Yeah, alright, guess who updated like she said she would? This excerpt is fairly short, just becasue we've decided to edit a few things beforewe add the next part. Enter Mystery Women #2, stage right.
NOTE: We do not own any of Naught Dog's characters, names, places, or anything else I fail to mention. Just the plot and it's many holes.
Chapter 2
She was tired, but she didn't realize how tired until she stepped out of the bar and her legs ceased to function somewhere in the middle of the street. She was sure that it wasn't because she had drunk too much; she only had five or six pints. Ah well, a little nap and she'd be up and running again in no time. The woman yawned and found a semi comfortable position with her arm as a pillow.
Kleiver would wonder where she was if she didn't get back in a couple hours, but he wouldn't worry. After only a couple weeks in Kras she had managed to get herself into a fight, and most fights the woman found out usually ended with a race of some sort. Fine with her, she could race with the best of them. Because she was so confident in her victory, she let him lead by five seconds. When the seemingly new champion came around the finish line and apparently shaving a two seconds off one of their outstanding records, no one doubted her abilities as a racer. They left her alone, though she had acquired a tag name: Spooks. She let it stick, and fluffed up some of the rumours that the people of the city had started to spread since her first race. The Demon Racer some called her because of her impossible speed and apparently unlimited amount of weapons in combat. It gave her the advantage she needed when she was searching for info or short on credits. It also gave Spooks a job at Kleiver's garage.
Spooks became aware of the group before they rounded the corner, but was too lazy to move to avoid them. When they saw her the group of men didn't seem to really see who she was, or were to drunk to care. They thought they were being incredibly sneaky, but it seemed to her that there was a flashing neon sign attached to their heads saying DUNCE, and their movements were far too cautious and made them clumsy.
Spooks was surrounded, and taken for the, oh so original, helpless female. Unfortunately for them, she wasn't helpless and was in a piss poor mood for interrupting her nap.
"Hey there sweetie," The man's voice got on nerves she wasn't even aware she had.
"Fuck off, bitches. Death to any who touch me." Spooks said feircly, wondering what they would do. They were silent for a time, so she opened her eyes slightly to see one of them give an encouraging push to one of the larger guys toward her. Obviously, they weren't used to a woman threatening them. Damn feminists.
The big guy stumbled towards her, and as soon as he was within reach Spooks grabbed his ankle and pulled, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious. Two more charged at once, one in front and one behind, so she was forced to change positions to take them out. Canning the one in front of her with a swift kick, she brought the other down by tripping him the same way she did the first. Their observation skills were horrid.
Spooks got up to find a more secluded place to sleep but there were still three guys left, and one had a knife on them. They all charged at once before she could get very far. She disarmed Mr. I'm-so-cool-I-have-a-knife-I-don't-know-how-to-use, and slit his throat, letting him fall to the ground. Changing her grip, she stabbed another in the upper thigh, which caused a fatal wound, and at the same time kicked the last one hard in the chest with a loud crack. Both went down, and she seemed to be mildly disappointed. She only killed one, and fatally injured one. The rest would live, but would have a headache in the morning.
A man emerged from the shadows, and her shoulders sagged. Let me sleep, dammit! She looked closer however, and judging by his clothing. he was definitely not the fighting type. My god, was that a cape? "Wonderful. Amazing. Simply spectacular – though I would expect nothing less from you, Spooks." No, no, just an overcoat. His voice was soft and his movements smooth, slimy as an eel this one. The voice clearly said that he thought he was a ladies man, and he could get whatever he wished whenever he pleased. She turned her back on him and walked away. She was not in the mood to stay and chitchat with Marcus. "Spooks, I wouldn't depart quite yet." She kept walking. "I have a money proposition for you," The slickness in his voice was gone, strictly business. Money was always her soft spot because she always seemed to be in short of it.
Without turning around she stopped, and waited for more. "There is a group that I have wanted to infiltrate for sometime, they have been a nuisance and have been making any business transactions of mine difficult to complete." Translation: my criminal activities. They had been business acquaintances long enough that she could follow his well thought out bullshit. "Recently they have stolen an important specimen of mine, and I want it back. Your final wage will be detrimental on how many of the Underground you kill along the way." Death and destruction? She whipped around to see him pulling out an envelope out of the inside of his coat pocket, holding it out for her to take. "This is a down payment for your services." She walked the short distance, snatched the envelope and looked inside. Inside there was a small, transparent card, similar to the one she already owned. Spooks pulled the small piece of paper that was with it and looked at it. Five mil. "I daresay that will cover any modifications that you choose to put on your vehicle, along with racing fees." He smirked, knowing he had her.
"So what's this thing I'm retrieving?"
"A small girl. Her features stand out significantly, you will recognize her when you see her. It is imperative that I get her back unharmed." Spooks bit her tongue. She did not have many morals, but human experimentation really toed the line. On a kid no less. She stared at the envelope and then imagined what she could do to pimp out her ride. Most of the vehicles she owned were already modified up to ying-yang, but they lacked a certain 'coolness' and a better sound system. "She will undoubtedly be staying somewhere near the governor under heavy watch. You will have the disposal of any of my resources, such as weapons and your small legion of men when you are ready."
"Free weapons, my army, I get to kill things and I'm getting paid. What's the catch?" With Marcus, there always seemed to be invisible strings attatched.
"No catch. If this goes well, you will be able to live comfortably for the rest of your life." She doubted it, but flew with it and pocketed the card as he held out another small piece of paper. "One more thing. To motivate you this is a list of how much each member is worth to me dead, or in one case alive. If you get information that I can use from any one of them before they're untimely death, they're bounty is doubled." She took it without looking; she would use it as a reference when the job was done.
"You do realize that if I don't get my money, I will take great pleasure in bleeding you."
He nodded. "Of course."
Spooks put her hands on his shoulders as if she was going to thank him in that mushy-girl way that the women here seemed so found of, but instead brought her knee to his stomach, which sent him gasping to the ground. "That's for sending you're goons one me." With that, she walked away, wondering if he would get that one guy some medical attention before he bled to death.
