' serious man? You really gonna do me like that? I come over here tryin' to be nice, I show you some fuckin' respect, and you're just gonna throw it back in my face like that?" He drained the last of his beer and called for another, his face significantly redder than it had been moments ago. "Who the fuck do you think you are, talkin' to me like that?" he bellowed. "You're just some low rent scavenger. No, not even! You're a scavenger's little bitch! You think you're hot shit out here, you wouldn't last two days in the Big Bad Apple! You know what we do to disrespectful little motherfuckers like you back home? We chop you up into little pieces. And I mean that fuckin' literally! Chop you up into tiny little pieces and feed you to the fuckin' lions at the zoo." The bartender handed Ronnie another beer, which was probably the last thing he needed at the moment. He took a big long chug then slammed it down on the bar. "Tell you what," he said. "Since you obviously don't know what the fuck you're talking about, I'm gonna give you one chance to apologize, or I'm gonna bust your head wide open." |
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| ~Alissa~ | Jan 6 2015, 02:57 PM Post #65 |
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He believed her; even though his gut told him not to trust her that she could lie as easily as he breathed he knew on some level that she was being strait with him, which meant he could at least take her at his word for the moment, which is not to say he could relax. He was quiet a moment and something in the way he carried himself changed, at first it might appear that the anger was falling back but something in the set of his jaw told a different story. He was still angry it just wasn’t focused on Grace and crew for the moment. This was a man angry at the universe, furious over what had happened and his inability to do a single thing about it besides bare witness. “You know what, that world you think I come from? Where people work hard, treat each other right, and are happy and all that noise?” he shook his head “it’s a damned lie….” He picked up his beer and drained it setting it down quietly for a moment. He caught himself getting rather dark and shook his head a moment before signaling to the waitress he’d like another beer. “In my world people don’t like an honest man in the business, in my world you get pushed you push back hard to make the point, nothing comes for free, no one is out there to help you, you build what you need and you protect it. I don’t play by the rules out of some great respect for the law, the law isn’t there to protect people like me.” He stared at the beer that arrived at the table for a moment before looking back to her “My world is dead, this is the world I have to live in.” “I’m not fresh off the farm, I’ll play ball” It was about then there were sounds of commotion from the bar, people were drawing away from where they thought there might be a fight, and right in the middle of it were Mike and Ronnie. Alex paused turning to look over his shoulder before looking back to grace raising an eyebrow quizzically. “are they about too do what I think they are about to do?” -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ “Apologize?” Mike asked incredulously “you didn’t come over here to show respect you came over to claim some sort of philosophical high ground. You think you lot are better than we are and to prove it you sauntered over here to play nice” Mike turned sliding off the bar stool, he was a bit shorter than Ronnie and maybe a bit lighter but Mike was also a fighter. He wasn't about to take the first swing but anyone sober enough to read body language would know he was ready for what would follow. “Better a scavenger than a parasite, least I serve a purpose” Maybe Mike was still mad about the blow to the head, maybe he’d had a little more to drink then he intended, maybe he had just reached his quota of bullshit criminals say to make themselves feel better, either way there he was…poking the bear |
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| ~The Boss~ | Mar 19 2015, 06:57 PM Post #66 |
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Ronnie Black had never been the smartest, most sophisticated guy in the universe. Despite having received a top flight education from St. Catherine's Catholic High School - just as Jimmy and Grace had - he was a self-described Old School Irish Hooligan and damn proud of it, like his father before him and his father before him. This was never going to end well. He took one last chug, finishing his beer, and slammed the glass down on the bar, drawing a nervous look from the bartender who was afraid he might break it with that much force. Ronnie locked eyes with Mike, his nostrils flaring like a bull in the ring, then took a great big swing and connected with his chin. And the brawl was on. ........................ “I’m not fresh off the farm, I’ll play ball” Grace smiled at him again, though this time it was far more genuine than what she had previously been giving him. She could be quite warm and friendly when she wanted to be. You're not a bad person, Henry used to tell her. You may lead a life of crime, but don't let that affect who you are. Sure, it was probably a rationalization, but damned if Grace didn't try her hardest to live by that. “Are they about to do what I think they are about to do?” Grace looked up past Alex, just in time to see Ronnie slug Mike right in the face. Typical. Over by the door, she could see Nick's eyes light up. There were few things that energized him more than a good bar fight. Alex was about to get up, but Grace put a hand on his arm. "Hold up there, Captain," she said. "Let 'em get it out of their system. It'll help relieve the tension." Her grin took on a slightly different charater, this one a little more flirtatious. One could only imagine what else she had in mind to relieve the tension. |
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| ~Alissa~ | Mar 19 2015, 07:51 PM Post #67 |
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Some one a long time ago had taught Micheal Anderson to take a punch, and he had learned the lesson well. His jaw could have been a brick and for all the effect it seemed to have on the man. He didn't go down or even really stagger. He brought his attention back to Ronnie a cut on the right side of his lower lip which cracked into a grin showing just a bit of blood there, he must have cut his lip on his teeth when he was hit. It was the look in his eye that made the people behind Ronnie scatter though. “....shit...I know that look.” said Alex with just a hint of resignation just before Mike swung his left fist from below and up followed by two quick blows to the body before falling into a sort of boxing stance same grin plastered on his face as he began throwing quick jabs to test the drunker man's reflexes Alex looked toward grace a moment catching the edge in her smile and raising an eyebrow as if to ask “seriously” as some self preservation mechanism in his mind began to list off all the reasons that was a bad idea. Alex reached into his pocket and produced a little radio “Sam..” “yeah boss...” “bar fight” “I see that...want it over?” Alex looked across the table to Grace for a moment “just get down here and make sure no one sneaks up on Mikey and stabs him” “yes boss” Alex dropped the radio back in his jacket pocket and picked up his beer “I tried to pull Mike out of a fight once...got a fractured cheekbone for the effort, after that I let the MP's take care of it...lesson learned the hard way” Alex drained the beer and stood watching, not the fight but what was happening on the edges of it. He seemed to be waiting for something, watching for some sign or action. As yet it was two guys fighting not a full fledged barroom brawl. But he knew it was just a matter of time. “alright.....whos got the match?” almost on cue it happened, Mike in his dancing around bumped into a large man with a shaved head, eyes set just a little too close together and a leather jacket displaying an affiliation to some group that seemed rather fond of fire and skulls. The man dropped his beer and glared at mike who was still focused on Ronnie and reached down pulling a knife (or small sword) from his boot. “yep....big and armed....every time. Excuse me” Alex strolled right up to the man who was advancing on his friend with clear intent and tapped him on the shoulder. Looked him in the eye with a glare that suggested he would like just as much to put that knifeinto the captain. “hi...you look a little upset....” Alex stretched out his arms “hug?” he said with a smile, the man growled and lunged with the knife, there was a flurry of motion, big and stupid was on his back, a table had been over turned, and Alex had a new knife and stood facing Curly's friends ( Alex was calling him Curly in his own head) holding the knife like it was the most natural thing in the world with his boot on Curly's neck. “now guys....what we have here is a failure to communicate...lets talk” |
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| ~The Boss~ | Apr 12 2015, 10:43 PM Post #68 |
