Yo all,

Tis Kitty again, and as you can see, I've updated… Yay! I have been working religiously on this to be able to post this! Be happy, I know I am. But as it is up earlier, its shorter… tell me which you prefer, earlier or longer. And thanks to the people who reviewed xD Thaaaanks. Anyway, heres the next chapter: Death by Humiliation.

Chapter Two: Death by Humiliation

I calmed my screaming nerves by mentally shoving a rag into their mouths and walked into the office, cool, calm and collected was what Im aiming for. Though it probably just looked arrogant, so I settled for humiliated instead. Inside everything was calm, the air conditioning up full blast in the summer heat… that isnt really that hot to me, Hervey Baynians are just strange. Yes, Im delaying the inevitable, work with me here!

There was a flash of purple and green before I was engulfed in a suffocating hug… with an afro.

"Omigosh. Did you really glare at Ton? Girl, I would have been hiding in the hills by now!" Jackie all but screamed into my ear, "I mean, with the glaring and the pushing, you must have nuts of steel… Then again you don't have gonads." By this time he was standing further back from me, allowing me to breathe and have a good look at his clothing… purple and green striped pants, black shirt, black army boots and green hair to match. What a statement.

"Tone?" I asked.

"Yeah, Antonio. Everyone calls him that. But that's not the problem. Why aren't you my partner? Why him?"

"I didn't really get a choice! I was just told by Dani… by the way, where is Dani?" I changed the subject and looked around, not spotting Dani by the office desk, or leather couches that seemed to be against every cream wall in the large reception area. She wasn't anywhere and it was strange.

"Oh, she's setting things up for the meeting. Some big hoo-ha over someone coming to town. Im not really informed, because Im only an assistant. Can you hear the sarcasm in my voice? I mean, can you tell Im being sarcastic?" Yes, I could definitely hear the sarcasm. It was hard to miss!

A big commotion started as the elevator doors opened, and a stalking, muttering version of Clair walked out. What she was muttering, I had no clue, only hearing small bits like, "…like monkeys, they are…" and "…they'll better be…" on second thoughts, I don't want to know what she was muttering about. It sounds painful. Clair walked straight passed the brightly coloured Jackie, and the so dead me, not even sparing a glance our way. Jackie looked at me questioningly and I just shrugged, the shrug said: Don't ask me.

We heard a door slam, a motor running, and then tyres streaking off down the road before Dani came out the elevator and tripped on the floor rug, but was caught by Ton, which by the way is supposedly pronounced as 'tone', just if you were wondering. Wait, I didn't see him in the elevator! Hunh, don't mind me, Im just losing my mind.

Dani did an amazing attempt at being a tomato and gathered herself up and walked over to the office desk with no more mishaps while Ton stood there, looking… blank, stoic, at a great impression of a wall… with better muscles… but then again, walls don't have muscles.

I, myself, flushed a little when I remembered the encounter with Ton earlier and immediately stuttered, "Sorry about before, it hasn't been a great morning." To which he just nodded a little and moved towards the desk, when I didn't move he looked behind him and motioned me over with him, so I scuttled over to him and the desk, where Dani was getting more paper work. Oh yay, I get to sign my life over… I mean I get to sign papers, really I do.

"These are just papers saying that Lee is helping you, Ton, with whatever your doing so she can learn it all again, okay?" Dani then went on to point out where to sign, but not before Ton gave it a quick glance over it all. Hm, guess Im not the only one who thinks they're signing their life over. We signed it and Dani filed it away to the right of the computer. "Your ready to go Lee. Ton will show you around Hervey Bay until you know where your going… or round abouts. Ton, please make sure she comes back in one piece?" He did an almost smile, nodded then turned to me.

"Ready to go, alata?" What is alata? Do I want to know? I just nodded my head, turned to Dani and gave her a smile good bye and when I walked passed Jackie on the way outside I gave a small wave. Please, someone save me!

Then my calls were answered when an explosion occurred and whirring tyres of a purple town car sped out of the lot. Not again, I think I prefer the impending doom of sitting in a car for a day with silence, then not having a car at all! Hopefully it isnt my car that exploded, hopefully it will just be a dumpster or something… riiiight, and my second job is also being the Easter Bunny.

My hopes were dashed when I recognised my brown Ford Focus in ruins, smoke tufts puffing through the scraps of metal. I thought I moved away from this! Obviously Im doomed to forever have cars depleting rapidly in numbers by my account. Maybe I should get a car company, it would be much easier for me. Yeah, I know, Im rambling. What of it?

That's when I noticed the car that was parked next to my rubble was black, and the right side of it was all scratched up, I felt my breath catch and a little bubble of a squeal expelled from my lips, I looked slowly to Ton, who was just staring at his car, a mixture of curiosity and relief on his face. Wait, relief?

"Finally, I can buy a new car." He smiled a little, chucked me under the chin and walked calmly back into the office, leaving me standing there having no clue what just happened. My car!

Flashing lights and the squealing of fire brigade and police cars swerved into the lot. Damn, I hope Ton caught the number plate on that vehicle… I was a little distraught at the thought of having to get a new car… without much money! My bank account doesn't just magically regenerate everyday!

I sighed and sat on the curb of the road, waiting while the fire people put out the fire and the police stopped rambling into their cell phones. Guess this doesn't happen every other day, like it did in Jersey.

"Miss, was this your car?", "Did you see what happened?", "Can you describe the car for me?", "What was your licence plate number?"; "Do you have anybody who could take you home?"

Question after question I answered before Ton finally barged through the police, stating he would be taking me home, describing the car that sped out of here and the licence plate number of it too. See? Easy.

