San Jose, California.
"Now that's not something you see everyday," a dark haired woman in her mid thirties murmured to an equally thirty something woman sitting beside her on a park bench. Near the two women, a group of young children ran around playing together in the surrounding park...the two friend's offspring running and screaming in unison as if they were in fact all siblings. The other woman's head turned to scope for what her friend was talking about. She quickly spotted the subjects of their interest, "Oh my god.....," her mouth went slightly agape, "....you're right." She raised her eyebrows, "My husband would probably give his right arm to be that man."
"Yeah....mine too...." the other woman replied, a little absent mindedly, as she continued to watch the trio of figures walk by.
"Elle....stop strutting so much....we're already attracting enough attention as it is," Bill grumbled under his breath, straightening his tie as if to emphasize the point of decorum. He glared at her through a pair of dark sunglasses. He then flashed a broad smile at two women in the nearby park, who were currently staring at the trio of assassins. He was walking quite confidently in-between Elle and Beatrix. This placement was no accident. Elle hadn't tried to kill Beatrix for at least a few months, but he was still rather wary of the whole thing. He wasn't going to take any chances, especially when it came to Elle. There was no denying the rather strange and somewhat provocative picture the three of them made as they strolled at a rapid pace down the street; all of them roughly the same six foot height, neither of the women short in the slightest. Elle was dressed in knee high black boots, a black skirt, white blouse, waist length black leather coat and matching black eye patch of course. Her long blonde hair was flying about dramatically. She was smoking as usual. Bill, who was currently wearing a black suit and silk tie, hadn't been very pleased to see that Elle had decided to go for that look now that they were forced to walk a little bit before reaching their destination. Then again, she loved attention and most likely did it on purpose in some twisted way. At least he could count on Beatrix to have dressed appropriately. She looked stunning as always, but far less...saucy then Elle. Of course, none of this helped to detract from the number of stares they were receiving on the streets. Actually, Bill knew he looked pretty fucking cool but that didn't outweigh the possibility of being accosted in public, especially when all three of them were currently armed to the teeth.
And just why in the hell was Bill walking down the middle of a public street flanked by two deadly tall blondes? Well, as it turned out an "old friend" of Bill's, a corporate big wig, had pulled a fast one on him. The man had decided to go with another organization without any prior warning, and without giving any real reason. That other organization turned out to be none other than, The Certified Private Assassins...better known as the CPA. Bill had found this out through his many resources and didn't find it all that amusing. Now, that in itself wasn't enough to warrant a......"visit." But this former client had then turned around and hired the CPA to off Bill himself. It was a stupid idea to begin with, and the so called assassin had failed miserably. Beatrix herself had had the honor of witnessing the whole thing, when the next morning after her and Bill had....officially taken a step forward, so to speak, the assassin showed up to collect. That bitch as it turns out, was Beatrix's old CPA ice queen acquaintance, Clarice. It had all been rather amusing, for a short time at least...Clarice showing up, bursting through the patio doors, pistol in hand, to find Beatrix somewhat scantily clad in the living room of her target. The look on her face had been priceless. No doubt Beatrix would have done the honors herself, and quite happily...but Bill had surprised Clarice with a sneak attack from the hallway. Clarice, as it turned out, was pretty useless once disarmed. She didn't stand a chance. Bill had made sure she spilled the whole story about his former client, before dragging her out into the garden to perform the "coup de gras." Sadly, it had sorta ruined the mood of the "morning after" thing. But, as Beatrix and he were both finding out...such things were hardly ever ideal....especially in their lifestyle.
