Thanks once again to my beta, Keaira. We may not agree on everything, but that's alright, we agree on most things concerning this fic. Credit also goes to Keaira for most of the jewler's scene - as a typical guy, I didn't quite feel equipped to pick out good-looking jewelry
Once again, there are more POVs besides Lucy/Amy, so I'm still deviating. Don't worry, everything will come together eventually. This is going to be another chapter like 3 – one that won't advance the plot TOO much. I thought we all, me included, needed a break from the angst I've been writing. So here's a lighthearted chapter, finally. Opening lyrics come from Black Sabbath's Solitude; end lyrics belong to Coldplay's What If
Chapter 9: The Road To Redemption
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My name, it means nothing
My fortune is less
My future is shrouded in dark loneliness
Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on
Everything I possessed, now they are gone
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Lucy's POV
I sat on the couch, my life completely destroyed. Everything I held dear had been completely ripped apart at the seams, and it was all Chastity's fault. Well, that's what I wanted to believe, but a nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me that I had been the one to sleep with her. Even if I didn't remember any of it, or had been completely hammered, I still had perpetrated the act. There were so many emotions streaming through my mind, and I didn't know which one was the most prominent. All mixed together were my renewed hatred of Chastity, my deep sorrow felt by my loss, and even self-loathing.
Scud shut the door and walked inside. He had been standing in the doorway, just looking at me sympathetically since I had started my wallowing. He walked over to my position on the couch and sat next to me, putting one arm around my shoulder and the other around my front, holding me in a tight hug as I threw my arms around him.
"It's alright, it's alright," he tried to convince me, rocking back and forth. The cadence and tone of his voice betrayed him though, and broadcasted the fact that even he didn't think everything was alright.
"No it's not, Scud. Everything's gone…Amy's gone…what have I done?" I asked, my voice choppy and shaky between sobs. Scud released the hug and put a hand to either side of my head, bringing my gaze to meet his.
"Lucy, do you still love her?"
"More than anything."
"Than we gots ta get her back," he replied.
"How, Scud?"
"Well, you could start off by blowing off some steam and attempting to sink Australia. I think the circumstances would fit your normal modus operandi," Scud suggested mockingly. I looked up at him, and despite my overwhelming sense of loss, a little hint of laughter escaped my lips. "But seriously, I've got a plan, but I'm still thinking here, I'll let you know in a bit."
"Scud, this better not be another 'tell her that you love her' plan," I said as I looked at him, a slight blush coming to his face. "Scud, no, not doing it. I can come up with a better plan. I mean, we don't even know where she is."
"Just kidding with you, you'll like this one when I tell ya'," he replied. I had to admit, Scud was sometimes a good strategist, but not usually when it came to love. As he put it himself, 'war is easy, love is hard.'
The sound of a phone interrupted my train of thought, and I jumped, hoping that it was Amy. I ran over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello, Amy?" I asked, hopeful.
"No, it's not Amy. Lucy, put Scud on," I was a bit disappointed to hear Janet's voice come out of the phone. She sounded extremely perturbed about something, and I couldn't help but think just how whipped Scud was.
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Scud's POV
Lucy passed me the phone with a look of amusement that I found foreboding as she told me Janet was on the other end.
"Hey, hon, what's up?" I asked, as Lucy mouthed the word 'whipped'. I stuck my tongue out at her. I most definitely was not whipped…although I was virtually at Janet's beck and call. Alright, maybe I was whipped, but I was in love; it was worth it.
"What's up? I think you know what's up!" Janet responded.
"Actually, I don't have a clue,"
"How about your tours you took with Lucy…were you really doing sightseeing?"
"Yes I was," I replied. The only way that statement could possibly cause me any trouble would have been if she actually knew about….
"So Pink Thunder's headquarters is suddenly a big landmark in Barcelona?" Janet asked angrily.
Shit! She knew!
"Ummm," was all I could say.
"Yeah, I know all about your little heisty stuff, Amy told…shoot…I mean, I found out somehow."
"Janet, Lucy practically forced me to do it. Besides, she's like my sister…I had to do it. And Amy's there with you guys?" Lucy, upon hearing this, turned an eager head towards me. She seemed excited to at least know where Amy was and that she was safe.
"I will not comment on the location of any former DEBS," Janet replied, "and I don't care if Lucy gagged and tied you, even if that may be cute." At this, Janet giggled a bit and I rolled my eyes, "Seriously, though, Scud, I'm mad at you. I don't really want to see you when you get back here…I think."