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Grace watched the proceedings with an eyeroll and a grin. Boys will be boys, she thought to herself, as even Powell had jumped into the fray. Ostensibly it was to watch his friend's back, but it made little pratical difference. He was right, though. They needed to put a stop to this before it really got out of hand. Just not till she finished her drink. She sat their at the table whike the brawl raged on around her, camly sipping her beverage and dragging on her cigarette without any sense of urgency. Once she noticed Alex's back was turned, she snuck herself a couple bites of his steak. It was juicy, buttery, if a bit cold at this point, but still more delicious than a steak cooked in a place like this had any right to be. The mashed potatoes and veggies weren't bad either. Just as she was taking another sip, she saw something out of the corner of her eye, over by the entrance. Someone was taking advantage of the chaos and trying to ghost. "Where do you think you're going Derrick?" she called out, never even turning around. He stopped in his tracks and looked back at her just sitting there like nothing. Slowly, looked over her shoulder at him and just said "Sit down." It was calm and flat, but there were a thousand different threats in those words he couldn't even begin to imagine. As he was returning to his seat, she spotted Nick. He'd just thrown a man as big as he was to the ground and sat on top of him pummeling the bastard. "You're doing great!" she said when he noticed her. He returned her smile only to catch one right in the chin. Undaunted, he went right back to work. Another drag and her cigarette was down to the filter. She stubbed it out in the ashtray and knocked back the rest of her drink. Now it was time to stop the fight. She got up from her seat and, calmly as could be, walked right up to Alex and plucked his sidearm from it's holster. Before he could react, she leapt up onto the bar and fired a single shot into the ceiling. That got everyone's attention. "Alright guys, you've had your fun. Time to pack it up." She stood up there, staring down everyone like she would personally kill every single persin who didn't heed her warning. Whether or not she could was completely irrelevant. She had, or at least affected, enough of a commanding presence that they'd easily believe her. But that was her game: always act like the baddest bitch in the room, no matter the odds. Oh, they'll listen alright. Once everyone started clearing out, she climbed down off the bar and went right back up to Alex, sticking his weapon back in the holster and letting her hand linger there for a moment longer than was necessary, never breaking eye contact with him. Maybe it was a bit on the nose, but of courses that was the point. Everything Grace did was calculated right down to the smallest detail. Before he could do anything she quicly turned around and found Ronnie. "You," she said, jabbing her finger right in his face. "What the hell is wrong with you?" "He started it!" Ronnie protested. "Bullshit. I watched the whole thing go down. I saw you throw the first punch." "Yeah, well..." he stammered. "He insulted me! He insulted us!" "It's a legit complaint, Grace," Nick said, his face looking very much like that of a man who'd just been in a bar fight. "Can't let that shit slide." As he spoke, the man who'd he'd been beating on earlier came up behind him and gave him a surprisingly friendly slap on the back. "Good seeing you, Nick." "Hey, you too, Joe. Say hi to Clara for me." Grace shook her head. "You are so not helping." She then turned back to Alex, a look of you see what I have to deal with written all over her face. Then she went over to Mike, who still looked ready to scrap. "C'mere," she said, putting an arm around his shoulder and leading him away from the group just a bit. "Tell Ronnie you're sorry." She then leaned in closer and spoke under her breath so no one else would hear. "You don't have to mean it, just say it." Mike was certainly welcome to object, but it was entirely futile at this point. Grace was in full Mother Hen mode now and couldn't be stopped. |
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| ~Alissa~ | Apr 26 2015, 07:07 PM Post #69 |
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Grace would notice two things about the pistol she borrowed from Alex, first was that it was not the standard sidearm one would expect a former Navy officer to carry. It was instead a long barreled revolver. Second that it was old, not ancient of course, a replica from a time long past though, built to withstand modern ammunition but otherwise looking very much like a peacemaker from the early 20th century. While not the most powerful weapon in the modern age it did have a few advantages…one which grace would discover almost instantly…it made a hell of a noise, and regardless of whether or not six shots was going to be enough, people respected the weapon. Secondly along both sides of the barrel were the words “Family, Loyalty, Honor”. Appearances aside though this was a weapon that was both well cared for, and meant to be used. When she drew close enough she would notice the much more practical weapon holstered under his left arm under his coat, like so much else the peacemaker was a choice. Mike was ready to rebel at the prospect of apologizing to Ronnie “Hey I gave as good as I got!” he said looking from Grace to Alex a moment. Alex stood crossing his arms looking at his mechanic