Bill had been furious. He'd never had a client turn on him and hire a rival organization to attempt to kill him. He'd immediately called up Bob and the two of them had a good row over the phone. Bob kept emphatically stating, "It was just business Bill. It's just another job." Bill could understand that angle and after a good hour he and Bob were back on terms of mutual distain for one another. The next move was to get rid of this former client. Bill had taken it personally and he was going to make it personal by doing the honors himself. But, like hell he was going alone. This former client was big time. He was the CEO of a well known computer chip maker and distributor in the ever growing "Silicon Valley". He also had his hands in just about every dirty corner of the "underworld" as one could possibly pull off, thus the need for the services of Bill. Former services that is. The client was not much of a threat when it came to firepower or even brute manpower...but he was extremely paranoid, almost to an unhealthy point. Then again, with all the shit he was in, one couldn't really blame him. Bill knew he needed some help with this. Beatrix had been quick to volunteer, but he still wanted another Viper along. Vernita was away on vacation, taking advantage of her...suspension. Budd and O-Ren were away on another assignment. That left Elle. Elle was a strange bird, no doubt and she'd simply nodded and shrugged when Bill filled her in on the mission. She didn't react one way or another to the added news that Beatrix was coming along. This could either be very good or very bad.
Then there was the issue with getting to this former client. In his hyper paranoid state, he had shut himself off in his tower...so to speak. There was no getting into the parking garage under the tall office building his company occupied. Bill had tried to find parking closer, but soon found out, to his great annoyance, that some stupid teeny bopper concert was in town that night and there was absolutely no parking even remotely close to their target's building. The whole situation was fucking ridiculous in Bill's mind. It was very likely this guy knew that Bill was coming for him. He was a man of information. Although, Bob swore upon his black soul that he wouldn't say a thing to him. Bill didn't trust any of that bullshit and was quite prepared to walk into a situation that may have been preset. This former client would no doubt have a good handful of bodyguards and security precautions set up. And thus, here they were....strolling down the late afternoon streets of San Jose...looking like some twisted version of Charlie's Angels.
"Goddamnit Elle," Bill glared at the willowy blonde once again, "Just....act natural," he paused, realizing the error in that statement. Elle wouldn't know "natural" if it came up and kicked her in the ass. "...well....just....stop the hooker walk."
"I'm not doing a hooker walk honey," she exhaled a large stream of smoke, "This is always how I walk."
Grumbling, Bill turned to glance at Beatrix with a smirk.
"If you put your shoulders back, head up, and stopped swaying your ass so much it wouldn't draw attention," Beatrix suggested with intended sarcasm and mockery in her blonde counter part's direction. Not that Beatrix should be making such critiques on walking as her 'walk' drew attention just as easily. She wasn't trying; she could just effortlessly pull off a 'sexy' walk.
Receiving a muttered 'bitch' from Elle, Beatrix shut up knowing her sarcasm could only be taken so far considering their tight terms.
Ever since Clarice's burst in from earlier that morning the tall blonde found the whole situation utterly amusing. It was even more amusing due to the fact that Beatrix was in such high spirits from the night before. Not just because the sex had been great, hell sex usually couldn't be bad when it came down to Bill but the whole night had been enjoyable. She tried to rub off her 'high' spirits on Bill after the whole incident with Clarice followed by the heated conversation with Bob. She put in a worthy effort but she also couldn't deny Bill the right to be pissed off for logical reasons. She was equally pissed off, but her anger would most likely burst through during the actual physical encounter. That's were the fun was.
The remainder of the walk the trio took through the streets was filled with continued stares and mutters. Beatrix was laughing her ass off when a drunk from the alley approached Bill and asked if he'd 'share'. Of course Bill knew what this meant and delivered the man a glare that would send a mouse fleeing for its life. 'That was pretty fucking funny,' Elle quaintly put in afterwards. Which it was. Well, the amusement of their walk had to come to an end when they crossed the corner onto the street where their former client resided. The outside area was pretty empty but when peering into the large glass panned windows there was a hell of a lot of security. Large men and women in suits with shaded sun glasses, FBI-wannabes. Beatrix casually turned to Bill with a placid façade as they stood off in an alley beside the business complex. "Alright, Bill, what's your brilliant plan of action?"
