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DEDICATED TO PARCHEEZE FOR THE IDEA , TO MYSTIC MOON EMPRESS-HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY! AND TO ANGEL BECAUSE SHE BOTHERED ME SO MUCH TO PUT HER IN HERE.
"Where did you learn to shoot like THAT? It was incredible." Joren asked, once they had stopped for lunch at a fast food restaurant. Neal smiled, thinking that Joren was amazed in a good way.
"Thank you, Stonemountain," Joren snorted.
"It wasn't a 'good' incredible. It was more of a 'holy shit! How did they survive before??!!' incredible." Neal looked indignant.
"My marksmanship isn't THAT bad," he denied, leaning up against the car. Joren rolled his eyes. Kel had told Dom to run inside to get them food while she cleaned Joren's wounds. She pulled tightly on the bandage and told him to stop shifting. Joren grumbled for a second, but complied nonetheless.
"Oh please, Meathead, you know you need to work on that desperately," he said. Neal shot Kel a dirty look for telling Joren the family nickname.
"Oh yeah?" Neal said, and walked to corvette and pulled out one of the guns. An empty pop can was on the ground, right next to a motorcycle. Neal took aim. "We'll see about that. Five bucks that I can hit it."
"The motorcycle or the can?" Joren asked, playing dumb. Neal glared, but continued to aim.
"NO!" Dom said, rushing out of the restaurant with his hands full of food. But it was too late. Neal fired, and hit the tire of the motorcycle. It deflated, as did Neal's ego as Joren laughed. Kel stared at Neal in amazement. Dom groaned.
"Damnit, Meathead. What were you thinking?" At that point, the alarm system went off inside the fast food restaurant. A man wearing a black mask ran out with a bag full of money. He jumped on the motorcycle, and started it up. It wouldn't move.
"Fuck!" he yelled. He looked at Kel and the others. Neal dropped the gun promptly.
"It wasn't me," Neal said, holding up his hands in innocence. "It was a drive by. You must not be very popular around here." The masked man tried to move the motorcycle move, but it wouldn't budge.
"FUCK!" he screamed, and lit something. He threw it at the fast food place, and took off on foot. At that moment, the cashier ran out. He caught it, and Kel realized that it was a stick of dynamite.
"OH HELL NO!" the cashier screamed, and threw it back at the guy in the mask. Unfortunately, he didn't have very good aim and it hit the vet.
"RUN!" screamed Dom, and the ran after the guy in the mask. The sound of the car blowing up could be heard momentarily. Kel was helping Joren run, though he didn't need it. Neal was ahead of the group, going after the masked menace. He tackled the person to the ground, and removed the mask.
A young woman with short brown hair and blue eyes stared back at him coldly. Neal sat, shocked by her beauty, until the group caught up.
"Get off of me!" she shouted. To Kel and the others, her voice was sharp and cutting, but to Neal, she had to most memorizing and beautiful voice he had ever heard. He forgot that he had a fiancée back in Tortall. The sound of sirens could be heard faintly. Dom and Kel looked at each other then pulled Neal off her.
"Come on, we have to go," Joren said, moving to stand behind Kel. He lent down to whisper in her ear, ignoring the glare that Dom gave him. "I think that we should bring her with us. I heard a while back that someone was raiding the banks in Tortall a few weeks ago wearing a black mask and a motorcycle. The banks were all blown up shortly afterwards, and the police could never get a good description of her," he said. Kel suppressed a shudder at the feeling of Joren's warm breath on her neck.
"Good idea," she whispered back. Joren felt lightheaded for a moment at their closeness but hid it well. "But what can we use? We have no car, and technically, we're still a couple day's ride from Tortall," she pointed out.
Joren frowned momentarily, but then a wicked gleam came into his eyes as they rested on a parked red van just a few feet away. He walked over to the van, and pulling a knife out of his back pocket, stuck it in the keyhole. He wriggled it around for a couple of seconds, before turning it and the van door opened. His head disappeared for a while as he worked with the wires under the steering wheel. Suddenly the engine roared into life. Kel didn't seem the least bit surprised that he knew how to do it, and walked over to the passenger seat.
"Bring her with you," Kel ordered Neal, who, without a second's hesitation, picked her up. The girl seemed fine to the prospect of leaving, and cooperated. Dom followed up the rear. He ducked his head in order to get in the van, and closed the door. Joren sped off. The girl seemed fascinated at Neal, and scooted closer to him as the day wore on.
Kel's cell phone rang just as they were about to get supper. She frowned at the number. She took a deep breath and answered it.
"Hello, Sir," She said hesitantly.
"Mindelan. Can you tell me why I was just informed that you are wanted by the Scanran Police Department for taking prisoners?" Wyldon's voice was as cold as winter. Kel flinched at the tone.
"I went after them, Sir," she replied respectfully.
"What made it so hard for you to comprehend the word 'no'?" Kel didn't answer, so he continued. "You know what the first rule is, Mindelan. If you disobey orders, you're fired. I want you to remove your belongings from the agency immediately. Goodbye." Kel bit her lip to keep from crying when he hung up. She promptly flipped the phone shut. Joren was looking at her.
"What's wrong?" he asked, almost kindly.
"Nothing. What's your name?" she asked the girl, changing the subject. Right now, though, she just wanted to curl up and die. The girl's blue eyes showed confusion at being addressed before she answered.
"My name is Angel," She answered.
A/N: WHOOO HOO! YEAH! ANOTHER CHAPTER IS COM-PLE-TED! Now…for my thank you's:
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