Hello FF readers hope the world being nice to you all.
Ok so if any of you ready my other stuff I got a slap on my naughty by FF admin because my summary were not G rated and they took them down and blocked me from updating for a few days. I now I'm allowed to repost my stories and continue on so tonight I will post chapter 4 of this story and I will repost Its about what's hidden tomorrow.
As for Enjoy the show I don't know if I will continue it, sorry maybe at a later date. I have more coming for Route 66 but again that one may be a bit as I'm not feeling overly inspired in that story line my focus seems to be here and on Its about what's hidden.
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Back doors
10:00 Am
Happy woke to the buzz of his cell grabbing it he barked out a
"What"
"You tell me Happy you're the one made contact"
"Just makin sure it works" happy grumbled as he pulled himself up to grab a smoke
"I'm going to be off the grid for a while so reach back will take me a 24 hrs"
"What?"
"I'll be checking my messages once a day"
"Why?"
"I'm taking a moment to let my hands rest hap"
"Hmm"
"Tell your brother to stay out of my business"
Hap growled as he bolted up and out of his bed reaching for his jeans, juice digging into Batty was not something he wanted.
"He dug around, I expected he would…. just make sure he doesn't do it again or he's going to bring unwanted attention"
"What you worried about"
"As far as I can tell he only looked at me but if goes around looking at more. You guys my find your numbers going down one bullet at a time. Where not fond of intrusions. Same as you boys no outsiders allowed….. I got a lot of road to cover Hap the link is set you need me for ….bizness….. Have him send me a message" Batty said and ended the call.
Happy heard the line go dead and cussed a blue streak as he grabbed a shirt and his cut heading to look for juice and chew his ass out he was put to a dead stop when he opened the door only to find juice with his hand up ready to knock.
"What the fuck you do retard" Hap ground out juices eyes bugged out of his head and he swallowed his hand still in the air
"I UMMM I man I didn't even think I just saw it, and I just I fuck ! it's! shit hap I'm sorry I couldn't help myself I see shit and I just got to know "Hap grabbed him by the front of the shirt and pulled him in to his room shoving juice into a chair and sat at the end of his bed.
"At the begin kid" Hap said as he rubbed his head
"Hap are you looking to hmmmm branch out?"
"what the fuck you on about kid?" happy was holding himself in check juice always rounded up to something and it drove Hap nuts, the kid always saw everything but could never sort out all the unimportant small shit and get straight to the fucking point.
"Cause that what that site is. A job bored with profiles of hit for hire guys. It set up with back door, links to resumes of hit for hire and the security is intense and the link up to rabid blood13 well man who ever they are they got one hell of a resume 125 kills. Happy Felt his eyes widen and his body tense at the information juice paused and sat up a little straighter Hap looked at him and waved him on to keep talking
" I was just going threw it when Rabid caught me. The sites got over a mill in users but there only 20 real hit men up; but the job post in the hundreds and there's no way to pin the servers or hunt down who they really are, shit supper sophisticated like fed computers but better. Juice had to pause again so he could suck in some air happy could see the kids gears spinnin in excitement and the pitch of incredulity and wonder only confirmed it for hap as juice kept going
"The programs meant to track back to anyone who post a job all jobs take in data and processes it and then send out reports to the chosen hit man. Letting them know who posted, what they are, if they got the funds, where they live it's fucking insane man." Juice slumped back in the chair and rubbed his lightning bolts.
"So you can't track the hitman but they can track you?"
"Almost that only happens if you post a job and pick a man"
"You dig into any one else?" Hap's shoulders lost some of their tension when juice shook his head no emphatically
"Don't " hap rubbed his head and stood up the word a growl of finality
"Hap sorry if a fucked shit up with rabid I just man….. am sorry "juice got that he had over stepped and having happy pissed at him was defiantly not a good thing.
"This is personal not club shit got it!" Hap gave juice a clear look don't open your mouth was coming across to juice clear and loud as Hap slipped his cut on.
Hap stood up grumbling under his breath about funkin crazy un idle hands and bitches was all juice caught but he thought it was funny and he had so many questions he wanted to ask but refrained asking. Figuring that if Hap said it was personal and not club related then he wasn't likely to answer and that thought was confirmed when Hap pointed at his door juice bounced up and walked out sighing. his head spining his figures were itching to head back to his laptop and find answer but he held himself in check.