"Fine, well then I want my sweater back."
"No – you got it for me, it's cashmere, and I like it. I'm keeping it."
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Lucy's POV
During the course of my eavesdropping on Scud's conversation, my interest was spiked by the mention of Amy's whereabouts. I had considered that she might be with the D.E.B.S., but I needed to know for sure. Hanging up the phone, Scud wore a dejected look on his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked
"Janet found out about Pink Thunder, so now Janet's being Janet," he replied.
"Girlfriend troubles, huh?"
"Yeah, we're really a great duo with the ladies," he replied, smiling sarcastically. "Lucy, what do I do now?" Scud asked. I mockingly feigned a state of shock.
"The 'God of Advice' is turning to me? Wow, I'm honored." The statement earned me a soft punch in the arm. "Ok, ok. You love her, right?"
"You know the answer to that Lucy."
"Well…" I thought, formulating a devious plan, "then let's go to the jewelry store."
"What?!" Scud asked.
"Well, we gots ta get her an engagement ring. You'll be proposing soon," I replied, a bit mockingly.
"Marriage?" Scud asked incredulously. For a couple seconds he looked to be making up his mind on the issue, until he finally conceded, "Fine, but if I buy Janet a ring, you've gotta buy Amy something."
"Deal," I replied. Once I had gotten past the point of grief, I had realized action was the only next logical step. "Lets get 'em back, Scud," I said, motioning to Scud to come out to the car with me. He took the hint and soon, with me behind the wheel, we were on the way to Joyeros Reales, the Spanish equivalent of Tiffany's.
All in all, the car ride was pretty silent, both of us doing a lot of self-reflecting. The only real conversation we had took place just a few minutes from the jewelers. "So Lucy," Scud started, turning his head to the right to look at me, "what are you planning on buying Amy?"
"I haven't thought about it yet. Even with the new gay marriage laws here, I'm not sure it's the right time to ask her to marry me, so no ring. Any suggestions?"
"Well, Janet's never been opposed to a necklace or a bracelet," Scud suggested, which turned on a metaphorical light bulb.
"Ooh, what about a diamond bracelet, or something like it?" I asked.
"Cliché, with your name, but I find it strangely compelling. I like it," Scud responded.
"Good, then a diamond bracelet it is," I stated as I pulled into the parking lot. "By the way, do you Janet's ring size?"
Scud looked at me in a way that could only be described as looking like a deer in headlights. "If I say no, what can we do?"
"I don't know. Looks like you're screwed Scud."
"What about you? You're about Janet's size."
"No I'm not. Janet's hands are a bit stubbier than mine," I replied. Scud was a dead man. There was no way he'd be able to get a ring with a good fit without knowing Janet's finger size.
"Um…good point," Scud said, looking at my hand, "but how can you tell? They don't look that much different."
"Men," I sighed in mock exasperation. "They're always focusing on the upper half of the body and nothing else."
"Geez, Lucy, that's not true!" Scud protested, with a devilish grin on his face. "Legs are also very important." At this, I sighed, as much as Scud was like a brother, he was still a man. He still served to remind me why that gender did not interest me at all. "Anyways, Luce, how're we gonna find a good fit?"
I thought for a bit, and watching a young lady pass by our car through my rear-view mirror, I got an idea. I opened the car door and quickly got out. "Excuse me!" I yelled, calling out to the lady. She turned her head, and I continued, "My friend here was wondering if he could look at your hands," I explained, gesturing to an oblivious Scud who was just getting out of the car.
The girl wore this perplexed look. A look I could completely understand. I mean, if two strangers on the street wanted to look at my hands, I'd probably wonder what drugs they were taking. "Umm…sure?" the girl, a petite brunette with native Spanish looks and long legs, responded. She walked into the parking lot to the car and held out her hands.
"Too small," I told Scud. "Thanks, anyway…" I stalled a bit, waiting for a name in an attempt be personable.
"Maria," the girl informed, with a native Spanish accent.
"Thanks, Maria." Maria turned around and quickly went back about her business. "Alright Scud, let's check out a couple more people."
"This's retarded," Scud replied, something that I always took as silent approval when dealing with Scud. We walked a couple feet to the sidewalk and leaned up against the store. "Lucy, how about that one?" Scud asked, gesturing to a girl with long raven black locks and an attractive face. She looked about Janet's size at least height wise, but there was a big problem.
