Another chapter with nothing I own, except Janet, and Michael.

(People please leave a little contribution in the little box. And maybe just maybe I'll put two chapters out at a time, and maybe I won't kill the main character this time. Maybe)

"Just tell me where you hid the paintings." John paced the floor slowly tossing his sword from one hand to the other. I was currently straddling a middle aged man that kept jerking and sweating; it was disgusting.

Slapping his face I get his attention. "Tell the man where you put the fucking paintings before I have to kill you."

Grinning a little nervously the man shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Rolling my eyes I grab a pair of handcuffs out of my jacket pocket. "Ass." With a click his hands where fastened before he even realized what I was doing.

Walking around the two of us, John stopped by the man's head and crouched down. "Oh well." Looking up at me John handed over the sword.

Taking it with one hand I pulled the sheath off with the other. Setting the sheath down beside my foot I held the hilt of the sword with both hands, pointing it at the base of the man's neck.

Poking the skin I slid the point of the blade down his chest making a fine red line. Glancing at the man's face I saw that he was biting his lip in pain. Setting the sword down by the sheath I pulled up my sleeves one at a time. John arched an eyebrow crossing his arms curiously.

With my nails, I dug into the cut and pulled at the skin tugging the first layer of fat off and leaving the second layer open to the air...

"Oooookay! There in a truck by the hardware store on Headway Street! The keys are in my right pocket!"

With one hand I reached into his pocket and pulled out a key ring. Tossing it to John I smiled, "Thank you for sharing." Getting up I picked up the sword and put it back in the sheath

BANG

Jumping back I look from John to the man on the ground. John was returning his gun to its holster as the man just bleed there, twitching slightly.

Looking away I head to the car. "You didn't have to do that." I yelled annoyed.

"Yeah but it was fun." John called back laughing.

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"Jack. Jack love it's me. And I've got a present for you." Releasing the button John shifted the canvas bag under his other arm before turning to give me the one over.

"Do you have everything in place?"

Setting down two bags I pull out a gun and nod. "Everything else is uncomfortable hidden." Growling I stuff the gun back in my pants. "You better give me a large pay check or I'm kicking you ass for all this." Picking up the bags I stare at the door angry

The door opened and the man from the other night with the blue coat was standing there looking at John annoyed. "What is it?" He asked filling up the doorway.

Taking a step forwards John held out the bag. "I found those missing paintings you were looking for; apparently a space trader had them."

Turning his gaze slowly from John to me, Jack took the bag suspiciously. "And you knew we where looking for them how?"

"You here things when you know the right people." Putting a hand on my shoulder, John gives me a little push forward. "Jack, meet my new partner Janet." Sighing I hold the bags up and push my way through the door.

Once inside I drop them to the ground and turn to the two boys. "How do you do?"

Jack gave an uncertain smile. "Charmed." Walking over to me Jack looks me up and down before turning his attention back to John.

"I see mid-life crisis hasn't hit you yet."

"Your just jealous, old man."

"Will you two queens stop your making my sick?" Pulling out a cigarette I lean against the desk. Sticking it in my mouth I find my lighter.

Walking over Jack takes the cigarette from my mouth and points a finger up at the ceiling. "No smoking please." Looking up I see sprinklers and shrug. Pulling out another cigarette I go to light it only John stops me this time.

"Janet. The paintings." Sighing I put my lighter away.

"Fine."

Picking up a bag John flip open the cover and takes out an oil painting to show to Jack.

"So you did get the paintings…Thanks John. I hope you weren't expecting anything out of it."

"Of course not, just trying to help those in need."

Taking all three bags Jack gives John a stern look before nodding.

"Come on, let's go." Heading out the door John smiles leaving me confused as hell.

Getting up I make my way to the door. "Don't trust him," Jack states simply before going to the back of the shop.

Closing the door I punch it with my fist. "I thought you said we were going to get paid for this!" I yell.

Pulling out a wade of cash John tosses at me smirking. "I said you would be paid, and I never said by whom."

Catching it I count the bills. All teners, a great deal of teners. Stuffing the money in my front pocket I still glare at him. "So what exactly did I help you do?"

Kicking a pebble aside John looks the building over smiling. "We left Jack a little present to remember us by. They're not the real paintings, the real paintings are somewhere in another galaxy by now. And if Jack's smart he'll call on us again to solve some of his dirty work."

"How do you know for sure that he'll hire us?" I asked skeptically.

"Even Jack sometimes can't kill when the time calls for it, and when the time comes, we'll be ready." Stepping to the car, I followed after him thoughtfully. "Where we going now?"

"Hotel, personally I want a shower." Opening his car door John slides inside slowly.

"I think you are in a mid-life crisis." Climbing into the passenger side I turn on the radio.