"How much money da ya think the boss'll give us for the little girl?" Paul asked his companion.
"Probably not much. You saw what a disobedient little bitch she was. She nearly kicked my frickin' leg off! If I hadn't hit 'er with my gun she probably would've! And remember the boss hates disobedient li'l girls," his companion said dryly.
"Oh yeah. Hey, what 'bout th' other one?" Paul inquired.
"Well he's goin' straight to the gover'ment, 'member?"
Paul's eyes widened. "Without tellin' the boss? Oooh. He's not gonna like dat."
"He'll never find out."
"Why not?"
"'cause it'll be our little secret." Said Paul's partner in crime, putting a finger to his lips.
"Oh Jimmy, ya know I'm bad at keepin' secrets!"
"Yes, I know. That's why I'll be doin' all the talkin'."
"Well what if he asks me about it?"
"Leave that to me." Jimmy said shrewdly.
"Gotcha."
Judai had to squint to adjust to the sudden brightness when the back doors to the van were opened.
While he was still trying to get used to the light, he felt one of his captors slip something around each of his wrists. He tugged and to his great dismay he discovered that he had been handcuffed.
A quick glance told him that the little girl was being outfitted with a pair as well.
"Oh yeah. Because I'm so bloody likely to try to use my hands." She said sarcastically, kicking Paul in the crotch.
He gave a sharp gasp and dropped to his knees.
"Put a pair on her legs Jimmy." Paul squeaked.
"Do it yourself."
"But she kicked me!" Paul whined.
"Exactly. No sense in us both gettin' hurt."
Paul gave Jimmy a good glare before grabbing a set of handcuffs from a box at Jimmy's feet.
He cautiously put them on the small girl. He sighed in relief. He turned around to give Jimmy a thumbs-up.
"OW!" Paul screamed.
The girl had given him a head butt.
Wow. She's thick headed in more ways then one, Judai mused.
Jimmy was laughing at Paul's expense. "So what next Paul? Handcuffs around her ears?"
"Wouldn't be a bad idea." Paul grumbled, rubbing his cerebellum gingerly.
Jimmy pushed Judai roughly.
"Give us any trouble, an' you'll wish ya'd never been born. Got that, freak?"
Judai didn't answer. Jimmy kicked him savagely.
"I jus' asked ya a damn question! I expect a damn answer!"
Judai glared at Jimmy for a few seconds before lowering his head.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, you fucking bastard."
He stifled a yell as Jimmy kicked him again.
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, sir." Judai repeated with clenched teeth.
"Now that wasn't so hard was it?"
"Yes, it was." Judai said, earning himself another kick.
"Sorry. I meant to say 'yes it was, sir'," Judai amended.
Jimmy's face turned purple.
"You don't want to make me angry." Jimmy warned.
"And why the hell not?"
"JOHAAAAAAAANNN!" the fangirl screamed.
"Leave me alone!" Johan yelled.
"BUT I WANT AN AUTOGRAPH!" his hanger-on whined.
"If I give you one will you leave me alone?" Johan asked hopefully.
"MAYBE!" she shouted.
"Yes or no?"
"OKAY FINE! BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO GIVE ME A DNA SAMPLE TOO!" the fangirl demanded.
"What's wrong with you?"
"NOTHING! MOTHER HAD ME TESTED! I'M NOT CRAZY!" the fangirl declared indignantly.
"Ooooo…kay."
Judai gave a cry of pain of pain as the bullet penetrated his shoulder.
"That's why the hell not." Jimmy whispered in Judai's ear.
He looked at where he had shot the brunet and stiffened.
The crimson liquid had stopped flowing from Judai's wound.
"I jus' shot ya! You're s'posed ta bleed fer longer than that!"
Judai didn't answer.
"Shit. Ya really are a fuckin' mutant ain't ya?"
'Thanks Yubel.'
"I have a hunch that the girl ain't made of th' same stuff you are though. Next time ya make a wise-ass comment, she gets it, not you." Jimmy said.
Judai mumbled something. Jimmy walked over to him.
"What did ya say?"
"Yes, sir."
"You want WHAT?"
The girl whispered it in his ear again, blushing furiously.
"NO." Johan said.
"WHY NOT?" she questioned.
"Because I don't want to pull any out!"
"JUST A LITTLE ONE!" she said indicating the size with her index finger and thumb.
"I don't care if you hound me until I die; you're not getting any of my pubic hair!"
"PLEEEEEEASSE!" the fangirl pleaded.
"NO!"
"PRETTY PLEASE!"
"NO!"
"PRETTY PLEASE WITH SUGAR ON TOP!" she begged.
"NO!"
"WHAT IF I GIVE YOU ONE OF MINE?" the fangirl bargained.
"NO!"
"WHY NOT?" she inquired.
"I don't want any of your pubic hair!"
By now people were staring.
"PLEASE?"
"NO!"
The white building was the size of a large warehouse. Jimmy grunted and shoved Judai inside.
Paul did likewise to the little girl. He quickly scampered out of the building with his compatriot.
Jimmy locked the door, and for extra measure, put a chair up against it. "They ain't gittin' out now!"
"Yeah! Well we better tell the boss what we-"
He never finished his sentence. He looked at Jimmy in sickly surprise and fell to the ground, dead.
The bullet had pierced a lung. He hadn't stood a chance.
"Sorry, pal, but ya always were a blabbermouth."
Jimmy stepped around the fresh cadaver and walked away, to report to his superior.
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