Chapter Three
Here Kitty Kitty
"I raced an avalanche in the Swiss Alps on my snowboard, jumped an exploding warehouse on a crotch rocket, and you think I need someone to hold my hand so I can do this mission? I don't get it," Xander explained as he paced the floor inside NSA headquarters in Virginia.
"I didn't expect you to understand. But I do expect you to follow orders," Gibbons reiterated in his usual calm manner. "You know something Triple X," he continued, "I really don't care if you refer to me as Scar face, pretty boy, or even Ass Wipe, as long as you are following my explicit instructions."
"I've never called you ass wipe," Xander pointed out.
"Hmm. but you are notorious for changing the rules, are you not?"
"I did what I had to do. I didn't hear anyone complaining except Twiddle Dee over there," Xander pointed to Gibbons' assistant.
"Ever heard the saying 'Do unto others' Mr. Cage?"
"Yeah, like in kindergarten."
"Good. Then you won't mind if we do the same to unto you," Gibbons replied looking satisfied.
"What are you talking about?" asked Xander, appearing agitated.
"Bring her in." Gibbons motioned with his right hand to a dark suited gentleman positioned by the room's steel door.
All eyes turned to watch as a rather tough looking blonde strode into the room, tossing her long hair over one shoulder, covered in a tiger-like patterned tattoo down to her fingers. Her large brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she sauntered over to an empty chair. It was almost as if one expected to hear an AC/DC guitar riff from Thunderstruck as she made her presence known in the room.
With a swift kick of her black platform boot, she turned the chair around so she could straddle it. With arms folded on the back of the chair, she sat facing the men in the room.
Casually, she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a Marlborough cigarette. Flashing an engraved silver Zippo, she lit up and deeply inhaled the smoke.
"Smoking is not permitted on these premises," Gibbons' assistant pointed out in a negative tone.
"Piss off." She exhaled the smoke purposely in his direction.
After bravely walking towards where she was sitting, he repeated himself once again, only this time in an authoritative tone. "You can't smoke in here."
As if it were a natural reflex, she karate chopped directly into his crotch, causing him to double over and drop to the floor in pain.
"That's sign language for too fucking bad."
"Cat," interrupted Gibbons, "put it out."
Reluctantly she dropped the cigarette on the floor and put it out with her boot.
"Triple X, I want you to meet your new partner, Hell Cat," Gibbons announced to his puzzled agent. "Cat, I want you to meet the man you will be working with on this mission. Secret Agent Xander Cage, also known as Triple X."
Here Kitty Kitty
"I raced an avalanche in the Swiss Alps on my snowboard, jumped an exploding warehouse on a crotch rocket, and you think I need someone to hold my hand so I can do this mission? I don't get it," Xander explained as he paced the floor inside NSA headquarters in Virginia.
"I didn't expect you to understand. But I do expect you to follow orders," Gibbons reiterated in his usual calm manner. "You know something Triple X," he continued, "I really don't care if you refer to me as Scar face, pretty boy, or even Ass Wipe, as long as you are following my explicit instructions."
"I've never called you ass wipe," Xander pointed out.
"Hmm. but you are notorious for changing the rules, are you not?"
"I did what I had to do. I didn't hear anyone complaining except Twiddle Dee over there," Xander pointed to Gibbons' assistant.
"Ever heard the saying 'Do unto others' Mr. Cage?"
"Yeah, like in kindergarten."
"Good. Then you won't mind if we do the same to unto you," Gibbons replied looking satisfied.
"What are you talking about?" asked Xander, appearing agitated.
"Bring her in." Gibbons motioned with his right hand to a dark suited gentleman positioned by the room's steel door.
All eyes turned to watch as a rather tough looking blonde strode into the room, tossing her long hair over one shoulder, covered in a tiger-like patterned tattoo down to her fingers. Her large brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she sauntered over to an empty chair. It was almost as if one expected to hear an AC/DC guitar riff from Thunderstruck as she made her presence known in the room.
With a swift kick of her black platform boot, she turned the chair around so she could straddle it. With arms folded on the back of the chair, she sat facing the men in the room.
Casually, she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a Marlborough cigarette. Flashing an engraved silver Zippo, she lit up and deeply inhaled the smoke.
"Smoking is not permitted on these premises," Gibbons' assistant pointed out in a negative tone.
"Piss off." She exhaled the smoke purposely in his direction.
After bravely walking towards where she was sitting, he repeated himself once again, only this time in an authoritative tone. "You can't smoke in here."
As if it were a natural reflex, she karate chopped directly into his crotch, causing him to double over and drop to the floor in pain.
"That's sign language for too fucking bad."
"Cat," interrupted Gibbons, "put it out."
Reluctantly she dropped the cigarette on the floor and put it out with her boot.
"Triple X, I want you to meet your new partner, Hell Cat," Gibbons announced to his puzzled agent. "Cat, I want you to meet the man you will be working with on this mission. Secret Agent Xander Cage, also known as Triple X."
