Chapter 19: Know Thy Partner

After being in Los Santos for a few days, Chelsea still didn't have a plan on how she was going to talk to Sunny and Geraldine.

She hates it when she plans something and can't seem to follow up on it. "God this sucks" she complained; she really isn't the patient type. Chelsea spent her days walking about the beach area getting to the know the area. It really did feel like being back home on the Gold Coast. Things are different but it almost really does feel like home to her. Chelsea remembers when she first told her parents that she was going to the United States. She was really excited but parents, mostly her mother, were worried for her. Her father was easy going and didn't seem too concerned but knew how Chelsea would get into trouble, she really wasn't right in the head; not since that thing during the finals of that tournament. Her mother on the other hand, that's a different story. Her mother was firmly opposed too Chelsea leaving home to go to some foreign land "You were in the army, dear, why not just try to find work here?" she asked "Oh come on mum! I just want make more of my life!" Chelsea says as looks at her mother with pleading eyes "Besides, I'm think I'm old enough to look after myself!". With that phrase and that look, her mother reluctantly let her go "Just promise me that you're write back to me?" she asked "Yes mum," Chelsea let out a small sigh "I'll promise that I'll write back".

She remembers when she first touched down onto Liberty City. It took over three hours for Chelsea to find her apartment in North Holland. Liberty City was a lot different than the Gold Coast, their was a beach but not as big as the one back home. Too many tourists bitching about everything. Not a word of English was spoken in certain areas, it was a mixed bag from Spanish to Chinese, Albanian, Ukrainian, Russian, some Serbian and Korean. The other thing that she had to get used too was the sound of the train that was also passing by the apartment building every day of every night; the sound was so irritating too her. Then comes on how she met...him. Chelsea remembers the first time she laid eyes on him. His smile, his eyes, the way his cornflower hair blew in the wind, that funny sense of humor that he had and the way he held her in his arms.

They look into each other's eyes. People may have thought he was weird for dating someone like her but he didn't care. Sure, she may be a bit crazy but who wasn't? Besides he liked her for who she was. He didn't care about the piercings that she had or the tattoos that were on her body, it was her personality that he loved about her the most. They continue looking into their eyes, their faces slowly move towards each other. Their lips finally meet, it's tender and heart warming. He pulls her body closer, she let's out a small moan through their mouths. He takes his shirt off, she does the same thing. She jumps onto his hips; he carries her into his room. He gently lays her down on the bed as he continues to kiss her. His mouth starts to go to her chest, she unclasps her bra and tosses it aside. He kissed one of her breast, she shudders as he starts to kiss her torso and then her stomach. She runs her fingers through his hair as his mouth starts to go lower, he unbuttons her pants, her breathing increases. Everything starts to get hazy, she closes her eyes as that sensitive part of her starts to open up.

Chelsea snaps back to attention. She still thinks about him, he's always going to be in her thoughts. It wasn't strange, he died in her arms on that one night. She did all the sobbing all she on that night. She hasn't been the same since.

But she that was then, this is now. Chelsea opens the refrigerator and grabs a beer, she needed a plan of approach. She can't obviously go up and introduce herself to them, they probably end up shooting her and dumping her body on the beach. As she chugs her beer, she finally remembers from her days in the army back home what she was trained to do: reconnaissance.

A little bit of scouting of who she's potentially going to work with might give her some insight on who they are. She's going to have too take caution and not do something stupid. The thing about recon is the amount of information that can be gathered from looking at someone.

Quickly Chelsea chugged her down, she almost chokes on it "Crap! Shouldn't have done that" she humorously said as she threw the bottle in the trash. She grabbed her car keys and heads out the door. The sun is out and it's bright. She's not going to take Jessie, this is a simple recon mission. It won't have to come down to that.

...

Chelsea sat in the back of the Fugitive with a pair of binoculars in her hands. She parked a up the block from Sunny's house in Vinewood, hopefully she doesn't spot her.

She unwraps the egg salad sandwich that she bought at the liquor store, she also bought a couple cans of Sprunk to make sure she didn't go thirsty. Now comes the boring part: waiting. That's the one thing that Chelsea hated the most. She wasn't known to be patient.

After thirteen minutes Sunny's girlfriend leaves the front with, of people, Sunny following behind her. Through the binoculars, Chelsea got a look at Sunny. The way she held herself was something any leader would have, which was with respect. She then looked at her girlfriend, her girlfriend was quite the looker. She was beautiful down to her personality. It was more than just her dark brown curly hair, her smile, those beautiful eyes and her looks; it was the kindness that she showed to her loved one that seemed to impress her. Her girlfriend looked like someone who would stick by that person for as long as she lived. Chelsea continued to look at them, somehow the way the two women talked reminded her of the way him and her would talk to each other.

They would talk and talk until the sun started coming up. He would talk, she would just listen. She would say something funny, he would laugh. They would make love as much as possible. The way he moved made her feel in a way that she hasn't felt in a long time. She would call out his name when they were in bed with each other, he would kiss her on every spot of her body. She held on very tight when they were together. She tells him not to let go and just too hold onto her as tight as possible. He looks into her eyes and tells her something that she thought she'd never hear "I love you".

Chelsea snaps out. Seeing two those together somehow reminded her of what she had before it was lost. In all honesty's she felt jealous. Maybe envious because of the amount of love that they showed each other. Chelsea hasn't felt that type of thing in years. It's just so odd feeling that again; she never thought that she could feel.

