Chapter 5
Behind the Viper Pit
The woman draped over his shoulder was quiet that was a bad sign. He had to get her out of here. He also knew her well enough that when she was quiet you'd better keep an eye on her. He didn't know which was worse the deadly silence or the heat that cause her to curse in all most any language imaginable. Thinking to him self, he figured that silence was worse. Looking around he was far enough away from the Viper Pit that nobody would notice them, but he still had a vintage point that he could see the comings and goings. He threw her down on the concrete. Though he felt bad about it, it was a good thing. She was up and ready, wielding a deadly knife. Jaye, you really need to learn to assess a situation before you attack he thought to him self.
She was not having this, she had been chased down, hunted like an animal and dammit her lip hurt. Now this wannabe dreadnock had slung her over his shoulder trying to act like the hero. She snapped. It happens to the best. She was in a no win situation. Why not speed up the inevitable death? It would be nice about right now. So she attacked with a knife that she had "borrowed" from Zartan. Not like, she expected to succeed. She was tired and hungry. She was also mad. That didn't make a good combo. She had been taught that too many times and hell, she forgot it twice as many times. But, this English bozo dreadnock deserved it. Rushing him was easy. He had her disarmed in a second. She went to deck him a nice haymaker, hey she'd fallen a guy about the same size one. He caught her arm easily. "One time, you only aloud one time. I deserved it then." She stared in his eyes familiar eyes. "But don't think I'll ever let you get away with that again."
Her mind reeled. It can't be. Who is he? What the hell is going on? All the questions went unanswered because an explosion ripped through the night sky.
20:30
They walked a mile away from the explosion like good little solders. However, something wasn't right. He never really liked Flint, but grudgingly, he respected him. He always backed any thing he said. Sure, he understood the need to get away from the hotel. Snake-Eyes and Scarlett were in there, though. He wanted to shout and scream. Something just didn't add up. He noticed they were on a deserted street. Except for one, a French whore made her way to them. He knew she wasn't alone. Her pimp was around here somewhere but what made him nervous was he couldn't see him. He felt him but he couldn't see him. He watched the whore. She made her way to him. He should move but for some reason her, drunken moves entranced him. Oh, he was ready for a strike. She slammed right into him. "Excuse me." She said in French looking up at him as if assessing a potential John. She whispered in his ear, gone was the French accent. Replaced was a soft aristocratic accent with a touch a provincial Irish. "Your in devil's hand. Do not let him drop you. It is time that we have a nice family reunion do you not agree."
Flint started screaming at the whore. "Get out of here."
"One hour. Check your pocket." She finished then she continued to walk down the street. Singing a raunchy French Love song off key.
Behind the Viper Pit
The woman draped over his shoulder was quiet that was a bad sign. He had to get her out of here. He also knew her well enough that when she was quiet you'd better keep an eye on her. He didn't know which was worse the deadly silence or the heat that cause her to curse in all most any language imaginable. Thinking to him self, he figured that silence was worse. Looking around he was far enough away from the Viper Pit that nobody would notice them, but he still had a vintage point that he could see the comings and goings. He threw her down on the concrete. Though he felt bad about it, it was a good thing. She was up and ready, wielding a deadly knife. Jaye, you really need to learn to assess a situation before you attack he thought to him self.
She was not having this, she had been chased down, hunted like an animal and dammit her lip hurt. Now this wannabe dreadnock had slung her over his shoulder trying to act like the hero. She snapped. It happens to the best. She was in a no win situation. Why not speed up the inevitable death? It would be nice about right now. So she attacked with a knife that she had "borrowed" from Zartan. Not like, she expected to succeed. She was tired and hungry. She was also mad. That didn't make a good combo. She had been taught that too many times and hell, she forgot it twice as many times. But, this English bozo dreadnock deserved it. Rushing him was easy. He had her disarmed in a second. She went to deck him a nice haymaker, hey she'd fallen a guy about the same size one. He caught her arm easily. "One time, you only aloud one time. I deserved it then." She stared in his eyes familiar eyes. "But don't think I'll ever let you get away with that again."
Her mind reeled. It can't be. Who is he? What the hell is going on? All the questions went unanswered because an explosion ripped through the night sky.
20:30
They walked a mile away from the explosion like good little solders. However, something wasn't right. He never really liked Flint, but grudgingly, he respected him. He always backed any thing he said. Sure, he understood the need to get away from the hotel. Snake-Eyes and Scarlett were in there, though. He wanted to shout and scream. Something just didn't add up. He noticed they were on a deserted street. Except for one, a French whore made her way to them. He knew she wasn't alone. Her pimp was around here somewhere but what made him nervous was he couldn't see him. He felt him but he couldn't see him. He watched the whore. She made her way to him. He should move but for some reason her, drunken moves entranced him. Oh, he was ready for a strike. She slammed right into him. "Excuse me." She said in French looking up at him as if assessing a potential John. She whispered in his ear, gone was the French accent. Replaced was a soft aristocratic accent with a touch a provincial Irish. "Your in devil's hand. Do not let him drop you. It is time that we have a nice family reunion do you not agree."
Flint started screaming at the whore. "Get out of here."
"One hour. Check your pocket." She finished then she continued to walk down the street. Singing a raunchy French Love song off key.