"Scud, her hands look anorexic, they're all small," it was mean, but it was the truth. While she was decently sized as far as weight goes, it looked like she was missing any bulk whatsoever in her hands.
"Alright, fine," Scud said, exasperation growing in his voice, "how about that girl?" This time, Scud had found a nice looking blonde who actually reminded me a lot of Janet. Looking at her hands, though, revealed that she was another no.
"Scud, her fingers are shorter than Janet's."
"What does length have to do with width?" Scud asked.
"Just trust me. Oh, Scud, how about that girl?" I asked. I enjoyed watching the contortions of Scud's face as a hideously obese woman came walking down the street.
"Lucy!" Scud admonished, "It looks like you've still got that mean streak going."
"Okay, seriously, now that girl has hands just like Janet's," I said, pointing to a woman who looked like she was definitely a native Spaniard. She was walking down the street towards us from our right.
"Ok, she fits the bill."
"Hey, could we look at your hands?" I asked, calling out to the woman.
As she walked by us, I thought she was ignoring us until she turned her head, looked at us and said, "Look at this," as she flipped up her middle finger.
"Thanks!" I sarcastically yelled back at her. "Jerkoff" I muttered under my breath.
"Man, no one has any respect anymore," Scud whispered as he bent over to put his mouth near my ear. "I think it's time we end this. I think your hands should do for the time being, I'll just go two sizes bigger."
"Fine, Scud. Just don't blame me when she tries to put it on and finds out that it doesn't fit her. If you want to do it your way, though, I'm a five. Give Janet either a five and a half or a six. It should fit." I said, as Scud and I started walking to the entrance to the jewelry store. Arriving at the entrance, I opened the glass door, and entered a place of beauty.
Gold and silver were everywhere, emeralds, rubies, and diamonds all glistened in various locations throughout the store. Each glass-encased shelf held hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of extremely expensive and beautiful rings, watches, bracelets and necklaces. If I were more feminine than I actually was, you know, like a sappy, cry at soap-operas type person, this place would have been my ultimate fantasy. As it was, it was mightily impressive. The criminal side of me was enthralled.
"Scud, are you thinking the same thing as me?" I asked.
"That this place would be a great place to rob, you know, if we were still in the family business – yes."
We walked up to the counter and to the jeweler, a middle aged, balding Hispanic man with a crown of black hair around his head, and not much other hair. "Hola," he greeted.
"Hola," I returned the greeting
"¿Puedo ayudarle?" Can I help you? the jeweler, Miguel, according to his nametag, asked.
"Sí, mi amigo aquí está buscando un anillo de contrato." Yes, my friend here is looking for an engagement ring.
"Bueno, bueno. ¿Qué gama de precio?" Good. What price range?
Scud and I had forgotten to talk about the price range, I realized. I had no clue how much he had on him. I guess I'd have to spring for the bill. I was just about to ask the jeweler to show us whatever he had when Scud interrupted.
"¿Donde Estas?"
"¿Qué?" asked Miguel.
"What?" I echoed to Scud.
"Sorry, that's the only Spanish I know, I just thought I'd throw it out there," Scud responded.
"Scud, just stay out of this, I can handle it," I instructed.
"Fine. Do what you will. I still get to OK the ring though, right?"
"Sure, Scud." I turned back to Miguel. "Puedo ir hasta €5.000." I can go up to €5,000. Seeing as each euro was approximately worth $1.31, €5,000 was worth about $6,600, so Scud would owe me big time after this.
"¡Bueno! En ese caso, tengo un anillo hermoso de Lucida con las piedras laterales trilliant para €4.092.52." Good! In that case, I have a beautiful Lucida ring with trilliant side stones for €4,092.52, Miguel said as he walked to the left side of the jeweler's case and picked up a box. He walked back over to us and opened the box.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked Scud.
Scud turned, looking at me incredulously and gasped, "Lucy Diamond, 'The Queen of Diamonds'," he emphasized my new title by raising his hands in the air and forming the quotes with a bend of his fingers, "is turning to me? Wow, I'm honored." Obviously, he was mocking my former show of my knowledge of jewelry.
"Well, it is your ring," I cuttingly whispered.
"Lucy Diamond?" the jeweler asked taken aback. Scud and I turned to look at him and the look on his face could only be described as a mixture of shock and terror.
"Sí?" I replied questionly, looking at Miguel. He looked a little uneasy.
