Once upon a time in Mexico

A new beginning

Chapter two: insults between old partners

Sands had heard that voice before he just couldn't place where he'd heard it. But the fact she referred to him as agent gave him a clue as to whom he was dealing with. He drawled "Nah I don't think I will, who the fuck are you sugar butt?"

She snapped "take a fucking look for your self you fuckwit." Sands snarled; his voice drenched in sarcasm "well fucking excuse me sugar butt, but last time I checked I couldn't fucking do that. I have no fucking eyes you fuckmook."

There was a deafening silence that followed that sarcastic remark. "What the fuck do you mean you have no eyes?" Sands flipped her off and replied scathingly "well guess what sugar if you can't figure that out for your self I'm not gonna fucking tell you."

She silently fumed as she took in the blood on his face; it seemed to be coming from under the sunglasses he was wearing. 'Hold on a minute, he said he had no eyes' she thought to her self. Then it suddenly dawned on her what he was talking about. She cursed foully.

"Fucking Barillo he took your fucking eyes didn't he?" She continued to pace silently cursing the sick bastards that would do something so fucking sick as to take someone's eyes. Sure she was by no mean the sanest of people but even she hadn't tempted that, far to messy and fussy in her opinion, and she was rather fond of mentally and physically torturing some poor fucking sucker to get what she wanted.

Sands mock cheered "well aren't you a fucking genius?" He asked "so who are you? And who the fuck do you work for? And what the fuck do you want with me? If you don't fucking up and say in next couple of seconds you will be shitting bullets savvy."

He didn't once lower his gun as he waited for her to reveal want he wanted to know. Little did he know that he was currently dealing with the feminine version of him self, this would be interesting.

She spat "I'm agent James of the CIA the same fucking agency based in New York like your self. They should consider fucking calling them selves the Central incompetent assholes. My beat has been in Spain for the last three years.

They sent me to back you up; claiming someone who held a lack of respect for the rules would fit you like a glove. And who knew you as well as you knew your self." She hissed as she continued "those wankers had contacted me two days ago and send me down to Mexico of all places and of all days, the day of the fucking dead no less.

Those fuckwits contacted me far too late; otherwise I would have been here sooner and you'd still have your eyes. Lets get this fucking straight shall we, I don't like you at all Sands, but never the less I would have never wished you to have had your eyes ripped out."

Sands smirked as he asked "They drilled my eyes out not ripped them out. And you say your agent James as in the supposed fem version of my self? You transferred over from the LA branch to the New York branch five years ago. Three years ago they sent you to Spain and me to Mexico. They were sick of our discard for the rules and our psychotic ways.

They paired us up as partners for the first two years. We were sent to different countries because we were far to a like, we didn't get along and the agency thought that was a dangerous combo. Tell me did I miss anything agent Dominique Electra James?"

Dom scowled at the uses of her full given name, wondering how the fuck he found that out. Not once during the two years they had worked together as partners had she ever revealed her true name. He would call her the bitch, his psychotic female clone or James. She would call him fuckmook, Shelly or Sands.

She knew his full name after she had paid a fellow agent to get her access to her new partners file. She had an idea that Sands had done something similar. "Tell me Shelly whom did you; pay off to get your filthy paws on my file?" she smirked at the very black look he shot at her for the nickname.

"Lewinski, Guy Lewinski. I paid him hundred and fifty to get me your file, or at least a copy of it. You were a very bad girl weren't you James? I found my self getting a boner from just reading about the crap that got you transferred down from LA to New York. It was like reading my own file."

They both turned when they heard Chiclet clearing his throat. Dom noticed he was blushing brightly. They had been so caught up in tossing insults between them selves that they forgot they had an audience of one.

Dom turned back to Sands and noticed with growing irritation that Sands was bleeding all over the fucking side walk and fast. She sighed and snapped "all right Sands move your ass; I'll flag down a taxi. I'll take you to the hotel room the central incompetent assholes set up for me.

We need to remove those bullets from your leg and upper arm. Plus those eye sockets are going to need to be cleaned out, before they become affected with fuck knows what." Chiclet asked in his native language "shouldn't he be taken to the hospital senora?" Dom shook her head "no kid, that's not a good idea, not a good idea at all. Too many questions are liable to be asked.

Plus last time I checked and from what I remember Sands detest hospitals and Doctors. I if recent events are anything to go by then rightly so, he has every right to hate those jumped up know it all bastards. Luckily for him I happen to have a medical degree."

She turned to the kid and added "ok then I suggest you get home now, I'm sure your family are worried about where you are." Chiclet shook his head sadly and told her "I don't have any where to go. I live on the streets and sell chewing gum for money in order to survive and buy food. The cartels killed my family. I have no one senora."

Both Sands and Dom felt their blood boil in furry, the cartels and Barillo knew no limits to their heartless destruction. Dom nodded and sighed "ok come with me, I'm sure you can manage to keep Sands here occupied when we get to the hotel room so I can get the shit together I'll need to sewn his ass back together."

She took a pen out of her trouser pocket and took Chiclet's hand and wrote down the name of the hotel she was staying at and the room number of her hotel. She explained that she and Sands would meet him at the hotel. With that Chiclet got onto his bike and went on his way as Dom flagged down a taxi.