Sopchoppy, FL 2 days later
Batty turned her car of the 319 Hwy onto the CO372 Rd which was simply a dirt road that lead in to the glades. The closets town was Socpchoppy population was under 500 and more than an hour and a half to get to from her swamp home. The road led her to the hidden boat were she would head into glades down the channels to her home.
It been the home base for generation before the land had been turned in to a national reserve so far none had ever found the house on stilts or its inhabitants, as she started the trip she wondered how it would all play out her coming home usually involved her needing to be patched up for all she knew she would get there and Silvio would be off somewhere wich in one way would be good but in another it would be leaving her to try and deal with Cypress all on her own. she may have given birth to the girl but they had never been able to connect; the fact that she had never spent any real time with the girl other than to instruct her in some form of training might have something to do with that; but with Cypress words were unnecessary all she required to learn was to see it done and then do it and she hated to talk the girl was mono syllabic. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel at that thought, her knuckles white as she pulled her car to a stop.
But she was determined to push Cy to become more than just what she herself had been molded to be. Even if it had taken her almost 15 years to get the courage to go against Silvio and her familial heritage she had finally grown a set and she'd see to that CY got a chance at a life not a fucked-up inheritance.
She climbed into the boat hoping she managed to open Cy's eyes, that she wasn't to late. Cypress needed see that the world was more than what she had been taught by Silvio and herself, that she could be more than a killer she could be her own person. Batty wasn't sure how she was going to show her. She'd never figured out how to be a person herself.
Her time with happy was the closets she got to feeling like she was even capable of human connection; Happy and killing were the only moments in her life were she really felt emotion the sensation singularly identical it was deep seeded want, that choked at her to be felt
In those moments when death arrived as the final breath left her mark, she felt the same release she felt when happy was in her pushing her physically to die a little under him both acts left her quiet and realigned in control.
Death that was the family business not that she really considered family a real thing it was just a word "family "for her had always been a simple genetic statement. She was born of two killers she was raised by the father of her father who was also a killer. That's how it worked the retired trained the next line while the next generation maintained the long standing tradition and reputation of assassin for hire.
Batty plan to break tradition was going to have Silvio her father looking to place a bullet in her head when he found out. She would continue as she was, killing till someone got her, whether it was Silvio or someone else didn't matter. She was determined to give Cy the means and skills to walk away even if she had to place a bullet in Silvio first.
That was why she was there and it would all come down to whether or not she could push the girl to be more than the last 15 years of instruction and isolation. That Batty had allowed her to be subjected too it, strangely enough always left her feeling an odd stabbing pain to the gut, she supposed it was guilt or remorse. The pain was foreign to her, only recently appearing when she thought of the girl and was automatically pushed away, years of maintaining herself separate from her emotions and actions never allowing the sensation to linger more than a second.
Batty's mind wander as she steered into the small inlet crowed with lily pads that led to the cabin, before she had ever actually completed a job, before the reality of blood had stained her. Till she had watched eyes go vacant and breathe stop in someone by her hand. There had still been some semblance of a human soul in her; one that was chained and bound by her training and guided by the morals of generations of killers who were religious in their fervent fanaticisms of their breeding and their belief that their blood made them as they were. She truly had believed that death was in her blood that genetically she was made to be just that a killer she had never questioned that, till the night she had met happy.
That night she had found herself breaking with tradition, ingrained instincts and training. Her body seemed to somehow know him, that he was something she needed physically was evident to her. 16 years of their encounters were all at her feet she sought him out. Over and over she used him as her non killing fix and escape.
The concept of free will of the individual had taken years for her to even understand that her mind was more than her flesh and blood make up. Her compulsion to seek out happy had been the being of that lesson she now felt that if giving a chance Cypress may manage what she had not; and hopefully she would find the strength to gain control over her blood and find more then Batty had ever allowed herself to even contemplate.
Cy was months away from being called into action on her sixteenth she would be given her first kill order as family tradition dictated Batty would be the one to mentor and guide CY. Batty had no intention of letting that first kill ever happing. But she would use it as a means of intrusion into Cy's daily life and set the plan in motion to free her daughter.
This chapter felt a bit drama to me, if I'm laying it on to heavy let me know please
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