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Chapter 5
"After years of serving your needs, we're proud to announce that our scientists have come up with a peice of technology that could very well revolutionalize the world as we know it...." Dennis Largo stood upon a large podium, nearly screaming into the microphone in his..uh...overzealousness??
Ren sighed as she watched the scene with distaste, how could these people fall for this crap? Couldn't they see he was hiding something? Biting into her chili dog and sitting down with her shopping bags on a nearby curb, she watched as the public sucked up the ego that was Dennis Largo like he was some...giant slurpy? 'Hmm...that reminds me...' getting up, shouldering her bags, and walking over to another hot dog stand (the fifth one she'd been to that day) she placed her order, then stood by and waited for her cheesy dog and coke.
"....and as it always has, our promise of satisfaction extends to all our products, be it from dust-buddies(a cheap rip-off of dust busters), to a magician 4000!(a cheap rip-off of the macintosh.) 'It seems everything that they make is a cheaper version of something else...interesting.' It would be fun stealing from these guys! She began walking away as Largo started to climb down the stage. Laughing to herself, she didn't watch where she was going......
......."Hey, watch it!" and bumped into someone. Looking up from her position on the ground, she grimaced as she saw the cheese and coke dripping from an expensive-looking sweater. "Sorry, but you shoulda watched where you were going, too!" she growled in annoyance, hand over her eyes since the sun was blocking the person's profile. But looking at the flat, hard chest that had crashed into her, her guess was male.
"I don't have time for this!" grabbing Ren's hand he literally threw her up, and brushed off all the **censor** crap on his shirt.
Ren turned to yell at him..uuhh...thank him, but found him running off in the opposite direction, "Hey, I'll pay you back for the sweater!"
He turned, his short mustard-brown hair blowing in the wind and his bangs clear of his face. Familliar intelligent emerald eyes stared back at her.
Needless to say, Ren's jaw dropped. 'That's the guy from the photos!!' she should have expected him here....she frowned, but who was he? A body guard? Or an assasin? She couldn't let Largo die until she got that disk, after that, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted with him. She's have to have a chat with this guy, and quick, before he fucked up both their lives.
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He knew he wouldn't be able to catch him. Damn that girl! He swore violently as his long legs continued to run the length of the street. Largo's limo was out of his reach now. He sighed and slowed to a walk, barely out of breath.
Running has hand through his hair, he dug through his pockets for his car keys. Turning the corner, he threw them up into the air, scanning the lot for his red 1989 928 GT Porsche. "HEY! Wait! I gotta talk to youuu!!!" his keys dropped to the ground as he whipped around in surprise, his green eyes widening at the sight that greeted him.
It was the hot-dog girl! Running like a mad-woman, she barely missed tripping over a moving cat. Her khaki peddle pushers and sandles were slightly dirty, her blue hoody in not that better condition, her blonde hair coming out of the slightly frizzy cornrows that graced her head and to addition to that, she had about ten huge shopping bags in her arms. "Oh god....not again.." he mumbled as he dove, grabbed his keys and bolted to his stunning car.
Fumbling with the lock, almost ready to break the window as she drew nearer, he heard the tell-tale click of the door and jumped in, following the same process as before with the ignition. Slamming his foot down on the gas, he sped away, leaving behind nothing but those dust cloud thingy's.
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Ren dropped her bags and started to stomp around in frustration. "What is that bastards problem!?" Her fist clenched as if she were threatening someone...which she kinda was...meh..."When I get my hands on him...rrrr" she trailed off, her anger slowly fading.
Picking up her bags, she turned to leave, when she caught her reflection in a nearby car's window.
"GGAAAAAHHHH!!!" startled pigeons, rats and felines booted it out of the parking lot.....
.............. while Ren fainted dead away.
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The next morning, we find the birds chirping, the skies blue, children laughing....and one extremely pissed off-looking blonde trudging around in a fluffy flannel bath robe.
"I.Hate.Mornings." Ren's bunny slippers dragged across the floor as she made her way towards the kitchen and strait to the coffee pot.....
.........only to find that there was none left. Whipping open the cupboard doors, hundreds of coffee bean containers and instant coffee packages tumbled out and littered the floor. "Stupid gravity." Ren mumbled as she picked one up and opened it to tip it in. She waited for the welcoming sound and smell of unmade coffee to grace the air. And waited. Then waited some more.
"What the hell?!" Her left eye twitching dangerously, she curiously peered into the large tin, and found not even a crumb left on the bottom. "Huh?" Ripping through all containers, it became apparent that there was no coffee left in the household! About ready to explode, Ren looked over and sweatdropped. Post-it's covered her fridge from head to toe (do fridge's have toes?), all saying something akin to, 'More coffee, dumbass.' or 'No caffeine in morning make Ren go crazy.' A small, dark cloud hovered over Ren's head , "Damn post-it's....shoulda told me...the little bastards."
Reaching into the refrigerator and causing little leafs of paper to fall to the ground, Ren grabbed some old Chinese food in a carton. Sniffing it, then shrugging, she popped a forkfull into her mouth.
And promptly became sick.
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"Report to Sherman's office immediately." The young man gulped and stood, nodding and smiling weakly at the old secretary, who in return, offered him a cookie. He swore he could see dust and little crawling things littering their surface. " Uhhh...no, thanks." He walked past and through the door.
"What do you have for me, Barton*?" a gruff voice barked at him. A distinguished looking man was bent over a file cabinet, leafing through it's contents.
Barton straitened to his full height of 6'1** , "Nothing as of yet, sir." as the old man raised an eyebrow and scrutinized him, Barton almost shuddered, "There was some...interference in the set up today." Thinking of the blonde girl almost made him frown. Almost.
Nodding, Sherman dropped a few files onto his desk," These files are on who you should be looking out for." Barton stepped fore ward and examined the file on a tall, handsome black man named TJ Conner.
"Thank you, sir. I'll...I mean we'll get him next time, sir. Largos is in our grasp. I won't let the team down." His bangs covered the anticipation in his eyes and the grin on his lips.
"Dismissed, Barton." Barton turned to leave, when a hand gripped his shoulder, "Make us proud, Trowa."
Trowa shrugged off the hand and walked out of his step-father's office.
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Ren walked into the main lobby of Black Rising nervously. 'What if they spotted her....what if they found out her ID was fake?' One of her friends and customers at Chuck's had gotten it done for her at half price, so she wasn't sure if it was a hokey or not.
Checking herself in a nearby mirror, Ren fixed the pigtails that her blonde hair was captured in and brushed her chin-length bangs aside. Yup, she really looked the part of a dumb-blonde which her kind was so unfortunately stereotype as.
She was dressed in a cute little pink buisness suit that had a very short skirt, a white blouse and an overcoat that went to her waist. Very high pink pumps laced to just above her ankles, and to complete the look, she had on mascara, silver eyeshadow, blush, large, silver hoop earrings and pink glossy shimmer lip gloss.
This out fit was definitely not her type.
Swinging her hips as she walked, she smiled 'cutely' at a passing man, who blushed and winked at her. This was definitely going to work....that is..if she controlled her temper and didn't pound the sexist pig into nothingness. 'Maybe I'll treat myself when I get the disk.'
Walking towards the reception desk*** she laid down a folder and her ID, "HI! I'm Usagi Tsukino, " she bounced around in excitement and cheerfulness, "and I'd like to apply for Mr. Largo's personal secretary!"
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