Hey this is my first published fanfiction so don't get bitchy at my cause you don't like it. As I always say to those who bitch at me for no apparent reason.
BITCH TO SOME ONE WHO CARES!!!
Enjoy!
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Racing down the crowded streets of Seattle, Washington Sahara Jones, granddaughter of the famous dodged the sleek black Impala before diving into the fishers market, hopping to loose the burly men in black in the large crowds. Cutting through the thick crud of tourists and getting a few loud complaints she dove behind a meat counter. The large African American lady looked down at her and glanced up as the two burly men raced past. "Hiding from some one?" She asked, glancing at the two big men again. Panting Sahara nodded. "Ya, they're trying to kidnap me." She wheezed out. The lady glanced at the men as they nodded and split up. "Stay as long as you need sweet heart." The younger girl smiled and nodded her thanks. Something weird was going on. Ever since she had found her grandfathers notebook she had been running into more and more trouble! "Best get running sweety, they're coming this way, and they have guns!" She ripped off her stained apron and grabbed her wrist, hoisting her up and shoving her toward the stairs. "Come on, you know where you've got to go?" Taking a deep breath she began to race down the steps next to the black woman. "Ya, my apartment. I need to pack. I have a flight to Cairo in an hour." The woman grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward the parking lot. "Okay, give me the address, I didn't survive four years as a Chinese delivery person with out knowing my way around Seattle!" Climbing into the red jeep Sahara was barely able to get her seatbelt on when the lady screeched out of the parking spot and down the road. "Silver River apartments!" She yelled clutching the dash of the car as the lady made a sharp left turn. "Names Nancy, you sweety?" She asked as she raced through a red light. "Sahara, you do realize that was a red light back there, right?!" Again she clutched the dashboard as Nancy slammed on the brakes. "You've got thirty seconds, to get up there and down here. Go!" Shooting out of the car, Sahara raced up the stairs and barged through the door of her two-bed room apartment. Grabbing the already half packed suitcase she grabbed her grandfathers journal and his hat from her desk and shoved them into her back pack with her twin guns, Ebony and Ivory in next. Grabbing her small duffle bag she raced out again, her cell phone in her hand. " Charlie, it's Sahara, fires up the jet, I'm heading out now." Climbing into the jeep she nodded to Nancy. "Go for it, you know that private air port down the road from the main air port?" Nancy nodded as she tore way from the curb and raced down the street. "There's a black impala on our tail. Want me to loose him?" Glancing at the approaching airport exit Sahara grinned, "No need to, they don't want to make a seen."
They raced toward the small black jet. Charlie stood out side waiting for her. "Nancy, thank you so much for every thing you've done for me." Sahara thanked the woman. Nancy smiled "No, thank you sweety, that's the most fun I've had in years!" Laughing she smiled and watched as the woman drove away. "Let's get going Sahara, no idea when Big and Ugly are going to show up." Nodding she climbed into the jet after Charlie. "Just get us out of here Charlie horse." Charlie laughed from the cockpit as he got the engines going. "You've got it Sahara!" The plane sped down the runway and climbed into the air, leaving Seattle, Washington far behind.