(Present)
Connie and Lula were gathered in the office, like usual on a Monday. Ranger was also in the office, and Lula was trying to sweet talk him into taking her homicidal skip. Ranger had a stack of his own, and didn't really want the low dollar skip Lula had. But he didn't want Lula killed either. That would mean he'd either have to train another agent or take the cases himself.
He took the file. It was one of Stephanie's regulars, he though. Used to be he corrected himself. "I don't need you killed." He said, took the skip and made a move to the door.
From down the street, sounds of loud music came through the door. This was usual for this area, for kids to drive down the street playing their rap at the top of the volume. But as the sounds got closer, it wasn't rap. The sound of a steel guitar and a the twang of a female western singer got closer and closer.
There was the squealing of tires, then the music got turned off. For a few brief seconds, the sound of a 8-cylinder engine chugging could be heard before the driver cut the engine. Connie got out of her chair and opened the door a crack to see the new business.
She closed the door and turned to Ranger and Lula with a smile. "She's back"
I know you probably want to shoot me because the chapter's too short and you don't know what's going on. I promise all the other's will be much longer and more informative. I didn't want to add anything else to this one or I'd risk losing the edge I might have with it.
But, I uploaded two other chapters, so the story's not done! I hope I did good, since this is my first fic.