HEY GUYS, UPDATED PRETTY QUICKLY I GUESS. ANYWAYS MY CHAPTERS ARE MOST LIKELY GOING TO BE SHORT AND TO THE POINT, SO I WON'T MAKE LIKE 100 CHAPTERS LIKE MAKOKAM. I'M WORKING ON MY PACE AND MORE..SKILLS..I GUESS YOU COULD SAY. ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY ENOUGH TO REVIEW. I PURPOSELY MISSPELLED SOME WORDS AS IT IS MINDY'S DIARY. ANYWAYS, I JUST WATCHED KICK ASS 2 AND IT WAS...FUCKING AMAZING. I WOULD WATCH IT A HUNDRED TIMES IF I COULD. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THE MOVIE, HOPING FOR ANOTHER ONE. BIG THANKS TO MAKOKAM FOR GIVING ME A FEW POINTERS AND BEING COMPLETELY HONEST WITH ME. PLEASE GO CHECK OUT HIS/HER STORY PRECOCIOUS CRUSH IT'S AMAZING. ANYWAYS ON WITH STORY AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO GIVE ME SOME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM.
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I finally arrived at Atomic Comics. Dave was sitting by the windows, dressed in his kick-ass costume. His body was definitely much more...toned I guess, than I last saw him. I guess he continued training even after I left. He stood up and walked over to me. He looked down at me, since he was like 5'11...I'm guessing.
"Hey Mindy..um..sit down..you're not gonna like this..um" Dave stammered as he sat down across from me.
He looked extremely nervous, kinda like I was when the first time Big Daddy sent me in a crack pen with nothing but a pen knife. Whatever was bugging him, it must be REAL bad. I told him to stop stammering like a retard and spit it out. He took a deep breath and said it pretty fast.
"What?" I asked.
"Ralph D'Amico wants revenge for Chris and Frank. He's been released from prison and searching for Kick-Ass and Hit-Girl and all of Justice Forever" Dave said, sucking in his breath when he finished.
"We either need to disappear or hunt this guy down and kill him before he kills us" Dave added.
I sat there shocked but not at all surprised. We should have killed that motherfucker too. Dave was still looking at me like at any moment I would bite his hand off. I gave him a reassuring look and that seemed to calm him down somewhat.
"Well, which is it. Fight or Flight? Your call" I said to him.
"Well I'm sure as hell not gonna be known as the first super hero who wimps out before a fight" Dave said to me, smiling like he does when he's itching to give a beating.
I smiled back and we headed out the door, on my bike and on our way to safehouse B. The weirdest part was when Dave put his arms around me when we got on the main street. Usually he holds on to the handles on the back of the bike. I didn't say anything, but it made butterflies 'flutter' in my stomach. We got there in about 10 minutes tops. I keyed in a security passcode and the safehouse unlocked. I walked in first and immediately went to the computers displaying the camera angles in D'Amico's building. Everything looked pretty much abondoned, except there were lights on in certain rooms. I alternated with different cameras, searching the premises. Nothing, but there was this door, light shining from the bottom and there were no cameras in there. Probably D'Amico's office or a conference room used for doing business.
"Dave, come look at this" I told him.
He stopped looking at the weapons and walked over to the monitors. He glanced at all the little windows on the monitors when he came across the mysterious room in question.
"Are there any cameras in that room" Dave asked, pointing to the door on the screen.
"Nope I tried looking but nothing" I replied.
Something about that room made slighly nervous, but only slighly. It's pretty hard to scare Hit Girl as it is and a little room never hurt anybody, right? We got our gear and some other weapons from the walls. Dave got a Remington 1870 MCS (A buck shot, 12-gauge, shotgun) and a Tac 1911 pistol. I picked a L115A3 AWM, a british sniper rifle currently used in the Afghanistan and Iraq Wars. We left to scout the building. The weapons were just in case anyone wanted to sneak up on us. Dave led me to his car, which was, surpisingly a Camaro, six gear, stick shift. I put the weapons in a duffle bag and put it in the trunk. I ran over to driver side, smiling wildly and jumped in behind the wheel. Dave came around to the window and knocked on the glass.
I rolled down the window with a grin and in my politest, sweet voice said, "Can I help you".
"Yeah um, you can't drive Mindy" Dave said to me.
"Like fuck I can't, just get your ass in" I told him.
He walked over to the passenger side with a smile. I could tell how much he missed that by the look on his face when he entered the passenger seat. I smiled back at him and started the car.
I gave him a look and said, "Buckle up" and took off switching gears so fast that we were in 6th gear in 10 seconds flat. His head hit the head rest as the car sped off. The look on his face was priceless. I almost crashed because I was laughing way too hard. He gave me look like 'Not funny' and that just made it all the more funnier. I eventually stopped laughing long enough to see that we arrived at D'Amico's place. Dave and I set up on the building opposite of theirs. I brought out the sniper and ran up the fire escape to the roof. Dave ran up behind me carrying the duffle bag and sat down as we got to the roof.
This might be a long night.