Guns n' Roses
♥ Chapter 2 ♥
Peight
DeadStroke
"You scared Stevenson?" DeathStroke asked while he cleaned out his gun. I stopped packing my bag and looked at him.
"How long have you known me?" I asked.
"Three years." He said turning to me suddenly curious.
"And how many times have I been scarred?"
"None." He said laughing and turning back to his work.
"Then there's your answer." I said grabbing a hand gun and putting it down the back of my pants.
"How's Josaline?" I asked grabbing a few grenades.
"Who?" He asked still focused on that damn gun.
"Josaline? The girl you had at the bar the other night?"
"Oh yeah. Well, one night stand."
"D, come on, you can't keep doing this. What if it was me that you slept with, then broke me
heart the next morning?"
"Well then I'd let you down easy." He said chuckling.
"Whatever. Just finish doing whatever your doing with that damn gun." I said walking to the special wardrobe department.
"Ellen." I said walking up to her desk.
"Well look who it is, my favorite agent in the CIA." Ellen said getting up from her desk to hug me. "How you been?"
"Fine. How about you?" I asked hugging her tightly back.
"I'd be a lot better if you stopped wearing these black tank tops." She chuckled turning to the vault.
"I'm not trying to impress anyone."
"Well you should. I'm just glad you try enough to put makeup on."
"Don't want to look completely ugly." I said as she held the door open for me to enter.
"You should find a man." She said walking over to the lights.
"Ellen, I've told you, I'm married to my job." I said as the lights suddenly turned on making me squint to get my eyes adjusted.
"Peight, one day, you will find someone, and your gonna get but in the ass by the love bug, and your gonna get it bad."
"Yeah, I'll buy you a car when that happens." I said chuckling.
"Here, it's black, but it's sexy."
"It's short. And I need to be able to move in it and it had to be convenient for me."
"Laser in the broach, stretchable fabric, long enough to fit a gun under, but short enough to show off some leg. Oh and there's built in shorts so you can rip the skirt off and do your thing." She winked.
"Fine." I said taking the hanger with the dress on it. She gave me a few other outfits, all of which were all short, or too low cut, or way too right for my liking. I gave Ellen a quick goodbye then headed for the airplane hanger, strapping my sunglasses onto my face.
"Took ya long enough." DeadStroke said as he held the aircraft door open for me.
"Excuse me they want me to look nice." I said getting strapped into the seatbelt.
"Jane sent us the coordinates that we need to go to." He said starting up the plane.
"And?"
"I hope you know Russian, cuz' it looks like we're goin' to Moscow."
DeadStroke
"You scared Stevenson?" DeathStroke asked while he cleaned out his gun. I stopped packing my bag and looked at him.
"How long have you known me?" I asked.
"Three years." He said turning to me suddenly curious.
"And how many times have I been scarred?"
"None." He said laughing and turning back to his work.
"Then there's your answer." I said grabbing a hand gun and putting it down the back of my pants.
"How's Josaline?" I asked grabbing a few grenades.
"Who?" He asked still focused on that damn gun.
"Josaline? The girl you had at the bar the other night?"
"Oh yeah. Well, one night stand."
"D, come on, you can't keep doing this. What if it was me that you slept with, then broke me
heart the next morning?"
"Well then I'd let you down easy." He said chuckling.
"Whatever. Just finish doing whatever your doing with that damn gun." I said walking to the special wardrobe department.
"Ellen." I said walking up to her desk.
"Well look who it is, my favorite agent in the CIA." Ellen said getting up from her desk to hug me. "How you been?"
"Fine. How about you?" I asked hugging her tightly back.
"I'd be a lot better if you stopped wearing these black tank tops." She chuckled turning to the vault.
"I'm not trying to impress anyone."
"Well you should. I'm just glad you try enough to put makeup on."
"Don't want to look completely ugly." I said as she held the door open for me to enter.
"You should find a man." She said walking over to the lights.
"Ellen, I've told you, I'm married to my job." I said as the lights suddenly turned on making me squint to get my eyes adjusted.
"Peight, one day, you will find someone, and your gonna get but in the ass by the love bug, and your gonna get it bad."
"Yeah, I'll buy you a car when that happens." I said chuckling.
"Here, it's black, but it's sexy."
"It's short. And I need to be able to move in it and it had to be convenient for me."
"Laser in the broach, stretchable fabric, long enough to fit a gun under, but short enough to show off some leg. Oh and there's built in shorts so you can rip the skirt off and do your thing." She winked.
"Fine." I said taking the hanger with the dress on it. She gave me a few other outfits, all of which were all short, or too low cut, or way too right for my liking. I gave Ellen a quick goodbye then headed for the airplane hanger, strapping my sunglasses onto my face.
"Took ya long enough." DeadStroke said as he held the aircraft door open for me.
"Excuse me they want me to look nice." I said getting strapped into the seatbelt.
"Jane sent us the coordinates that we need to go to." He said starting up the plane.
"And?"
"I hope you know Russian, cuz' it looks like we're goin' to Moscow."
Notes
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3/21/15