Four days later
Wednesday evening
New York City
Access to executive jets had its benefits!
It had been seven years, but there we were, back to where it had all begun. Only this time, we were not happy with just roof-jumping – we wanted the full experience and we had received a tip that the same fucked up apartment was in use again...
I looked up at the building; it was the same, just shittier. I went in, climbed the stairs, just as I had all those years before and I strode confidently up to the corridor, only this time, I was in full body armour – no dorky wetsuit; I was a professional! Was every door guard a fat bastard? The current one was white, but he still looked like a dick. As I turned into the corridor and strode towards Rasul's old apartment, the guard moved away from the apartment door and he tried to pull out his pistol, but it jammed on his belt.
"You shouldn't be here – you stay in Chicago!" The man tried – completely shocked by my experience – before he hit the ground, mere seconds after my fist connected with his jaw.
"Doorman down – standby, my love!"
I kicked in the door – demolished, might have been a better description – and I made my way through the inner door, literally – it splintered as my body armour absorbed the impact.
"Knock, knock!"
There were five people present and collectively they all began to shit themselves as they dropped their drug paraphernalia and dived for their weapons. There was an explosion of glass as the window exploded behind them and she made her entrance, driving her bō-staff through one cunt's back and out his chest. Only, it didn't scare the shit out of me, not anymore; now I loved it! The body fell and there she was, in all her glory – Hit Girl herself. Only, this time, she was taller and she had tits . . . but her mouth was just as foul...
"Okay, you cunts; let's see what you can do now... Eeny . . . meeny . . . miny . . . mo..."
And it kicked off...
Oh, fuck, I was energised!
It felt like coming back home – damn I missed my bō-staff – I took the man's leg off below the knee and span onto the next man, driving my blade in and then I span again and drove the blade downwards and into the recently disabled man on the floor – he screamed. All my movements flowed, just as Daddy had taught me; not one step or muscle movement was wasted.
More men appeared at the doorway, they stepped over the downed doorman and around the wrecked doors...
"What the fuck?"
The face of one exploded as my husband drove his fist backwards into the unfortunate man's face. The other men attacked and I sat back to watch Kick-Ass go to work. A man made for me as I sat on the couch – he held a machete in his hand, I jumped up and separated my blades, spinning them around.
"So, you wanna play..."
For some reason, the man suddenly had second thoughts, but before he could move I had pinned him to the wall with a blade. I turned and looked around – nobody was alive but us.
"Hey, dude..." I began and then I turned as the bathroom door opened; the muzzle of a MAC-10 appeared.
"Hey, I've not got one of those – at least not here!"
I was about to dive for the ground when I saw something zip into the bathroom and then a man fell forward onto the floor and dropped the sub-machine gun; his body was twitching. I looked up at Kick-Ass as he lowered his weapon, disconnecting the thin wires.
"Ah, dude, that is one awesome looking Taser!"
Kick-Ass chuckled as he inserted a fresh cartridge.
"This place is smaller than I remember..."
"You were like ten and just a little bit shorter," he laughed as he turned for the door.
"Hey, green asshole, can't use the front door now..." I said as I hauled out my blade from the pinned corpse and allowed it to drop to the floor without a second glance. "Love you Daddy – nice shot by the way..."
We made our way out the window, up the fire escape and onto the rooftop.
"Wait, wait, wait..." I called out and she stopped on the rooftop before turning, a smirk on her face.
"What?"
"Who are you?"
She rolled her eyes before responding.
"Me? I'm Hit Girl . . . and I fucking love you, Kick-Ass – come on!"
She turned and she ran for the edge of the roof; I followed, my feet digging in as I ran hard after my wife. We leapt into the air together and we each made a perfect landing, just feet apart and then came up to our feet. Hit Girl turned to me and she stood on her tip-toes to kiss me – I returned the kiss.
The burnt-out shell was still there; the weapons mounts on the walls were still in evidence, but the weapons were long gone.
Kick-Ass held me tight as we stood in the centre of the room. I could see my Daddy, in my mind, as he planned his revenge on Frank D'Amico. Then that fateful night, six and a half years ago, when Daddy and I had left the Safehouse to go help Kick-Ass – Daddy for the very last time...
"I know – a lot of bad shit happened that night, but Chris is dead; he paid for what he did to your Dad and to you."
"That bastard shot me – three fucking times!"
"You still hanging onto that?" Kick-Ass chuckled. "Let it go! Let it go!"
"Oh, please – don't use those words; all I hear from that girl every day is: 'Let it go! Let it go! Can't hold it back anymore – Let it go! Let it go! Turn away and slam the door, I don't care, what they're going to say, let the storm rage on – the cold never bothered me anyway...' What?"
Kick-Ass was laughing.
"It's just a little bit weird hearing Hit Girl sing a song from Frozen!"
"I can't get the damn song out of my head..."
