AN: Whoa, I need to get going again or this will end up another dead story. I won't let that happen. Sorry for the long gap between updates. School has gotten its claws into me again and I've been recovering from a bad cold. I should get another chapter up this week.
PS: I am borrowing some of my characters from some of my other stories so don't panic if you recognize them.
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In Memory
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"Ah, man, nothing but the news on. Who the fuck cares if the stock market is gunna crash, I'm missing my daily dose of happy."
"Don't worry, Das. You'll get your Flipper fix, just be thankful you have more then 3 channels to watch like back in the good old days." The deep voice of reason came from the kitchen and into the living room of the old house. It carried well thanks to the sparse walls and the worn down carpet.
"Dart, you better be making me some form of edible food in there." Das, called back, taking up the remote and clicking quickly through the channels.
"You want edible you better get your ass off the couch and in here yourself."
"What the hell you doing in there then if you ain't cooking?"
Dart moved into the living room and joined his friend on the couch, which had seen better days, and sagged under the added weight. "I was perfecting the art of nukin' a good ol' frozen dinner, my friend." He popped the top off his beer.
Das eyed the beverage. "You better have brought me one of those."
"Ha, fuck that man," Dart laughed, "Get your own damn beer." Das sighed and hauled himself off the couch and made his way toward the fridge.
"I swear, if Bird don't make it back soon we're gunna starve to death in this little slice of hell."
Dart took up the remote and began clicking. "Yeah, well, that doesn't look to be anytime soon now does it? Besides, if you don't want to starve you better hope that that stupid fledgling of hers gets back first. His ass can cook."
"Yeah, that's true." Das pulled his head out of the fridge and opened his beer, drank it down. "Bird'd kick our asses too if we lost that kid."
"Yeah, well. Nothin' we could do about that now is there?"
"Nope." Back on the couch, the too men watched the channels fly by as they worked the remote. "Hey now, go back. I think the news has finally found something interesting." Dart went back and found the channel. The screen was filled with the picture of smoke and flame and blackened and charred buildings.
"Terroroists?"
Dart shook his head. "Naw, there would be less wreckage. Another IRS hit maybe."
"No, the buildings have to much character to be government. Probably an accident or some crime gone right. Turn it up."
"This is Tara McCludge reporting from Trenton, New Jersey. It seems like the Bombshell Bounty Hunter, Stephanie Plum has done it again. Her reliable Buick seems to have met its match and has been burning for about 15 minutes now. It has sparked fires in the nearby buildings, causing a little more damage then is average for the local legend. Over the past three years the woman now known as the Bounty Hunter from Hell has destroyed dozens of cars and buildings including a Porshe Boxter and a Funeral Home."
"Man, don't get too close to her. She sounds like she a disaster magnet."
They continued to watch the program until the door opened, violently bouncing off the wall. "Hey, man, watch the wall man." Das turned. "What's with the legs?"
The new comer could barely be called a man. Just past the 22 year mark, Jorden still had the long and lanky body of his teenage years. "Man you should have been there. This lady was kidnapped and killed and I saved her. We gotta protect her."
"What the hell you talkin' about, kid?" Dart stood and made his way over to him.
"I need to lay her down, she's kinda heavy."
"Yeah, alright, put her in the bedroom, we'll take a look at her and you can tell your story. Straight this time, you hear?"
"Yeah, okay." Jorden took a deep breath once the woman's weight was taken off his shoulders. "So, Bird sent be out right? I was on my way to the building right and I see this big black van pull up next to this car. The tires squealed and I thought they had hit you know. I looked over to see if anyone was hurt or whatever and the lady was being dragged out of the car. Then it got weird."
"A lady getting' dragged outta her car ain't weird enough for you?" Das commented.
"Yeah, well, so they got the lady outta her car and over to the back of their van. When they opened the back they pulled out another lady, look just like the one they just got right? So I thought they was sisters or something and it was like a mob deal goin' down and all but then they put the second lady back in the car. That's when I noticed was unconscious because her head was resting on the wheel. Now, heres when I get involved. They set the car on fire, and it goes up right. Just WHOOSH! It's gone. By this time I've moved closer. I was thinking I would put out the fire once the guys were gone. But the lady the pulled from the car kicks the guy that's holding her and she gets away. Runs right at me. That's when they started shootin' at her. One of 'um musta got her cause she pitches forward right into my arms right, and I'm hidden in some alley right, so I grab her and take off. I planned to stay hidden but she was out cold right, at first I thought she was dead but then I gotta better look at her right. So I brought her here."
Dart couldn't believe it. "So you brought her here? Why?"
"Well, Bird, she'd would have wanted me to."
Dart rubbed a hand over his face. "So you rescued this woman, and brought her knocked out and injured body here because you thought that Bird would know what to do with her?"
"But you don't get it, she's the woman."
Das and Dart exchanged a look. "The woman?"
"Yeah, she's RangeMan's woman."
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AN: I think I'll post the next chapter later today. Aren't you lucky? R&R, because we all love to hear what you think. ~Cokkii