"¿Usted está comprando el anillo, correcto?" You are purchasing the ring, correct? Miguel asked. Clearly, my old reputation had preceded me. Miguel looked at me as if I were casing the store and was scheming and planning a heist while talking to him.
"Yes! Of course I'm purchasing it!" Taking his comment as a personal affront, I slipped back into English. I was about to add a comment in Spanish expressing my insult until Scud nudged me and reminded me that I was still known as a jewel thief, and I was in a jewelry store. Therefore, the question was actually a logical one. "Sí, estoy utilizando el Euro," Yes, I'm using money, I stated more calmly turning to look at Miguel and seeing a huge smile form on his face.
"En ese caso," Well in that case, Miguel said as he closed the box and put it away, "Tengo algo más para una mujer de su reputación." I have something else for a woman of your reputation. Miguel sat another black box on the table and opened it.
For an instant, my breath totally left my lungs. The ring was amazingly beautiful. I'd stolen priceless jewelry before, but never had I seen a ring like this. Set in a sleek platinum band stood a brilliant emerald-cut diamond that was tapered on both sides with diamond baguettes. The colors reflected off the ring were radiant and dazzling in their spectrum. This ring would be perfect for Amy I thought, but Scud was the one proposing, so I decided to let him have it.
"Scud, we've found your ring!" I announced.
Scud just stood in place, mesmerized by the ring. I shook him a bit and he snapped out of his incognizant state. "Huh, what?"
"I said, we've found your ring."
"Lucy, I can't afford that – you're the one with all the money here."
"Exactly. I'm paying."
"Really?" Scud asked. I nodded my head, and he hugged me.
"For being an ex-villain, you're really not that bad Lucy Diamond," Scud said as he squeezed me.
"Geez, Scud, not too tight," I said with a wide smile. I turned back to Miguel. "Lo tomaremos." We'll take it, I said, reaching for my bag, getting my wallet out, grabbing my credit card and handing it to Miguel.
"¿Qué tamaño usted desea esto adentro?" What size do you want this in?
"Él tomará seises." He'll take a six.
"¿Habrá cualquier cosa?" Will there be anything else? Miguel asked.
Wow, I had almost forgotten about getting Amy a bracelet. I couldn't believe I had done that. Some girlfriend I was. If I didn't get her anything, I could probably kiss any chance I had of reconciliation goodbye.
"¿Cuál es su mejor pulsera del diamante?" What's your best diamond bracelet?
"Amperio hora, la mejor pulsera del diamante", Ah, the best diamond bracelet, he said as he disappeared into the back. Upon returning, he held in his hand another black box, longer than the ring's. He laid a cloth on the counter, opened the box and placed the bracelet on it. I ran my hand the length of the Voile bar bracelet as it sparkled. It was absolutely stunning...it was perfect
"¿Cuánto?" How much? I asked
"€10,987.26," Miguel responded. It was close to $14,500, doing the math quickly in my head. It was a little more than I had anticipated spending, but I had the money and therefore the card limit to buy both items. Plus, $14,500 was only a pittance of the priceless fee I'd pay just to see Amy one more time.
"Tomaré eso también." I'll take that too, I said.
"¡Bueno!" Miguel exclaimed, as he slid my card through the machine. Thank you Dad, I thought. Miguel handed me back the card and Scud and I exited the store.
"So, what now? Get the airplane tickets for tomorrow?" Scud asked.
"No, we've still got one more stop to make," I replied.
"What?"
"Well, what would an apology to Janet be without a new sweater? You do know her sweater size, right?"
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Chastity's POV
"Yes, we had a flight arrive here with your daughter's name on the manifest yesterday, Mrs. Bradshaw."
"Thank you. I've been so worried about her, she hasn't been calling, and I didn't know where she was."
"Well, I hope you find her and work out your differences. I hate to see family fight."
"Thank you, and God bless you."
"Have a good day."
So it was working. I had to make sure that everything was still going according to my plan, so I called the L.A. Airport to find out whether Amy Bradshaw had actually followed the course that I had suspected she would. For my plan to work, Lucy and Amy would have to be broken up. I needed Lucy for the plan, and the sex was a bonus. That had been just the catalyst I had needed to spring further events into action.
Soon I would be the master of my own destiny. Soon I wouldn't need anyone else, although I would have Lucy there beside me. The plan was working.
Now it was time for the next step.