The sun was bright as it rose over the horizon.
I turned to Kick-Ass and smiled.
"The rest of my life began right here; I broke one of Daddy's biggest rules – and I half expected him to haunt me for doing it, but I have never regretted it – never!"
"I have – once or twice..."
"WHAT!"
"Just kidding, beautiful..."
We were interrupted by a text message.
"Kent Avenue – I'm waiting!"
"Impatient, bitch..." Mindy commented as she looked around my shoulder at the message.
"Let's see what a little birdy's nest looks like..." I chuckled.
..._...
Fifteen minutes later, we pulled into a very non-descript looking building.
"You call this a nest!" I laughed as the door closed behind us.
"Funny, Kick-Ass!" A scowling Morgan replied. "Your clothes are in that room, over there. I'm just packing the last of my weapons..."
"The Courier will be by in about three hours," Mindy advised as she pulled off her mask.
"What were you guys up to?" Morgan asked.
"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you..." I replied deadpan.
Morgan chuckled.
"Coffee?"
"Yeah, please – we had some time to kill, so we err, killed..." Mindy replied without a trace of guilt.
"Did they deserve it?" The fifteen-year-old girl asked.
"Definitely!"
"Cool!"
Kent Avenue
Half an hour later, I was showered and changed – I was back to Mindy Lizewski.
I walked out of the bathroom and into the Safehouse's gun-room. It had been mostly stripped and Dave was loading the final few weapons into crates. Morgan was busy gathering up magazines and other smaller items.
"I'm going for a drive."
"Behave!" Dave called over and I smiled my innocent smile in reply. "Not buying it..."
"It's broad daylight – I'm not some raging, psychotic, homicidal maniac, you know!"
As I climbed into the hired Range Rover, I ignored the laughter coming from Dave and Morgan.
Brooklyn
The day had started slowly, but I had a feeling we'd get a good mark soon.
"Can we go home; we've been out all night and I need some fucking sleep!"
"Quit the fucking moaning – all fucking night, you fucking moan!"
"Come on – we made two kays, last night..."
"One more score and then we can... Oh, look at this – rich bitch coming up!"
"Huh . . . oh, yeah – nice wheels; hundred-eighty kay easy..."
"Oh, fuck – welcome back to New York, Mindy!"
The two idiots stepped out into the street and one raised a shotgun – a rather rough-looking Beretta over and under. I loved Brooklyn and while it would have been better to stick to the main streets, I was more used to sticking to the shadows. I could have just mowed the dumb-asses down, but instead, I was in a good mood and I wanted to have some fun with those bozzos. I stopped and pretended to look worried. I was not armed, per se...
The one with the shotgun remained ahead, while his colleague pulled a pistol and walked around to beside my door, his pistol raised.
"Hands where we can see 'em, lady..."
Both my hands were already on the top of the steering wheel – I rolled my eyes and raised them into the air.
"Open the door and step out . . . slowly..."
I followed instructions, like a good girl and I stood in the street, my hands raised either side of my head. The one with the shotgun moved closer and he kept the weapon aimed at my head. His pal proceeded to frisk me – as he moved up my legs, I saw him smirk – enough was enough...
My left knee struck the idiot in the side of the head and he sprawled onto the blacktop. His partner came closer and quick as a flash I wrenched the shotgun out of hands and took the butt of it across the man's face – he went down with a yell of pain.
The other man was getting back up and he brought his pistol to bear...
"Stay the fuck down, cunt!" I growled as I kicked him in the side of the head and he crashed tot eh ground and moved no longer.
Well, that had been fun!
Kent Avenue
By the time I returned, all was packed and I could see Dave and Morgan talking as I pulled up.
Dave peered in at me and he groaned.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing!" I replied indignantly.
"Yeah..."
"It was only a pair of carjackers – they're still alive..."
"Can't leave her alone for a minute!" Dave chuckled.
Morgan grinned and nodded approvingly.
Two days later
April 1st, Friday morning
Chicago
Glenview
"I will kill you both in your sleep..." Stephanie growled in a very menacing tone as she entered the kitchen.
I just burst out laughing; her expression was just . . . so precious!
"I might join you..." Anne-Marie added as she joined her elder sister and Dave burst out laughing, unable to contain it anymore.
Both girls had used the shower in the changing rooms beside the pool... Now they were both standing in the kitchen wrapped only in a towel each and their skin was now tinted a light blue... It had been Dave's idea, while it had been me that had actually added the blueberry Kool-Aid to the shower heads.
"It brings out your eyes, Steph," Saoirse laughed.
"Fuck you and the horse you rode in on; 'cause I'm gonna shoot it too!" Stephanie hissed as she pushed past us all, closely followed by a furious Anne-Marie.
"Awesome!" Danny laughed as he watched his sisters run up the stairs.
This storyline continues four days later in Chapter 1: The Chase Begins of The Fusion Ultimatum.