Bill took a long moment to scan the tall building with a squinted glare upwards. "Fuck...." he murmured, "...he's got suits on every goddamn floor. This isn't going to be pretty......" a twist of the lip, "..more like a bloodbath." Bill turned his attention back to the matter at hand, answering Beatrix's posed question. "Brilliant hardly...but I do have a plan. It would be stupid to start at the bottom and work our way up, when I know for a fact this asshole's office is that one...right there..." he pointed to a slightly differently tinted stripe of windows at the very top of the structure. "As fun as it would be to take on the entire building's security detail, I would prefer to get our job done and then do what we need to do to get out onto the street. Once we're back on the street, we're relatively safe.....it's easy to get lost in the mix." Even when they did stand out like a sore thumb. "Now...to get to the top....." Bill seemed to have already decided this, because it didn't take him long to pose the next idea. "Unless one of us is Peter Parker in disguise...that," he pointed to the side of the building, which was in fact the back. There was a good amount of piping and heating ducts, but most predominantly was a towering line of interlocking and offset ladders. "...is how we're going to do it."
Now Elle looked phased, "The fucking fire escape? Hell no!"
"Hell yes...." Bill replied with flourish, already strolling in the right direction. He gave Beatrix a smile and nodded his head towards the building as if inviting her to some enticing bit of fun. Seeing the two of them already heading that way, Elle threw her hands up. "Fine....augh...I'm coming....."
Once the trio of killers were situated at the bottom of the towering ladder, Bill made the arrangements. "Alright...Kiddo...you go first. I'll be right behind you. Elle you take the rear."
"What.....you don't want to look up my skirt Bill?" Elle smirked.
"No, not today," he replied, "Instead you can get a good look at my ass." Elle didn't reply to that and her expression was difficult to read. And so, they began the steady climb upwards...attempting to follow that clichéd old saying,..."don't look down."
Their targets office was a good ten stories up which left a hell of a lot of climbing. Beatrix wasn't thrilled about climbing up the rusty and rickety ladders but she had faith that she wouldn't fall. But she did speculate when they were approaching the fourth floor; "If I fall," she began in conversational tone. "Bill falls and then we all fall on Elle and squash her." Bill chuckled and Elle sneered. The remainder of the climb was taken in silent concentration.
Within twenty minutes the trio had reached the tenth floor cat-walk and the cat-walk stretched long enough to support them all time to sit and recoup. Beatrix was idly attaching a clip to her fire arm to more or less prepare herself. She intended to keep this day amusingly enjoyable.
Elle looked highly irritated, as she went about straightening her skirt and blouse. That little climb had not been all that enjoyable and she kept casting glares Bill's direction as she went about her business of loading her weapons.
Bill looked a little overexerted, well not as much as he had the night before but that had been because of completely different reasons. "Not my best idea...." he grumbled, leaning against the rail of the catwalk, as he loaded a clip into his pistol. "But...we're only a few floors from where we need to be...and that is ideal."
Elle grumbled, not giving a shit about ideal at the moment. "Well, I'm ready...." she said in a snitty tone, holstering her boot knife, along with two well hidden firearms. She'd wanted to take her AK along this time, but Bill had made her leave it behind under the argument that it was a little...."too much" for this assignment. Good thing too, because she wouldn't have gotten away with that walking down the street.
Bill rebuttoned his jacket, once again hiding his firearms, "You ready Kiddo?" He glanced at Beatrix, who gave him an affirmative. "Alright...." he headed across the catwalk. "We can't open the fire escape door," he motioned to the nearby door, "It will set off one hell of an alarm....not exactly stealthy." He glanced around the nearby area, which was something of a landing. There was a relatively small window a few feet away from the fire exit door. The window looked like a left over from an earlier age, no doubt looked over when the building had been remolded into a more modern style. "Bingo," Bill smirked, heading right for the window. He removed something that looked like a pocket knife from under his jacket and spent a few minutes working on the window. It must be noted that Bill was something of a Renaissance Man when it came to illegal activities and knowledge. He'd done or at least knew how to perform just about anything that was illegal and shady. His abilities ran the full spectrum and even quietly breaking into a window was a necessary thing to know how to do well. After a moment, he popped the frame of the window off, setting it aside and then removed the glass...likewise, setting that softly down. He turned to the two blondes, "This'll do....." The window was a little high and not very wide, but it was manageable.