She just kept looking at them through the binoculars. They talk for a couple more minutes, her girlfriend looks at her phone and realizes what time it is; she says goodbye and they give each a quick kiss. Her girlfriend walks to work. Sunny walks back to the door but just as she reaches for the doorknob, her head turn towards the horizon. Chelsea ducks down to avoid her eyes, hoping and praying that she doesn't see spot her. Chelsea only briefly peered out to see if Sunny had spotted her, her eyes looked around the area, scanning as if she knew that she was being watched. After a moment or so, she eventually opens the door and heads inside. Chelsea's heart skipped a beat or two, she narrowly dodged her glance "Well...looks like somebody's got some pretty good instincts" she says to herself as she looked at the house.

Hopefully if she ever get's the chance to meet her, she won't shoot her. And hopefully, Chelsea won't do anything stupid like put a bullet through her head and end up destroying her new partnership. That would be bad.

Deciding that she's got enough information, Chelsea decides to meet her next partner.

Geraldine's house

Her eyes peered through the binoculars. Rather than sit in the Fugitive, Chelsea snuck onto the roof of some liquor store down the block from the house.

Chelsea laid on her stomach as she focused on Geraldine's house, it looked dirty from a distance with it's muddy and partially grassy lawn. In the distance she heard some small arms fire, something bad must have happened over there. Not that it matters too her. After a few minutes, Geraldine comes out carrying a bag of garbage to the curb. Chelsea glared at her through the scopes of the binoculars. She and her have something in common, it was their hair. Chelsea was a strawberry blonde, some people thought that she dyed her hair but she was a regular red head, Geraldine's hair looked like she dyed on several occasions to a dark red color. The red was similar too a red lollipop or a red apple.

She got a look at the two tattoos on her body, the pit bull on her right arm and the words 'One Love' in big bold words splashed across her chest. Chelsea just kept looking at her. Almost studying her like the way someone would study birds or butterflies, always watching and waiting to see what happens next. She looked at her arms, she had some muscle on them and she looked like she could hold her own against anyone. Another female starts to approach Geraldine, she wore an orange shirt and walked around in cut off shorts. Her hair had a light caramel brown color that gave it almost a sheen of sorts. The two interact and talk. Chelsea just observed them as they talked to each other, judging by the way talk they knew one another.

She suddenly remembers from the file that she got, Geraldine has a friend who was also her partner when she was bounty hunting at the time. Her name was Reggie Johnson if her memory served correctly. Chelsea kept looking at them through the binoculars, they seemed too be close but judging by the way Geraldine reacted it was more like they're on the edge about something.

Geraldine seemed to be annoyed about something, which Reggie smiled and twirled her hair a bit and reassures her friend about something. And Geraldine becomes more irritated for some reason. If Chelsea had brought a small antenna maybe she could hear what they were saying but she can't and she doesn't have superpowers of course, so she had no way of knowing what they were saying. Whatever it was, it seemed to be important and it looked rather the concerning the two friends.

After a few minutes they entered the house together.

Chelsea got everything she need from the two women who were to become her partners. She has all the information, now it's time to get home and see what she's learned.

Chelsea's apartment

She pops the cap off the beer bottle. Chelsea managed to get home from Geraldine's neighborhood without actually being almost caught.

She was almost caught when she watching Sunny earlier. Hopefully she didn't spook her, and hopefully she won't try to kill her when she meets her. Chelsea sat down on the kitchen table still trying to figure out how she going to convince Sunny and Geraldine too work with her. All Chelsea could do for the time being was think. Though she wasn't considered the thinking type, Chelsea always did have a good plan when she needed it; but when it came to talking to people, that's a whole different story. Some people that she's taken jobs with over the years always said that Chelsea wasn't a people person.

They said that she had an attitude problem. That she need to work on her language, which, they complained was an issue. It wasn't her fault that she spoke the way she spoke like that. Chelsea was always a team player but still people always said that she was a cheat, even though she played fairly people always said that she cheated. She would respond to them in the only language that she understood, mostly with her fist.

Chelsea finishes her beer, she still doesn't have a plan. She grabs another beer Maybe if I drink a couple more of these I'll have a plan she pops the cap off and chugs it down her throat. Two bottles turn to three, three turns to four, four turns to five and five turns to six. Six bottles in total are spread throughout her table, her stomach churns "Oh god, maybe I shouldn't have drank that much..." she carefully gets up from her chair and goes to the sink. The six beers that she drank soon start to come back up to her throat.

She spews out her drinks into the sink.

Even after puking everything out, Chelsea still didn't have a plan of approach.

"Come on! Think!" she complained, then it finally came to her.

She won't try anything fancy but a more simple/subtle approach. Hopefully shots won't be fired in her direction.

And hopefully Chelsea won't do anything stupid, say like pull out her Sig Sauer or Jessie and end up killing one of them by accident. It's never happened too her before but most people would look at her and automatically think that she's crazy and out of her damn mind. Some would work with her, while others wouldn't strictly because they like the way she looked. But this is Chelsea, she didn't care what anyone else thought of her. Maybe Sunny and Geraldine would take her in and treat her as one of they're own or maybe they'll say something like 'We'll get back to you' which was more of a polite way of saying fuck you or fuck off. Right now she has to wait until tomorrow to see if Sunny will take her offer.

That's the one thing that she hates the most, waiting.

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