Zara, now Patty, awoke in her Sailor Scout Uniform. Patty looked
down, or rather across, at her uniform. She carefully sat up and
straightened her scout uniform.
The room was bright, the large windows allowed the room to aluminizes. The Red cretins were drown back, as they skirted nearly twelve feet to the floor. The marble floor and the red curtains just acted to enhancing the glow of the room, but the high ceilings brought a coldness that counteracted the worm glow.
Patty looked about, but not for the other scouts but rather her unfinished can of Pepsi. She stood up, still looking for her soda, off the clean marble hearth. Now She normally would care about the other scouts but all she could seem to be worried about was were her soda was. She walked towards the middle of the room wandering if she would find her Pepsi, than giving up on her hunt, she laid on the red couch thinking about were she could get a new can
A man in a dark suite walked in to the room from the far door. He sat next to her in a red chair next was right next to were she was laying.
"What have you done with my can of pop?" She stretched out so her uniform covered even less.
" Sailor Girl Scout Peanut butter Patty I presume." The man in the suite asked her with confidence.
"You assumed right, and you sir," Patty smiled. "The more pressing question is who are you, and what do you want." She bit at each word making the questions sound harsh.
"I am," he stopped and was distracted by her beauty, "um, as I was saying, I am your boss, and it is your job to serve me."
"Why should I serve you?" Her words became softer. He looked at her
"OK," she agreed with out a fight, even though she had no real reason to agree with her kidnaper. "I will work for you, what do you want me to do? I can train, I can fight, And a whole lot of other thing." She sat up straight than stood up, not reach the full height of the man, wondering why she was so agreeable. .
"But first," she paused "Tell me what country we are in and were I can get some soda pop."
"Hum, the soda with the Blue white and Red logo, and also the country. Viva la France"
The room was bright, the large windows allowed the room to aluminizes. The Red cretins were drown back, as they skirted nearly twelve feet to the floor. The marble floor and the red curtains just acted to enhancing the glow of the room, but the high ceilings brought a coldness that counteracted the worm glow.
Patty looked about, but not for the other scouts but rather her unfinished can of Pepsi. She stood up, still looking for her soda, off the clean marble hearth. Now She normally would care about the other scouts but all she could seem to be worried about was were her soda was. She walked towards the middle of the room wandering if she would find her Pepsi, than giving up on her hunt, she laid on the red couch thinking about were she could get a new can
A man in a dark suite walked in to the room from the far door. He sat next to her in a red chair next was right next to were she was laying.
"What have you done with my can of pop?" She stretched out so her uniform covered even less.
" Sailor Girl Scout Peanut butter Patty I presume." The man in the suite asked her with confidence.
"You assumed right, and you sir," Patty smiled. "The more pressing question is who are you, and what do you want." She bit at each word making the questions sound harsh.
"I am," he stopped and was distracted by her beauty, "um, as I was saying, I am your boss, and it is your job to serve me."
"Why should I serve you?" Her words became softer. He looked at her
"OK," she agreed with out a fight, even though she had no real reason to agree with her kidnaper. "I will work for you, what do you want me to do? I can train, I can fight, And a whole lot of other thing." She sat up straight than stood up, not reach the full height of the man, wondering why she was so agreeable. .
"But first," she paused "Tell me what country we are in and were I can get some soda pop."
"Hum, the soda with the Blue white and Red logo, and also the country. Viva la France"