Elle just continued to glare.
Beatrix came up beside Bill and inspected the open window. Blue eyes glanced to him as if inspecting his body, which she had done before but for different reasons, then her eyes shifted to Elle where she did the same maneuver, and finally came back to herself with quick inspection. "Good thing we're all…skinny," she stated softly to herself.
The window was tight and Beatrix just managed to get through without smashing her head on the side. The two other killers followed with little effort involved in squeezing in. It seemed the window they had climbed through lead into a janitor's closet. Why the hell you'd have a window in a closet was up for question but it made useful for staying 'stealthy'. The closet was large, as it accustomed all three assassins nicely without too much of a close proximity to one another. The walls were scattered with brooms, mops, a water bucket, towels, and other various cleaning products. It was rather damp and musty but no one complained as they weren't going to be there that long. The tall blonde extended an arm and plucked the beaded chain hanging from the ceiling. A single light bulb lit up giving off an iridescent glow.
Beatrix turned to Bill, her demeanor placid. "Should we split up?" A suggestion as well as question.
"Well this is charming," Elle drawled sarcastically, as Beatrix pulled the light on to reveal their less than bright surroundings.
"It's perfect," Bill looked pleased to have ended up in such a sneaky locale. The damp closet looked like it hadn't been properly tended to in sometime. It was doubtful anybody would even be near it. He looked at Beatrix, "Yes...we should split up….at least for now. I've got a score to settle with this bastard and I need you to watching my back while I do so. There's going to be a lot of warm bodies to clear out of the way." He had the utmost confidence that the two women were capable of this task. "Nothing either of you can't handle. These are white collar security assholes...the most training most of them received was at a ten week course at the local community college. They're fodder." He checked the placement of his weapons once more just out of pure habit. "I'm going to attempt to...blend in...as much as possible, until I get to where I need to be. I'm afraid you two won't get far in that mode.....which is fine, because I need both of you to cause one hell of a distraction." He smirked, "I'm certainly not worried about that one." Bill made his way to the door, "Alright...give me two minutes headway...and then...both of you head out and split up. I don't expect anything pretty...." He gave them both one last fleeting look and then slipped out the door, a bright sliver of light temporarily lit up the dim closet as he departed.
Elle leaned up against a nearby metal shelf. Had Bill just realized what he'd done in leaving the two of them alone in a secluded closet for two minutes? She pursed her lips, fixing Beatrix with that one blue eye of hers. "So...Bea....I hope you don't think that just because I'm being civil to you at the moment, that I still don't despise you." It was somewhat random, but then again...this was Elle. "I consider myself far more driven then Vernita. She really botched that whole....kill Bea thing.....but," she tilted her head in distinctive Elle fashion, "...when the time comes...I won't hardly be as unsuccessful." She glanced down at her watch, "Oh! Just look at the time....one minute to go....." she smirked, attempting to egg Beatrix on.
Beatrix held a coy smile plastered across her face as the shadows bounced off her slim body. The shadows reflected on her face made her appearance appear more sadistic but she was really just amused. She knew Elle was only being civil because Bill was nearby and like hell would she make a scene after what happened with Vernita. She let her head shake from one side to the other methodically and her blue eyes shifted to the door. She allowed ten seconds of their one minute together to pass before speaking, "I'll take the north wing and you can handle the south." The tall blonde obviously wasn't going to allow Elle's 'threat' to 'egg' her on in any manner. The only thing egging Beatrix on was the idea that the quicker they disposed of bodies the quicker they could get home.
