Part 7
de car killing fohn
"Stupid gas guzzler." I shout to the wind.
I hear a car approaching, and thrust my thumb out, the american way for hitching aride, I hate that gesture though.
A beautiful silver convertible pulls up besides me. I notice the driver is a one, Mrs. Alexandra Monroe, the newest agent at the agency. "Can I help you?" She yells at me but not in a friendly manner. I heard she was pushy, maybe I should have kidnapped her, she would have screamed louder in the end.I believe she has some German ancestory in her aubrun roots.
I switch to a british accent. "My squiffy car ran out of petrol, could you take me to the nearest stop?"
"Why not? Hop in." I climb in next to her, and she drives off. I notice her radio station is on to a Monkeys hit, what is their music stalking me, it makes me cringe inwardly. "What song is that?"
"Last Train to Clarksville, The Monkees." She swerves around an old lady going slowly. "Learn to drive." She shouts to the lady.
She drives worse then I do. She pulls violently into a gas station. I wait for her to stop, she doesn't. "You're stop." She answers impatiently. I jump out, almost skinning a knee, and she pulls away leaving a trail of dust.
A guy in a suit is carefully filling up his gas tank. An attendant inside is asleep.
The man in the suit walks to the dingy bathroom. I walk quietly behind him. He goes inside, and I pull out my swiss army knife, and cut off a near by waterhose, I wrap it around my arm loosly, I pull a .25 baby browning out of my pocket, and some electrical tape.
As he gets out, I wave the baby browning in his face, and I strip him of car keys and wallet with one hand. The gun is pressed tightly against his left temple, but he still tries to struggle. I kick him hard in the groin, and he falls to the floor. I take a piece of tape and stick across his mouth, then tightly begin tying the garden hose around him. I close the bathroom door, locking it. I am starting to go to his car, I notice a pushbroom, I stick it under the handle of the door, use a piece of tape and voila, he can't get out for awhile.
"Nice doing business with you." I say as I walk towards his car. I hop in, glancing over at the attendant who is forming a nice puddle of drool on his overalls. I laugh and pull away in his lincoln. I throw the tape, baby browning, and my knife in the front passenger seat.
I get to the stupid Citroen in a few minutes, I should have just borrowed Lucy's Astin-Martin. I would not have had this problem. Well I can't use this suit anymore, oh well, I didn't like it anyway, it had a mustache on it that reminded me of Hitler. People aren't suppose to see I am evil when they first meet me, that is no fun. I grab the tape before I go.
I pull open Eberts door, and put a piece of tape on his mouth. I reach around to untie the rope around his waist, then unbuckle him. I almost rip him out of the seat as I pull him out, the seat almost coming with him. He eeps again, its muffled through the tape though. I make him wait by the hood, as I get anything else out that we may need, mainly his briefcase and my cell phone.
"We're switching cars." I say and drag him to the lincoln, by the rope still on his hands.
"You get the whole backseat to yourself." I tell him, opening the door, and pushes him in. "Don't try anything."
He murmurs something that sounds like "I won't." It probably is. I lock the back seat door, and close it, after I make sure he has moved his feet out of the way. I start walking towards the front instead of walking all the way around though, I slide across the hood. I do have to have some fun, and Lincolns have great hoods to slide across.
I climb in the front seat, and away we go.
de car killing fohn
"Stupid gas guzzler." I shout to the wind.
I hear a car approaching, and thrust my thumb out, the american way for hitching aride, I hate that gesture though.
A beautiful silver convertible pulls up besides me. I notice the driver is a one, Mrs. Alexandra Monroe, the newest agent at the agency. "Can I help you?" She yells at me but not in a friendly manner. I heard she was pushy, maybe I should have kidnapped her, she would have screamed louder in the end.I believe she has some German ancestory in her aubrun roots.
I switch to a british accent. "My squiffy car ran out of petrol, could you take me to the nearest stop?"
"Why not? Hop in." I climb in next to her, and she drives off. I notice her radio station is on to a Monkeys hit, what is their music stalking me, it makes me cringe inwardly. "What song is that?"
"Last Train to Clarksville, The Monkees." She swerves around an old lady going slowly. "Learn to drive." She shouts to the lady.
She drives worse then I do. She pulls violently into a gas station. I wait for her to stop, she doesn't. "You're stop." She answers impatiently. I jump out, almost skinning a knee, and she pulls away leaving a trail of dust.
A guy in a suit is carefully filling up his gas tank. An attendant inside is asleep.
The man in the suit walks to the dingy bathroom. I walk quietly behind him. He goes inside, and I pull out my swiss army knife, and cut off a near by waterhose, I wrap it around my arm loosly, I pull a .25 baby browning out of my pocket, and some electrical tape.
As he gets out, I wave the baby browning in his face, and I strip him of car keys and wallet with one hand. The gun is pressed tightly against his left temple, but he still tries to struggle. I kick him hard in the groin, and he falls to the floor. I take a piece of tape and stick across his mouth, then tightly begin tying the garden hose around him. I close the bathroom door, locking it. I am starting to go to his car, I notice a pushbroom, I stick it under the handle of the door, use a piece of tape and voila, he can't get out for awhile.
"Nice doing business with you." I say as I walk towards his car. I hop in, glancing over at the attendant who is forming a nice puddle of drool on his overalls. I laugh and pull away in his lincoln. I throw the tape, baby browning, and my knife in the front passenger seat.
I get to the stupid Citroen in a few minutes, I should have just borrowed Lucy's Astin-Martin. I would not have had this problem. Well I can't use this suit anymore, oh well, I didn't like it anyway, it had a mustache on it that reminded me of Hitler. People aren't suppose to see I am evil when they first meet me, that is no fun. I grab the tape before I go.
I pull open Eberts door, and put a piece of tape on his mouth. I reach around to untie the rope around his waist, then unbuckle him. I almost rip him out of the seat as I pull him out, the seat almost coming with him. He eeps again, its muffled through the tape though. I make him wait by the hood, as I get anything else out that we may need, mainly his briefcase and my cell phone.
"We're switching cars." I say and drag him to the lincoln, by the rope still on his hands.
"You get the whole backseat to yourself." I tell him, opening the door, and pushes him in. "Don't try anything."
He murmurs something that sounds like "I won't." It probably is. I lock the back seat door, and close it, after I make sure he has moved his feet out of the way. I start walking towards the front instead of walking all the way around though, I slide across the hood. I do have to have some fun, and Lincolns have great hoods to slide across.
I climb in the front seat, and away we go.