Chapter 8
~~*Sharp Minds, Short Tempers*~~
"Hello? Is anyone here?" Two called out, his voice echoing slightly in the silence. There was no answer. Two made his way forward through the shop to where the sunglasses were and opened his mouth in horror. His switchblade was nowhere to be seen. Even in the darkness there was certainly no small glint of silver shining or flickering anywhere. His stomach jumped into his mouth as he began frantically searching for the offending item. A couple of upturned shelves and a few ruined displays later Two still hadn't found his blade.
As he scanned the shop he could plainly see that he had searched everywhere and was about to resign to the fact that he'd lost his blade and was a failure of the title of "assassin" when his eyes fell on a small silver object in the far corner of the room. He made his way quickly towards it, treading carefully over the mess littering the floor. As soon as he reached it he clearly saw that it was not what he was looking for. It did, however, spark a ray of hope for him. He put his hand out towards the silver door handle when suddenly he stopped, listening hard.
"Yes. White suits and sunglasses, and dreadlocks. Yes officer, I did say dreadlocks. And you're sure there is no one of that description on your force? Right. Mmmm. Well, could you come down here and take a look, one of them has left a knife of some sort behind. Thank you officer and, oh my!"
Two snatched the blade from her hand and slammed the receiver back on the hook.
"Not an advisable thing to do, love. Not advisable at all."
"Wh-What do you want with me?" the woman stammered.
"You?" exclaimed Two "My dear, who ever said we wanted you? However you have put me in rather a difficult position." He turned round and slammed the door shut behind him "I like to work in private" he explained.
"You can't do anything to me" she said with new confidence "The cops are going to be here soon. They'll sort you out and then you'll get what's coming to you!"
"Love, what's coming to us is a meal of bouillabaisse soup and oysters with our boss. You don't seriously think that a bunch of cops could take on One and me?"
The woman nodded in response.
"I've got America's finest on their way and if they can't take you, then no-one can."
Two shook his head and sighed. "Then no-one can take us, my dear."
"Hurry up Two!" he thought to himself "Just kill her and have done with it. Then you can finish what you came here for!"
Two grabbed the woman's hair and pulled her head back in a tight grip. She screamed and struggled but he had her held fast by the roots of her hair.
"Don-Don't do this!" she whimpered "Please. I'm begging you. Don't do this. I'm worth nothing to you. Nothing at all"
"Of course you're worth nothing to me" he replied "Why would I do this if you did?"
She continued to struggle against Two's iron grip, arms and hands flailing through the air trying to make contact. Eventually her persistence paid off but not in the way she'd hoped. She landed a heavy slap on his left cheek which sent his attention elsewhere for a few seconds but it was soon returned to the job in hand when he noticed her knee making repeated attempts to hit him in the groin. He stepped forward and caught her knee between his thighs. She stumbled and fell over backwards and Two snapped open his blade.
Suddenly the sound of running footsteps echoed through the shop and the door was flung open to reveal a rather pink, sweaty and a very out of breath One.
"Great. What did you do this time?" he snapped.
"Nothing?" replied Two "Why?"
"Because I've just had to take on seven cops by myself and with only a switchblade as a weapon. So I come up here to get you and I find you making out in the cleaners cupboard."
Two gazed around the vicinity to find out that it was indeed covered with shelves upon shelves of cleaning fluid and tools.
"We weren't 'making out' as you call it."
"Have it you're own way. Now let's get going, we can't linger here. We'll have to use the back stairs"
"Why?" asked Two
"Because one of the cops I thought was dead, set fire to the decorative plants with his lighter and it's spreading pretty quickly!"
"Ah. Well what about her?"
"Leave her"
"No no, What did you do with Estelle?"
"She made a run for it while I was busy with those cops didn't she." snarled One.
Two just sighed.
'What were you saying?'
'I am saying, dear brother that we cannot linger here.' replied One.
Two let his hand fall from behind the woman's head. Her pale green eyes were widened in terror and her face pale as the whitest chalk.
'Such a pity' purred Two as he ran an elegant finger down the woman's cheek 'I would have liked to make my mark on this one'
He snapped the blade shut, withdrew it from her neck and slipped it back inside his pocket.
'Hurry up!' hissed One. 'I have told you we cannot ling-'
'Alright, alright. I'm coming.'
Two stood up to his full height and gazed down upon the woman, cowering on the floor below.
'See you around then' he sniggered down at her as she drew back beneath his hidden stare.
'Come on!' One grabbed his twin's arm and pulled him away from the scene. They exited the building in sync, leaving behind only flames, rubble and death.