The minute passed and Beatrix took a step to the exit. She tilted her chin downwards as if to inspect herself. She canted her head in Elle's direction. "No blood stains. I'm proud of you." With that snide and mocking remark delivered Beatrix opened the door and exited the confided janitor's closet.
Elle sneered. "Bitch..." she muttered under breath as she watched Beatrix slip out of the closet. Setting her rather prominent jaw angrily, she pulled out a large Dessert Eagle from underneath her jacket. She cocked back the chamber with a vicious yank and kicked open the door with one of her booted feet. As the door flew open, it smacked right into a suited man who happened to be walking by at that moment. Not even bothering to look if he was security or just a bystander, she put a few rounds of bullets into him. This was all really unnecessary, but obviously Elle was feeling a little unnecessary herself at the moment. And she'd just have to take out her aggressions on these stupid fuckers.
Bill had managed to do a good enough job of "blending in" thus far. He strolled up and down the hallways, giving friendly nods and bullshit words of greeting to those who passed by him. He received a few elongated stares though; his suit was just a little too nice for even this building, his tied back hair just a little too long for the normal "look" around here. But most people assumed he was just from Europe or something and didn't take much notice. He casually made his way up the next few floors this way. He was nearly to the target's office, when he heard a sharp voice behind him.
"Hey you...wait just a second."
Bill slowed down and turned, a hand idly rising up to the collar of his jacket, where inches away he was stowing away a throwing knife.
"Yes?" He replied softly and casually, ready to strike out at any second.
A blonde haired man was bending around the corner. He was wearing a hideous tie and holding an empty coffee mug in his hand. He sure as hell didn't look like security, but as Bill knew full well, appearances could be you give me a hand here. The coffee machine just frizzled out ....and as you well know, if Diane doesn't get her coffee....well," he chuckled, "..we're all in for it."
Bill smiled placidly, "Of course." He walked towards the man, "Yes.....I remember what happened the last time she was deprived of her drug of choice." He whistled, "That wasn't pretty."
The other man laughed inanely, leading Bill around the corner where a small employee kitchen was nestled, "You were there too? Jesus...wasn't that funny as all hell?"
"Very entertaining," a wide smile for added impact. The man, who continued to chuckle to himself, indicated the coffee machine. "Well....there it is. I've tried for a good twenty minutes, but I'm not so good with that sorta stuff. Maybe you'll have more luck."
Bill inspected the busted machine with a raised eyebrow, "I will do my best," He put up a bullshit showing of looking at the back of the machine, inspecting the wiring. He did this for a good couple of minutes as the idiotic blonde man prattled on about ignorant office gossip. His chattering voice was driving Bill up the wall, but Bill's expression remained unchanged. "Hey...wait....what department do you work in anyways?" The man finally brought the conversation beyond himself. "Because, I don't really remember you actually....and I'm damn good at remembering faces."
Bill paused, "I work in collections."
The blonde man looked utterly confused, "Collections? But this is a software company....we outsource all of our collections out to other compa-" That was it; Bill had played this up long enough. He grabbed the halfway empty coffee pot that was sitting behind the broken machine, and swinging it around, he smashed it right into the man's face with an extreme amount of force. Again Bill remained completely placid. The man began screaming as he grasped at his bloody and glass embedded face. Bill didn't want to fire any rounds just yet, so grabbing the man by his neck, he opened one of the kitchen's many drawers and sticking the stupid asshole's head in the drawer he slammed it open and shut repeatedly until the man ceased making any noises at all. Letting the body slump onto the floor, Bill straightened his jacket, checked for blood and not finding any strolled out of the kitchen with a satisfied look on his face, his cover still intact. He had one floor to go, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to just walk onto it like this. While riding the elevator up, he removed his revolver from his jacket, whistling to himself. He watched the doors with that perfected murderous stare as they slowly opened.
