"Have a good stay, Ms. Rhulain." I waved as I walked to my apartment. When I was at the door I started to read the letter:
'Elyon,
I look forward to working with you. I hope you'll enjoy this though I must say, you'll have trouble finding out who bought it. It wasn't just me. Well got to go 'hunting'.
Aloha,
Leland Chapman'
I smiled as I refolded the letter and placed it back inside the envelope. Then I slowly began to unpack, first the study, then the bedroom, bathroom and living room and kitchen. I also rearranged the furniture. Once done, I took a quick shower and blew my hair dry and braided it into a single plait at my back. I dressed in the usual black hip-hugger jeans, and black shirt that read Da Kine Bail Bonds, and a pair of black cowboy boots.
I walked out he door, putting on my sunglasses and got onto the 'bike'. I drove to the bounty hunter store to get a couple of items. Walking through the door, I immediately set to work. First to the gloves where I found a black, tight-fitting pair. I grabbed a leg-holster for a can of mace, a belt with a holder for handcuffs, a pair of silver-colored handcuffs and a bulletproof vest. "Will that be all," asked the cashier.
"No. I also need a container of high-concentrated mace."
"Why?" I flashed my badge. "I see, so whom do you work for?"
"Not for, with."
"Whatever." I paid for the mace and left. I had also grabbed a plain, black duffle bag. I put everything in it and walked outside. That was when I heard a 'cat-call'.
"Wonder who's ride this is," said a tall black guy.
"Don't know, but it's sweet," said another guy. There was several standing around the rocket.
"Excuse me," I said trying to get their attention. 'Screw this,' I thought. I pushed through the crowd and managed to get astride the rocket and put my sunglasses on. "Do you mind movin' bra," I said rudely. They stared at me but finally moved and I drove to the building.
Upon arrival I pushed the door open with my duffel bag slung over my shoulder. I took in the stunned looks on their faces, "I take it Wesley kept my little secret," I said smiling.
Author: Well the story is coming along nicely, well coming along at least. Any typos I firmly blame on Crookshanks and/or Minerva, depending on who was trying to sit on the keyboard at the time…their my calico kittens I have at home.