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"Can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah"
"Were you born a prick?"
-Max and Zack "411 on the DL"
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CHAPTER FIVE
"Watch the Steel"
Third and Davis
Downtown Seattle
"I need a signature." Cree informed the man standing in front of her in nothing but his bathrobe. She tried not to shudder at the way he was eyeing her with a look that said "I want it"
"I can give you something else you need." he leered at her, desire written plainlyin his eyes.
"All I need it a name." she shot back, trying to keep her hands steady, as sheshoved the signature sheet in his face.
"Fine baby, play it your way." he snatched the clip board from her and scrawled something done on it. "But if you come by later, we can play it mine."
Cree didn't respond to that, and turned to walk back over to where she left her bike.
She kept getting the strangest feeling she was being watched. Turning around she came face to face with Max, who had parked her bike near hers.
"Why are you following me?" Cree asked curtly, staring at her.
Max dismounted her bike and snagged the parcel out of her backpack "Not huntin'you girl." she informed, walking towards her "Just happen to run into to ya on my way to hand off this." she held up the package in her hand, and breezed past Cree. She headed up the stairs of the next apartment over from where Cree had made her delivery.
She pounded on the door with one hand. The resident of the house came out. "Yea?"
Max shoved the package at him "Delivery from Jam Pony."
The man took it from her, shaking its contents.
"I'm gonna need you scrawl." Max pointed out, holding up the clipboard.
"You could pay me later babe." he sneered.
Max rolled her eyes, and looked over inside the building. She could see a three year old boy on the floor, and hear a woman talking in the distance. "Don't think yo' woman would appreciate that." she smiled coyly "but we couldget her to sign, and give her the 411 of why."
This made the man swipe the sheet from her with quick movements. He handed it back to her three seconds later. "There ain't nothin' wrong with scopin'" he argued.
The boy inside caught site of Max, and smiled. She smiled back "Yea there is."she snapped, taking the sheet from him.
She headed back over to her bike, and noticed that Cree was still there "Now who's tailin'?" Max shot out, mounting her bike.
"Just wanted to learn the skills of the game." she argued "Master of the Arts sort of thing."
Max laughed quietly at that "You picked the wrong person for that kinda stuff." she started pedaling "Catch you after your shift." she called over her shoulder.
Cree didn't say anything, and watched the other girl pedal away. But, she caught something that Max didn't. A beat up pick up was veering all over the road, the driver obviously drunk or stoned, or both. It was headed on a collision course right towards her.
Cree didn't really know what she was doing, but she ran faster the she had ever done, before, even on the track team. /Shit, I've seen enough of girls I just met dying by idiots like that/ "Watch out!" she shouted, trying to push her out of the way, as tires squeaked, and the roar of an engine boomed in her ears.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah"
"Were you born a prick?"
-Max and Zack "411 on the DL"
******
CHAPTER FIVE
"Watch the Steel"
Third and Davis
Downtown Seattle
"I need a signature." Cree informed the man standing in front of her in nothing but his bathrobe. She tried not to shudder at the way he was eyeing her with a look that said "I want it"
"I can give you something else you need." he leered at her, desire written plainlyin his eyes.
"All I need it a name." she shot back, trying to keep her hands steady, as sheshoved the signature sheet in his face.
"Fine baby, play it your way." he snatched the clip board from her and scrawled something done on it. "But if you come by later, we can play it mine."
Cree didn't respond to that, and turned to walk back over to where she left her bike.
She kept getting the strangest feeling she was being watched. Turning around she came face to face with Max, who had parked her bike near hers.
"Why are you following me?" Cree asked curtly, staring at her.
Max dismounted her bike and snagged the parcel out of her backpack "Not huntin'you girl." she informed, walking towards her "Just happen to run into to ya on my way to hand off this." she held up the package in her hand, and breezed past Cree. She headed up the stairs of the next apartment over from where Cree had made her delivery.
She pounded on the door with one hand. The resident of the house came out. "Yea?"
Max shoved the package at him "Delivery from Jam Pony."
The man took it from her, shaking its contents.
"I'm gonna need you scrawl." Max pointed out, holding up the clipboard.
"You could pay me later babe." he sneered.
Max rolled her eyes, and looked over inside the building. She could see a three year old boy on the floor, and hear a woman talking in the distance. "Don't think yo' woman would appreciate that." she smiled coyly "but we couldget her to sign, and give her the 411 of why."
This made the man swipe the sheet from her with quick movements. He handed it back to her three seconds later. "There ain't nothin' wrong with scopin'" he argued.
The boy inside caught site of Max, and smiled. She smiled back "Yea there is."she snapped, taking the sheet from him.
She headed back over to her bike, and noticed that Cree was still there "Now who's tailin'?" Max shot out, mounting her bike.
"Just wanted to learn the skills of the game." she argued "Master of the Arts sort of thing."
Max laughed quietly at that "You picked the wrong person for that kinda stuff." she started pedaling "Catch you after your shift." she called over her shoulder.
Cree didn't say anything, and watched the other girl pedal away. But, she caught something that Max didn't. A beat up pick up was veering all over the road, the driver obviously drunk or stoned, or both. It was headed on a collision course right towards her.
Cree didn't really know what she was doing, but she ran faster the she had ever done, before, even on the track team. /Shit, I've seen enough of girls I just met dying by idiots like that/ "Watch out!" she shouted, trying to push her out of the way, as tires squeaked, and the roar of an engine boomed in her ears.