Elle meanwhile, was being far messier. In her rage, she began shooting anything that moved. This caused her to shoot a number of secretaries and even a UPS man in the process...but oh well! It wasn't her fucking fault that they were in the way of her bullets. Bill wanted a distraction, and she sure as hell was going to give him one. She fired a few rounds up into the lights, and then turned her attention to a few computers...blowing those apart too. People were fleeing everywhere, screaming and yelling in terror. She loved that sound. Her face was frozen in a wise ass smirk, her eye blazing with sadistic enjoyment. She knew that soon security types would show up and her challenge would become somewhat more difficult...but for now, she was enjoying this easy massacre with relish.
Meanwhile, the other tall blonde was being just as messy but not as extravagantly. Her means of forming a distraction could be just as bloody as what Elle was performing but Beatrix wasn't in the mood. Her bouts of being extremely bloody and sadistic would occur spontaneously and with a more 'imperative' reason.
Anyway, she was putting in her means of distractions in the North wing. She could hear the screams from Elle's side which was as amusing as it was annoying. Beatrix was easily picking off the 'innocent' bystanders like flies to a horse. They were idiots who never saw a gun in their lives, so they had no clue how to properly run from a weapon. Everything was as 'easy as pie' until some asshole went and called security on the tall blonde assassin. To Beatrix's surprise only three security guys came to the helpless call of the dying employees. Three men in typical security guard fashion, sticks, guns, and handcuffs. Beatrix raised a slender brow, assessing her targets, before she went in for the kill.
Elle continued her rampage of terror, enjoying every bloody second of it. Eventually security did get called and she had to actually "try" a little bit to get rid of her targets. Still, if it hadn't been so bloody and violent she might have yawned. She could only hope that Bill would get done soon enough...she was ready to get the hell out of this stuffy office building.
As soon as Bill stepped out of the hallway, he was attacked from nearly all sides. Undaunted, he evaded two attackers, threw one into the other, kicked another while simultaneously whirling around with his revolver finishing off two others with a bullet to the chest. It all happened rather quickly, but one had to live by their instincts...and it was a good thing Bill had killer instincts. In this same group fighting fashion he made his way slowly down the hallway. He managed to get hit in the face a few times and get one rather nasty blow to the shoulder in the process. But, he ended up a hell of a lot better off than those who had attacked him. He took pride in the fact that he could easily off guys half his age. It wasn't just training....it was cunning...and vicious relentless. Finally, removing one last target with a shot to the knee, Bill found himself at the door of his former client and current target. He glanced up just in time to see a security camera pointed right at his face, he brought his gun up and ended that show. But, he knew that he'd been spotted by the man inside and he had to prepare for that. Straightening his tie once again, he opened the door...gun still in hand.
Sitting across from him, behind a desk, was a middle aged man, pudgy, balding, wearing a pair of large glasses. He didn't look like much, but this man was a multi billion dollar CEO....and for a very short period of time a betrayer to Bill. Bill's betrayers tended to not exist all that long, just like this one wouldn't.
The man was pointing a pistol right at Bill. A tall brunette, stood next to his desk, a hand clasped on the man's shoulder in terror. She must be one of those..."personal assistants."
Bill just smirked. He had nothing to say to this man. This asshole had fucked him over and now he had to pay the price. It was really quite simple.
"Good try Bill...." the man said in a slightly nervous voice, "I knew you'd show up......"
"Must be losing my knack of surprise," Bill shrugged, sitting down across from the desk as if he was here for a meeting.
"What the hell are you doing?" The nervous CEO licked his lips.
"Sitting down," Bill retorted dryly.
The CEO only looked irritated, he adjusted his grip on the pistol, "I'm going to kill you."
"No your not."
It was the CEO's turn to smirk, "And how do you know that?"
"Is this desk oak?" Bill quarried eyeing the wooden desk with a scrutinizing eye.
"What?" This threw the other man completely, "Eh.....no.....I don't think so.."