quietly a moment “come on Mike, take the high road” Mike looked around as if expecting some sort of support, even the looming figure of Sam leaning against the door frame didn’t offer any real support on the subject. Sensing the need for a retreat Mike looked toward Ronnie a moment before extending a hand “no hard feelings?” While Mike attempted to make peace with Ronnie Alex moved over to the bar pulling out a small bundle of bills setting it on the counter “for Madeline…sorry for the mess” the man looked to Alex and smirked a bit before nodding picking up the cash “no problem Alex…” he motioned toward the group a moment and Alex shook his head “I got it…you take care Mac” the man nodded and moved off to start cleaning up a bit and Alex turned to see just how this apology went. |
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| ~The Boss~ | May 27 2015, 12:20 AM Post #70 |
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The weapon was old, and looked as though it should be rusty but wasn't. A six-shooter seemingly from a bygone era, with a gleaming pearl handle. Like something Nick would probably carry. Grace twirled the pistol and pointed it at Jimmy. She'd been messing around with his guns, striking poses for him and the mirror, while he sat on the bed watching her and having a smoke, both of them naked. "Pretty sweet, ain't it?" he said. "I call her Josephine." "Josephine?" She lowered the pistol and raised an eyebrow at him. "Seriously?" "Yeah. I name all my guns. I got Charlene and Clementine, my main ladies. There's my assault rifle Joanna-" "Good lord." She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smirk. She'd gotten used to Jimmy's predilections, but this little revelation was a bit more than she'd been prepared for. Truth be told, it was funny as hell. "I can't believe I actually let you touch me," she said. Jimmy gave her just about the cockiest grin anyone had ever put on. "You jealous?" "No." She strode slowly over to the bed, Jimmy studying every inch, every sultry little movement of her lithe body. "I do wanna know who Josephine is, though." "Wyatt Earp's wife. Well, his second wife. Thought it was appropriate for that piece." She was leaning over him now, playfully sticking the barrel of the gun under his chin. "I don't believe you." "It's true. Look it up." "I'm sure it is true. I just don't believe that that's your only inspiration." "You are jealous, aren't you?" Grace was on the bed now, on her hands and knees, creeping up ever closer to him as he pressed up more and more against the headboard. "I don't mind competing for your body," she said, her face inches from his. "But I better be number one in your heart." She kissed him, and they didn't say another word for a while. ........................ "Okay Ronnie, your turn." Ronnie hesitated, then eventually shook Mike's hand. "Sorry, bro." "There now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Grace smiled at both of them. For a moment, she was tempted to tell them to kiss, but that would accomplish little beyond providing her with a brief source of amusement. "Well boys, it's been fun," she said, grabbing Ronnie by the arm. "But we gotta skedaddle. Got a long day ahead of us tomorrow." She turned back to Alex, giving him a wicked grin. "Nice weapon, by the way," she said to him, her voice dripping with innuendo. As they walked out, Derrick hung back for a bit, unsure of what to do, or of whose prisoner he was at the moment. One stern look from Grace answered his question, and he followed the crooks back to their ship. ........................ Back on the ship, Grace shut herself inside the cockpit while the boys stretched out on their bunks. They weren't scheduled to take off until the morning, which meant that whatever she was gonna do, she better do it fast. She took a wallet out of her pocket and opened it up, taking out every card and relevant document. Picking Captain Powell's pocket had been easy enough, but now came the hard part. She went to work quickly, furiously scanning and copying down every relevant bit of information she could find. At the moment, she wasn't exactly sure what she was gonna do with any of this, but she was sure it would come in handy at some point. When she was finished, she stuffed everything back into the wallet and shoved it in her pocket. As she headed back out, Ronnie was already sleeping it off, but Nick was wide awake and ready to grill her. "Where you off to?" he asked. "Don't worry about it," Grace replied. Whether he liked that answer or not was no concern of hers. "I'll be back before morning, I promise." ........................ "Captain Powell!" Grace sprinted up to Alex, catching him just as they were boarding the Persephone. "You dropped this back at the pub," she said, lying through her teeth as she handed him back his wallet. |
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