DIRTY DEEDS, DONE DIRTY CHEAP
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Okay, I know this is random, but AU, Max and Fang? Bounty hunters, duh. What's more intriguing than bounty hunters in Nevada chasing down the bad guys while finding unexpected answers where they don't belong and a history too old for comfort. Whoa- holy run-one sentence, Batman! (Song by AC/DC)
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Tell me if it's worth continuing.
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I stood in the door, sunglasses on, black tank top making sure my mid drift was seen enough to ensure sure all the fat old prevs out there wouldn't make me get a 'search warrant'. Yeah, I was totally badass. All I needed now was a leather jacket, some death metal and a James Dean Corvet. If only life were like the silver screen…
Anyway, today's job was simple. Bring in the perp- a college kid who had skipped bail. Not a bad one, speaking from experience. Though right about now I was reconsidering my choice in occupation. 'You can do anything Max, as long as you put your mind to it'. Somehow I knew that 'bounty hunter' was not what Jeb had been talking about. Whatever, I'll get my kicks wherever I can. Learned that a long time ago.
Back to reality- I stood in the door with no backup (my 'partner' Nudge had decided to take her 'sick day' today) and I was about to face-off with some guys who did not look like they could be tempted by my mid drift, or at least not in the passive way I would have liked.
Three nasty-looking bikers began forward at me, one with a handgun. "Prudy lil' birdy, c'mere babe... Can't be more than eighteen, can ya?" The biggest (fattest) one approached quickly, faster than he should have been able at his massive size. I assumed a fighter's stance, which they apparently found rather humorous.
"Lil' chick thinks she's gonna get outta this today!" The second-largest brute began to waddle towards me. "Honey, you're gonna be here all night long."
Okay- first thing to know about me. Taunting does not go over well. And the fact they were making all those bird jokes... Well, let's just say they were funnier than these douche bags thought, and about to become puns.
"Hey losers," I flashed a grin, "think you can handle a little dove like me?" I curled my back up as my large, grey wings burst from my back as my pack flew off. I grinned at their shocked expressions, flicking on and tossing out a lighter from my pocket for effect. "Let's play. And boys," I tied my hair back in a ponytail, "I play dirty."
But before I could kick the crap out of the losers in front of me, the entire left side of the building was suddenly blown to smithereens. The three pigs flew through the air as I was knocked from the door and outside. Angrily, I picked myself up to storm back through the door.
"What was the Hell was that?!" I yelled, even though I already had a pretty good idea of just what it was. Two forms were illuminated against the black smoke, one sauntering towards the three men. The newcomer grabbed the smallest's collar and picked him up about a foot, shaking him hard. "Where's Pete Gibson?" He demanded.
"His girlfriend lives down on Suckleberry Street," the man stuttered, blood clotting on his head above his eyes. The threatening party began back to the oh-so-subtle GIANT FREAKING HOLE he had blown through the side of the building, but I stopped him, standing right in his way.
"Fang." My hands found my hips as I cocked my head at him.
"Ah, Max." The tall man-slash-boy (depending on my mood) stood over me, his dark hair ruffling slightly in the sudden breeze.
"You have such a way with words, it's like you just subtly coax the answers out of people." I smiled cheekily.
"I may not have your tan-line, but I do know how to make an entrance." He smirked as I heard his partner Iggy, cleaning up the TNT. "Now of you'll excuse me," he tried to pass, but I stopped him.
"'Fraid I can't do that." I shoved his slightly aside.
"And why's that? Gettin' hot on me already?" He crossed his arms.
"No, because this bounty's mine." I stated the facts.
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? How 'bout the first one to take him down..." he considered, then his face lit up with an idea I knew I would not like. "Give's the other a lap dance."
I gave a laugh that cut off quick with a frown. "Yes offense, I don't want a lap dance. Especially from you."
"Good, because you're not going to win." He tried to push passed again, and again I reminded him why I was the best female bounty hunter in the US.
"If I win, you got to stay outta the game for the next week. No catches, no cash. Got it?" I checked his face. He gave a teasing, cocky, semi-attractive smile. Not that I thought he was attractive. Pfft- certain breeds of beaver were more physically appealing to me than his dope.
"Deal. Wanna shake on it, or just gimme the dance here and now."
"Wastin' time, Romeo." I sauntered out of the building, making sure not to appear rushed. As soon as I was out, though, I made like Hell to my Jeep, jumped in and began tearin' out of town to Suckleberry Street. What kind of name was that? The omens just kept freaking popping up.
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So should I keep it up? Reviews- unsigned cool by me…