"Good," And with that, Bill fired his pistol right into the desk, not moving the weapon from off of his thigh. The bullet made a straight path through the very non-oak desk and nailed the other man right in the gut. The woman screamed, watching with horror as the man at her side doubled over in agony, his mouth agape...blood already trickling out.
Bill raised an eyebrow at her, "Hrm...what a waste, " He picked the revolver up off his leg and shot her in the head. She slumped backwards onto the carpet, her head a rather grisly sight. Standing up nonchalantly, Bill opened the door and made his way back the hallway. This time his pace was far more hurried. It was essential he find Elle and Beatrix as soon as possible. He took the elevator down to their original floor. It was Beatrix whom he spotted first.
"Bill," the tall blonde breathed as she spotted him coming down the hall. She gave a fleeting glance to the security guard splayed out on the floor cradling a broken arm. A lopsided smirk crossed her deadly innocent features, her head cocked to the side, and she effortlessly put a bullet between his eyes. All targets taken care of, she moved forward and met Bill half way. Her lips pursed upon noticing the various battle wounds he acquired. She had only taken a hit to the gut and a sore wrist during her attempt at causing a distraction. The only thing prominent was the pale blue blouse she wore was now a vibrant shade of red. A few sprays of blood mingled with blonde locks.
Her hand came up in an attempt to gingerly cup his cheek but she hovered inches from touching raw skin. "Poor baby," she cooed and let her hand fall. Her 'caring' and 'maternal' instincts dropped just as quickly as they appeared. "Can we leave now?"
Bill smirked at Beatrix's spark of concern. He played if off cool, waving his hand dismissively, "Eh….it's nothing..." Actually, it hurt like a bitch! But, he wasn't going to admit that now. Later on perhaps.....when they weren't on assignment, well then….she could be as caring as she wanted to be.....
He strolled down the hallway, Beatrix turning to follow, "We can leave as soon as we find that cycloptic Amazon woman...." There were bodies everywhere, blood splattered the walls. There were desks over turned and paper everywhere. It wasn't exactly a pleasant sight, but neither of the killers seemed to take much notice. He glanced at Beatrix as they searched the now rather empty halls for Elle, "That was a worthy distraction. That asshole almost wasn't worth the hassle." Then again, he'd fucked Bill over.....and thus, it had been worth it. They both paused, when there was the distinctive sound of gunfire around the corner. Elle's voice could be heard over the gunfire, "Good try you stupid fucks!" A laugh, and more gunfire.
"Enough Elle," Bill said as he and Beatrix rounded the corner to find Elle amidst a pile of bodies, two Dessert Eagles in her hands.
Bill raised his eyebrow. Elle gave him a look, and shrugged, "I'm trying more for the John Woo style...."
"I can see that..." he replied with a sneer. "Come on...let's get out of here. The local cops and most likely the FBI will be here any minute." It didn't take the trio long to retrace their steps. Bill thought it best they leave the way they came in, since that had worked well enough the first time. Back into the closet, through the window, which Bill preformed with a couple of winces this time. Then, out onto the catwalk and carefully back down the fire escape.
Thankfully Elle remained rather quiet the entire time. Her clothing was spattered in blood, and a large amount of it had caked in her hair. It was difficult to tell if she was happy about this or not. Like Beatrix she'd received a small amount of bumps and bruises.
Once the three of them were back down in the alley, Bill took a moment to think. He leaned against the wall, a hand pressing tenderly on his raw face, "We can't get back to the car like this...." Both Elle and Beatrix looked more than bloody enough to gain a fair amount of unwanted attention. He could probably get away with it....but that was even debatable now.
"Any ideas ladies?" Bill asked.
"We could put garbage bags over our heads?" Beatrix glanced to Elle. "It would take away from a large amount of….unappealing qualities."