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Lucy's POV
Scud was alternately nodding off and reawakening as he slumped down in the felt back of the airport's chair as we waited for our flight. Flying first-class, we would be one of the first people to board. I may no longer have been a criminal mastermind with an unlimited class flow, but the abundant money that I still had from my father's Swedish account allowed me to splurge and indulge every once in a while, and one thing is for sure – Lucy Diamond would never ride coach.
The flight, delayed an hour and a half because of a thunderstorm and "inclement weather" in Los Angeles was already grating on my nerves. I just hoped that I could hold onto my sanity long enough in this flight that would take a total of just about seventeen hours, with a layover in Newark, New Jersey. I mean, who lives in Newark. New Jersey's smaller than Belgium, for goodness sake. Of course, the plane rides are taking seventeen hours, which means they would cross six time zones, so it would actually feel as though it had taken eight hours and I would feel as though I had lost nine hours. Talk about jet lag. I was praying that there would be a bar on the jet, because I needed alcohol for the $10,000 total I had spent on this flight. It was about 5:15 in the morning now, and the jet was scheduled to come at any minute. I noticed Scuds head turn in the direction of the clock every couple seconds.
"Clock-watcher," I teased. "Do you do this at work? No wonder no one likes us still."
"No, I've got Janet there at work, at least she takes my mind off of time deadlines."
I put on an artificial look of hurt. "You mean the famous Lucy Diamond isn't good enough to keep your mind off the clock?"
Scud just laughed. "You're cool, but you're no Janet. Janet's a genius with computers, Janet's beautiful, Janet's…" I interrupted him.
"I was right – Janet's got you whipped, loverboy."
"If she does, it's worth it."
"Oh yeah, you're quite manly Scud," I joked. Maybe there was something to be said for that kind of a relationship. Amy and I just had one a little different. No one was whipped; we were mutual partners in everything – which, I guess, was the reason why betrayal of her trust had hurt her so much. We had shared everything, and when I didn't share the truth, it broke that mutual trust, and suddenly it appeared one-sided as far as the confidence went. That was something I vowed to fix if I could ever regain my Amy.
"Continental Airlines Flight 170, now boarding first class," a voice over the airport's loudspeaker informed. Scud and I grabbed our two suitcases, which wouldn't have been that full, except for Scud's insistence to carry all his computer equipment wherever he went.
We boarded the plane and everything went smoothly as we stuffed our bags into the overhead compartment, Scud grabbing his computer, and took off within a half hour. The first class area was full, and did indeed have a bar. I intended to get a beer as soon as possible. Sitting behind us was an older couple, gray hair indicating their age; they looked to be American tourists. Scattered throughout the seats, people either generally looked like American tourists returning home or soon-to-be Spanish tourists heading to America.
"So," Scud began, "what's your plan to reconcile things with Amy?"
"Well, I was thinking about taking your lead actually. Just basically pour out my emotions, let her know that I love her more than anyone could ever love another human being. That kinda thing."
"Wow, actually taking advice from me for a change, are you?" Scud asked mockingly.
"Yes, when there are girlfriend problems, I know who to turn to, even if you're wrong half the time," I replied.
We settled back down in the plane, and started to drift to sleep, when we heard a voice from behind us.
"Excuse me," the old gentleman behind me said, trying to get my attention.
"Sir, are you talking to me?" I asked, trying to be polite.
"Yes, young lady, my wife and I overheard you and your friend talking about problems with his girlfriend. Maybe we can help. I think we have a lot of experience with that." His wife laughed at that comment, but I didn't find it that humorous.
"I'll bet he does have a lot of experience," Scud whispered mockingly in my ear.
"Be nice Scud, we may have to put up with this for another eight hours, if we're lucky," I whispered back.
"Anyway, when I was younger, I had a bit of trouble with a young lady. I did something to hurt her feelings, I can't quite remember what it was…" apparently his wife remembered what he didn't as she interrupted him.
"He was looking at all the other women's legs," she said snidely.
"I never slept with any of them, though, honey. Anyway, I was quite the romantic back in my day, and I decided that to win that woman back, I'd write her romantic poems."
"Oh, he was quite the poet back in his day," remarked his wife, dreamily.
"I don't think Amy's one for poetry," Scud said.
"Well, you could always try sending her flowers. I love when my boyfriend sends me flowers" the stewardess said. I hadn't even noticed her there. "Would you like soda, a beer, or water?"
"Wow, who else is going to get involved in this?" Scud asked.