~~*Sharp Minds, Short Tempers*~~
"Hello? Is anyone here?" Two called out, his voice echoing slightly in the silence. There was no answer. Two made his way forward through the shop to where the sunglasses were and opened his mouth in horror. His switchblade was nowhere to be seen. Even in the darkness there was certainly no small glint of silver shining or flickering anywhere. His stomach jumped into his mouth as he began frantically searching for the offending item. A couple of upturned shelves and a few ruined displays later Two still hadn't found his blade.
As he scanned the shop he could plainly see that he had searched everywhere and was about to resign to the fact that he'd lost his blade and was a failure of the title of "assassin" when his eyes fell on a small silver object in the far corner of the room. He made his way quickly towards it, treading carefully over the mess littering the floor. As soon as he reached it he clearly saw that it was not what he was looking for. It did, however, spark a ray of hope for him. He put his hand out towards the silver door handle when suddenly he stopped, listening hard.
"Yes. White suits and sunglasses, and dreadlocks. Yes officer, I did say dreadlocks. And you're sure there is no one of that description on your force? Right. Mmmm. Well, could you come down here and take a look, one of them has left a knife of some sort behind. Thank you officer and, oh my!"
Two snatched the blade from her hand and slammed the receiver back on the hook.
"Not an advisable thing to do, love. Not advisable at all."
"Wh-What do you want with me?" the woman stammered.
"You?" exclaimed Two "My dear, who ever said we wanted you? However you have put me in rather a difficult position." He turned round and slammed the door shut behind him "I like to work in private" he explained.
"You can't do anything to me" she said with new confidence "The cops are going to be here soon. They'll sort you out and then you'll get what's coming to you!"
"Love, what's coming to us is a meal of bouillabaisse soup and oysters with our boss. You don't seriously think that a bunch of cops could take on One and me?"
The woman nodded in response.
"I've got America's finest on their way and if they can't take you, then no-one can."
Two shook his head and sighed. "Then no-one can take us, my dear."
"Hurry up Two!" he thought to himself "Just kill her and have done with it. Then you can finish what you came here for!"
Two grabbed the woman's hair and pulled her head back in a tight grip. She screamed and struggled but he had her held fast by the roots of her hair.
"Don-Don't do this!" she whimpered "Please. I'm begging you. Don't do this. I'm worth nothing to you. Nothing at all"
"Of course you're worth nothing to me" he replied "Why would I do this if you did?"
She continued to struggle against Two's iron grip, arms and hands flailing through the air trying to make contact. Eventually her persistence paid off but not in the way she'd hoped. She landed a heavy slap on his left cheek which sent his attention elsewhere for a few seconds but it was soon returned to the job in hand when he noticed her knee making repeated attempts to hit him in the groin. He stepped forward and caught her knee between his thighs. She stumbled and fell over backwards and Two snapped open his blade.
Suddenly the sound of running footsteps echoed through the shop and the door was flung open to reveal a rather pink, sweaty and a very out of breath One.
"Great. What did you do this time?" he snapped.
"Nothing?" replied Two "Why?"
"Because I've just had to take on seven cops by myself and with only a switchblade as a weapon. So I come up here to get you and I find you making out in the cleaners cupboard."
Two gazed around the vicinity to find out that it was indeed covered with shelves upon shelves of cleaning fluid and tools.
"We weren't 'making out' as you call it."
"Have it you're own way. Now let's get going, we can't linger here. We'll have to use the back stairs"
"Why?" asked Two
"Because one of the cops I thought was dead, set fire to the decorative plants with his lighter and it's spreading pretty quickly!"
"Ah. Well what about her?"
"Leave her"
"No no, What did you do with Estelle?"
"She made a run for it while I was busy with those cops didn't she." snarled One.
Two just sighed.
'What were you saying?'
'I am saying, dear brother that we cannot linger here.' replied One.
Two let his hand fall from behind the woman's head. Her pale green eyes were widened in terror and her face pale as the whitest chalk.
'Such a pity' purred Two as he ran an elegant finger down the woman's cheek 'I would have liked to make my mark on this one'
He snapped the blade shut, withdrew it from her neck and slipped it back inside his pocket.
'Hurry up!' hissed One. 'I have told you we cannot ling-'
'Alright, alright. I'm coming.'
Two stood up to his full height and gazed down upon the woman, cowering on the floor below.
'See you around then' he sniggered down at her as she drew back beneath his hidden stare.
'Come on!' One grabbed his twin's arm and pulled him away from the scene. They exited the building in sync, leaving behind only flames, rubble and death.