Before the blood splattered willowy blonde could get a word in on that Beatrix stepped away from the wall and turned to Bill. Slender brows furrowed in further pondering. Her mind was drawing a blank. Usually after an assignment and everyone needed a good shower they were either close to the car or there were a large amount of back alley escape routes. None of these were an option. She shrugged casually. "We could wait till it gets dark. Which should be in…" Blue eyes side glanced to the entrance to the alley way. A large amount of sun was spilling in through the narrow buildings. "Three hours."
Bill smirked at Beatrix's "garbage bag" comment. That brought back memories. Elle just ignored Beatrix's snazzy little insult and crossed her arms over her bloody shirt. The tall blonde then spun around to stare at Beatrix, "Three hours? I don't want to hang out in some shitty alleyway for three hours!"
Bill shrugged, sitting down a set of concrete stairs. "Beatrix is right......we should just wait until its dark enough that we can get away with hiding a little blood. If the authorizes show up back here, well….then we split." He didn't seem all to phased to have to wait either, but it had to be done.
Elle glowered, and sat daintily down on a metal railing, her long legs crossing. "Goddamn....this is gunna suck...."
"It's not all that bad Elle," Bill scolded her, stretching out on the stairs, "It could be a lot worse......I could tell you some stories about just how worse things can be, I-"
"Just...save us...Bill," Elle held up a slim hand, pulling out her cigarettes in the process.
Bill shrugged again, "Hrm...suit yourself." He seemed fairly mellow. He'd only murdered a couple dozen people in the last twenty four hours after all.
Elle smoked. Bill smiled fondly at Beatrix. It started to get...slightly darker.
Beatrix had situated herself on the ground beneath the concrete stairs Bill was stretched out on. Her blonde head nonchalantly leaned back using his leg as a cushion. She didn't give a fuck that Elle was there. She had a minor head ache and Bill's leg was much better than stone hard concrete. The remainder of the two hours was spent in a good portion of silence. At one point Beatrix asked Bill to recollect what had transpired with the client. She enjoyed receiving the bloody details from him as much as he enjoyed receiving them from her after various assignments.
Elle didn't have much to say as she appeared too wrapped up in her cigarette, which was all well and good considering the company.
Finally the sun was peaking just below the horizon and a cool nights breeze was beginning to sweep through the alley way. Beatrix had nearly fallen asleep at one point but now she was 'resting' her eyes and thinking silently to herself of things she probably should just forget. Bill likewise had been nodding off a bit. The stairs were becoming mightily uncomfortable; Beatrix's head leaning against his leg was the only bright spot in the whole thing. He pushed himself up on his elbows, blinking away the grogginess that had settled in. His face wasn't feeling any better either, but it had at least partially numbed to a dull throbbing. Elle had pretty much been spacing out, watching the cars zoom by from the small opening between the two buildings. She was very good at just sorta, "checking out" and who knew what kind of shit was going through her mind.
Bill glanced at the darkening sky, "I'd call this good....." He stood up, helping Beatrix do the same...just out of courtesy.
Elle jumped off the railing, grimacing. "Shit...my ass is numb." Ignoring Elle, Bill straightened his attire, "Alright....no hooker walk Elle...button up your jacket." He glanced at Beatrix, and quickly removed his blazer, covering her bloodstained shirt with it. "Not exactly your style or fit Kiddo...but it will do." With that the three of them began making the trek back to their car...which was a good ten blocks or so.
Their 'frolic' through the park wasn't as amusing as earlier but at least the trio was able to get through without any further speculation from strangers. The car ride proceeded with little to no chatter. When the later hours of the car trip rolled around Beatrix volunteered to drive the remainder of the way. Bill looked uncomfortable and he wouldn't admit it was his facial wounds that were causing the trouble. So instead of him admitting it, she ruthlessly made him pull the car over and switch seats with her. Elle didn't say anything which was for the best considering neither Bill nor Bea wanted to be a passenger when Elle drove.
Beatrix was 'kind' and dropped Elle off at her apartment seeing Bill picked her up to begin with. Simple good-byes were exchanged and Beatrix drove off back to Bill's.