"I'll take a beer," I said. "If we want something from the bar, can we get it, or do we have to ask you?"
"You're supposed to ask me or another flight attendant, but most people don't."
"I'll take a Dr. Pepper," Scud requested.
"Wow, going with the strong stuff are we?" I jested with him.
"Shut up."
"Anyway, what do you think about the flowers?" the stewardess, Julia, asked.
"Not a bad idea," remarked a Spaniard sitting in front of us.
"Yes," said another one sitting on the other side of the plane.
"What, is everyone here focused on our conversation?" I asked, exasperated.
Almost in unison, the plane's passengers answered "Yes."
A younger boy, maybe in his teens, looked at Scud. He had a baseball cap on sideways, and looked like a city-bred American citizen.
"Yo, man, you havin' girlfriend issues? Why don't you slap that bitch around?" Everyone on the plane gasped and grumbled at the boy's suggestion.
"No, don't think she'd like that," Scud said dryly.
All of a sudden the first class section erupted with suggestions of how Scud could win back "his" girlfriend. Funny thing is, we had been talking about Amy, not Janet. I heard little snippets of each suggestion. "Flowers sound good," I heard, "How about a stuffed animal?" was another suggestion.
Finally, Scud stood up, and said, in a harsh, exasperated manner. "She's not MY girlfriend! Amy is LUCY'S…," he motioned down to me, "girlfriend; LUCY…," he motioned to me again, "is sitting right next to me. Tell her all your suggestions!"
I shrank down in my seat, trying to make myself invisible as all talking ceased and every single pair of eyes turned on me. There was a shared silence on the plane, everyone seemed to be thinking the same thing - Is she a lesbian? In a couple of minutes, after everyone had gotten over the shock and disbelief, their thoughts were confirmed as I heard the word "lesbian," in a hushed whisper move throughout the cabin. Still, to my dismay, the barrage of questions and suggestions started again.
"So, what's it like? Y'know, lesbianism. Is it as good as they say it is?" A passenger asked.
I heard another passenger behind me, a younger male from the sound of it, mutter "Why are all the good looking girls lesbians?"
It was going to be a long flight.
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After another of the worst nights of my life, Scud and I had gotten off the airplane relieved that the nightmare was over, but terrified of the flight back. There was a car rental place right outside the airport, so we quickly headed towards it to pick up our car we had already reserved before leaving Spain. Business owners were smart, they really knew how to capitalize on location and cash in on people. Anyway, we had rented a black VW Beetle. Scud had always wanted to drive one, because, as he said, it's so uniquely shaped. He was driving, so I decided to get it just to keep him happy.
We were on our way to the D.E.B.S. headquarters, and I was still working out possible dialogues for the talk with Amy in my mind. Finally, I decided that I'd start out basically telling her that although in no way was I suicidal, there was no point in life if I couldn't share it with her. Yes, that was a good place to start.
We were near the suburban D.E.B.S. house. Apparently they had not changed location or their shitty security, according to Scud, since Amy and I had escaped. Scud took his eyes off the road a second and looked at me. "Ready to face the music. You're going into hell, but remember, I'll be there right beside you."
"Thanks Scud, but I think I can handle it. Glad you'll be there with me though."
"Aw. Don't go getting all sentimental on me, Lucy Diamond. It's scary, not like you at all."
Scud always had a way to lighten the mood, I thought, emitting a laugh. "Ah, I've got a soft side too Scud, besides being an ex-badass master criminal."
"That you do," he said, parking on the curb outside the white house that sheltered the three D.E.B.S. who used to be part of Amy's squad. "We're here, let's start the walk of shame."
Scud and I got out of the car, patting ourselves to make sure we had our respective jewelry on us. I felt the familiar hardness of the box as I patted my pocket – I had it.
Cutting a hole in the forcefield with my pocket laser, as I had done twice before, and walking up to the door, I hesitated a second before knocking. How would she react once she saw me? I just hoped she'd entertain me for at least a second. Finally, I knocked on the door. No one answered for a couple seconds, although I thought I saw something move in the eyehole. Finally, just as I turned around the doorknob turned, and I heard the tumbler unlock inside.
"Amy!" I exclaimed as I rotated back to face the door.
It wasn't Amy. Facing the door again, I was greeted with a gun to my forehead.
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What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side
That you don't want me there in your life
What if I got it wrong
And no poet or song
Could put right what I got wrong
Or make you feel I belong
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Dan
