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Chapter 2
Remy hopped on his new ride, which he had just stolen this morning and gunned it to the city. He had seen an advertisement for a ritzy new dance club Sub Zero. Remy figured he would be able to steal a king's ransom in jewelry and wallets and if he happened to meet a loose, rich young heiress he had enough money for a hotel room, to give her an hour of pleasure and then rob her blind. The possibilities were endless. Unfortunately for Remy tonight was going to be one he would remember for a long time to come.
The outside wasn't much to look at, but the inside was a completely different story. There were diamonds upon the diamonds and rubies upon the rubies. Remy had hit the preverbal thieves' jackpot. It was a thing of beauty. Now all Remy had to do was keep from visibly drooling.
Remy's admiring was interrupted by an extremely beautiful woman running into him, literally.
SLAM!
"What de HELL?" asked Remy regaining his balance.
"Oh, I am so sorry, I did not hert you did I? Dere is a man after me and I am very frightened," said a petite snowy haired woman with amethyst eyes and a heavy Slavic accent in all white. Her clothes and make-up were white and both her earrings and necklace were made of diamonds. She even had small crystals glues onto her skin that traced the curve of her eyebrows. Complete with tight corset, look of sheer terror and heaving bosom she was stunning.
The classic D.I.D. (damsel in distress) scenario, any thief's dream, he would have to be a total stone to let this opportunity pass him by.
"Remy, assures you, chère, dere is no problem. I tink you could use a drink, ma treat."
"Vhy how generous of you, Remy." said the woman beginning to calm down.
After three rounds and a dance number that would have put the Rockettes to shame Remy wasn't feeling too hot. So he decided to screw the motorcycle (NOT LITERALLY, honestly people and their imaginations these days, my word! Now where the hell was I.ah, yes) and call a cab to take him home. It was strange; by the end of the night the woman seemed to be missing a crystal from either eyebrow. Remy would have thought about it further, but it felt like his intestinal track was being tied in knots. Remy just gave the cabbie a wad of cash, he was in too much pain to listen to, let alone argue with him.
The sun was beginning creep over the horizon as Remy staggered into the house. Luckily, everyone had gone to bed and the house was quiet. Remy barely made it to the couch before he collapsed in to the serenity of the darkness that surrounded him.
Chapter 2
Remy hopped on his new ride, which he had just stolen this morning and gunned it to the city. He had seen an advertisement for a ritzy new dance club Sub Zero. Remy figured he would be able to steal a king's ransom in jewelry and wallets and if he happened to meet a loose, rich young heiress he had enough money for a hotel room, to give her an hour of pleasure and then rob her blind. The possibilities were endless. Unfortunately for Remy tonight was going to be one he would remember for a long time to come.
The outside wasn't much to look at, but the inside was a completely different story. There were diamonds upon the diamonds and rubies upon the rubies. Remy had hit the preverbal thieves' jackpot. It was a thing of beauty. Now all Remy had to do was keep from visibly drooling.
Remy's admiring was interrupted by an extremely beautiful woman running into him, literally.
SLAM!
"What de HELL?" asked Remy regaining his balance.
"Oh, I am so sorry, I did not hert you did I? Dere is a man after me and I am very frightened," said a petite snowy haired woman with amethyst eyes and a heavy Slavic accent in all white. Her clothes and make-up were white and both her earrings and necklace were made of diamonds. She even had small crystals glues onto her skin that traced the curve of her eyebrows. Complete with tight corset, look of sheer terror and heaving bosom she was stunning.
The classic D.I.D. (damsel in distress) scenario, any thief's dream, he would have to be a total stone to let this opportunity pass him by.
"Remy, assures you, chère, dere is no problem. I tink you could use a drink, ma treat."
"Vhy how generous of you, Remy." said the woman beginning to calm down.
After three rounds and a dance number that would have put the Rockettes to shame Remy wasn't feeling too hot. So he decided to screw the motorcycle (NOT LITERALLY, honestly people and their imaginations these days, my word! Now where the hell was I.ah, yes) and call a cab to take him home. It was strange; by the end of the night the woman seemed to be missing a crystal from either eyebrow. Remy would have thought about it further, but it felt like his intestinal track was being tied in knots. Remy just gave the cabbie a wad of cash, he was in too much pain to listen to, let alone argue with him.
The sun was beginning creep over the horizon as Remy staggered into the house. Luckily, everyone had gone to bed and the house was quiet. Remy barely made it to the couch before he collapsed in to the serenity of the darkness that surrounded him.