I rubbed my temples trying to ease away the inevitable headache and got up to go talk to Dani and Jackie, who were both gesturing wildly for me to go to them. Most of the police just ignored me as I made my way to the office doors, I wonder if they would even realise it if I pulled a gun out and started shooting all of them… But as I said with Clair, I prefer not to spend my life in jail, thank you.

"Girl, you look bored. How can you possibly be bored?" Jackie asked me. The question he should be asking is how can I not be bored.

"Im used to it," when they looked at me expectantly I expanded my answer, "I blow things up religiously. Happens all the time. But it's almost never my fault." Just like the funeral home, Joes truck…s, Rangers cars, and a few people along the way. I really wish people would stop trying to blow me up!

Jackie and Dani looked at me shocked and strangely disturbed, "People?"

"Oops, did I say that aloud? I really have to work on that. But really, it wasn't my fault! They just kind of climb into cars that are going to blow up, or into basements of funeral homes whe… yeah, this really isnt helping my case is it?" They both shook their heads 'no'.

"Hey chicky, as long as you don't blow me or Jackie up, Im still your friend," at this Jackie nodded his head yes, sending the afro into a bobbing fit, "Just try not to get us blown up, I like my limbs where they are." Dani grinned at me from behind her strawberry blond nose length fringe, that's when I had a sudden insight into something horrible.

I'd need to buy a new car. I hate car shopping.

I groaned and turned back towards the wreckage, noticing that there were fewer police men and the firemen had probably returned to their base. I guess even though I now have no car I would still be going with Ton… I was hoping I didn't have to. But wait, if his car is all scratched up he won't want to drive it, (as all men are conscious of their cars, hating it when they make them look bad!), which means we don't have any way of getting anywhere… yay!

And a way to burst my bubble is when an expensive black car pulled up a few meters down from where we were standing, a tall and muscly man got out, gave Ton a set of keys while taking the other keys from Ton and got in the wrecked car, then he was off into the sunset. Ton nodded in my direction and walked towards the new black car. I don't know which is worse, car shopping, or spending and entire day with Noddy… I probably shouldn't call him that again.

I sent a pleading look towards Dani and Jackie as I walked backwards to the car, to which they just laughed and gave me the thumbs up. I gave them a glare and an Italian hand gesture and they just laughed more.

I backed into the car door after some time and was surprised I hadn't tripped the entire time, one point for me. I opened the door and sat down in the unbelievably comfy leather seats that still had the new car smell attached to them. I sighed in bliss when the engine purred to life. What I wouldn't give to be able to buy one of these!

"Have you got your files?" Mr. Talkative asked, and no I didn't, so I just shook my head negative, "Okay, we'll stop by your house to pick them up. Where do you live?"

"Im surprised you havent run a search on me yet. 31 Saunders Street, Point Vernon. But I hope you know how to pick a lock," the look he gave me was one of which you would give to a complete imbecile, "My keys blew up… I hadn't had time to get a key chain so I just left my house keys in the car, and I also havent had time to get a spare key cut."

He just nodded again as we made our way towards my house, going the scenic route along the sea front, a street called the Esplanade that ran all along the sea. The rest of the ride was made in complete silence as he went into his 'zone'. I swear, when the Manoso's go into their calm zone, not even bombs will interrupt it… okay, maybe they would, but they'd be really, really pissed, if such a emotion can transform in their minds.

I rolled my eyes at him, which he more-then-likely saw and watched as the houses passed me by. Not soon enough we made it to my home and Ton unlocked the door and I rushed inside, grabbed my files and we were back in the car, me looking through my files and him driving aimlessly around Point Vernon until I found a suitable FTA to capture.

I laughed when I found the perfect one. Remora Heights; preferred name Remy; 10 Madeleine Drive; wanted for blowing up her old classroom at her old high school and scratching her old Class Form Teachers car. I had to see if this was for real. I repeated the address to Ton and we zipped off towards Urangan.

"It says here she works for the Cheesecake shop. Do you think they would have donuts?" He looked at me through the corner of his eyes, (Im almost sure!), and that was his whole reaction. I looked skyward with my eyes (more like towards the roof of the car) as if asking why me. But I wasn't, I was just annoyed already.

It was a good twenty minutes to get across town to Heights' home. She was 29 years old, worked full time with no kids, and lived with her other friend Cyan Lengths. She had a degree in dead people; as she worked at the Hervey Bay morgue as well as the Cheesecake shop on the side. Overall she didn't sound too bad. Its just the blowing up of the room I was worrying about.

We pulled up in front of a one story house with a large brown wooden fence surrounding the sides. From what I could see she had a decent sized backyard with an above ground pool. As we walked up the small pathway to her door I gazed at the rest of the street (which again I was walking backwards, I just wanted to, okay?). It looked like a nice neighbourhood, but looks can be deceiving. We knocked twice on her wooden door and waited patiently when we heard the, "Coming." Note from inside.

When, who Im guessing is Remy, opened the door, she was out of breath and had a towel around her while she was dripping wet, but don't worry, she had her togs (its what Queenslanders call swimmers; I don't get it either) on, looked like she had just gotten out of the pool.

"Hello, can I help you?"

Ton nodded for me to proceed, guess I was going to be the one, "Miss Heights?" She nodded so I continued, "Im Selene Plum, I work for Dom Bail Bonds. You missed your court date and we're here to take you to the station to reschedule." And to put the icing on the cake I gave her a professional smile.

She looked down at what she was wearing, then looked back to us, and I got ready to run in case she ran, but she called out to another person in the house, "Im going to go out for a while, Cy, Ill be back later." She closed and locked the door, not bothering to change it would seem. I saw Ton look annoyed and had to smile a little. His poor car is going to have a chlorine smell and most likely a wet stain.