Grenades
Oh how he despised Grenades
The dim-witted customer seemed to do nothing but sell him grenades.
"I 'ave no use for these" he growled thrusting the fistful of frag grenades back at the 'secret agent' who seemed to think wearing a highly noticeable black outfit within a rural village would disguise him. A single grenade escaped from the clump , accidentally hitting the girl with the large chest on the forehead rather forcibly .
"Ouch , that hurt" whined Ashley rubbing the spot where the explosive had hit her.
"Sorry kid" mumbled the only Brit/Aussie to ever grace the fine land of Theauthordoesn'tknowwherebutit'sgottabeinspainsomewhere . He absent mindedly searched for some kind of candy to give to the girl , she looked like she was about to burst into tears.
"Here ya go miss " spoke the Merchant in his most charming voice, he handed her a toxic green lollipop before patting her on the head. Disgruntled, Ashley looked at the sugary snack and then the Merchant her glare going from light to full on 'melt through a steel wall' when it hit the seller of weapons .
"I am twenty you know" .
"Really" ? Questioned the Merchant , he'd swear she was sixteen…..although her rather sizable …ahem bosom proved otherwise. No sixteen year old could have rack like that ……
Shaking his head clear of the risqué thoughts he decided to try it once more . "Look mate , I'm not walking around like some living bomb , end of story".
"I need the money though" wailed Leon , tears forming in the corner of his eyes threatening to ruin his mascara.
"Why do you need this money Leon" ? Asked Ashley . Usually she would just leave Leon to his little 'Bargain for the weapons of death' game . But all this waiting was really starting to get on her nerves.
"To buy the infinite launcher of course" he replied his eyes closed and a bright smile on his face , that rocket launcher would look perfect with hi-
WHAM
"Now, far be it for me to challenge your wise , wise judgment miss" wheezed the merchant having lost a large amount of oxygen simply from the force of the blow "but why did you knock my best customer out" ?
"Because he was being stupid"
This was the only answer the arms dealer got , he accepted it with far more ease then any rational human should have. But then again what rational human would have a 'wormy thing' (in the words of his most faithful yet stupid customer) implanted inside of him ?
His nimble hands sifted through the dark recesses of his trench coat , after all if the girl could knock out a heavily trained secret agent in a single blow well….perhaps she deserved a discount……..
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A healthy does of Leon bashing and Merchant fear , just what the doctor ordered :D
