BANG!
ZIIIIIIIP!
THUD!
?How long?s the boss been like this?? Hunter asked with a lean towards one of his colleagues, removing his hat politely in the presence of the sister ? who failed to notice them? Both of the rather large purple tuxedo and fedora velveteen dressed men stood peering around the corner, observing Miss B in her apparent temper.
BANG!
ZIIIIIP!
THUD!
He winced to the shots, ?Don? know? Since th? boss got back? When I went an? told the boss about the crane being broken down and all, she flipped?? The man shrugged his wide and broad shoulders.
?Tell the rest of the boys t?go and manually unload the cargo, I?m gonna keep an eye on th? boss??
?Sure thing?? The man gave the sister a concerned look, and quickly departed, leaving Hunter there to peer around the corner. He knew when his boss got angry, it was best to leave her work it out for herself?
?That bastard?? Miss B mumbled, pulling her finger of the revolver. The recoil would have sent any normal woman back several inches? But not Miss B. Not when she were totally lost in her unshakeable anger?
BANG! She tensed.
Ziiip! She relaxed?
THUD! She sighed?
Relaxing her arms, she dropped the gun down to observe the empty crate she had chosen to pummel with her bullet. But the crate itself was not initially the thing she were directing her anger too?
Panting hard, she moved an arm up to wipe the sweat from her brow. ?Why did you have to save me?? She questioned across the way to the crate and the hole-filled reconnaissance black and white picture of Alain, stepping out of the building where his office was apparently located at.
?You might as well shot me in the heart!? Miss B shouted at the picture, lifting her arms up again to aim the gun at the crate, firing off several rounds ? really not too much cared if she hit or not. ?You mooch! You ? you goddamn insufferable man!?
BANG!BANG!BANG!
ZIIIIIP!
THUDTHUDTHUD!
CLICK! CLICK!
?Shit,? she looked to the gun?s smoking barrel, realising she had no bullets left on her. So, instead, she threw the gun at the picture like a true woman, so in other words it ended up in a completely different direction ? and in fact, into the sea just off to her right. ?Argh!? Miss B threw her hands into the air and turned to storm off back round the front of the warehouse, ?Hunter!? She screamed?
Which deafened, as he was standing RIGHT there, around the corner she just past. Fumbling with the hat at the sheer loudness of her screech, he followed her quickly and ever so loyally, ?Y-yes boss??
?Have the rival?s crew been sent back to Earth?? She turned around on him, hands on her hips ? demanding the answer this instant.
?Uh ? well about tha?, boss? They be kind of? Uhrm, dead??
Miss B hung her head, with a hand planting her face, ?How? I thought I told you not to kill them? What happened, Hunter??
?W-well? When we stole the boat they had some hardcore gear boss??
?And you shot them dead??
?Yes, boss.?
?Did you depose of the bodies?? Miss B questioned with a raised brow.
Hunter wiped his handkerchief to his forehead, ?Well??
Miss B wasn?t hearing this, she just wasn?t hearing it! She moved to prod his chest, ?You will remove all the cargo and put it all into one of our safe houses, distribute the contents. You will take the bodies and place them into the cargo hold, and you will drive the boat out into the ocean, and burn it. And if it just so happens to still float? Blow it up. Got it??
Hunter nodded and shoved on his hat, ?Sure boss ? right away boss!? And he turned, leaving Miss B to return to her office.
There was a dartboard in there she had installed recently. Guess whose picture was on the bull?s-eye?
ZIIIIIIIP!
THUD!
?How long?s the boss been like this?? Hunter asked with a lean towards one of his colleagues, removing his hat politely in the presence of the sister ? who failed to notice them? Both of the rather large purple tuxedo and fedora velveteen dressed men stood peering around the corner, observing Miss B in her apparent temper.
BANG!
ZIIIIIP!
THUD!
He winced to the shots, ?Don? know? Since th? boss got back? When I went an? told the boss about the crane being broken down and all, she flipped?? The man shrugged his wide and broad shoulders.
?Tell the rest of the boys t?go and manually unload the cargo, I?m gonna keep an eye on th? boss??
?Sure thing?? The man gave the sister a concerned look, and quickly departed, leaving Hunter there to peer around the corner. He knew when his boss got angry, it was best to leave her work it out for herself?
?That bastard?? Miss B mumbled, pulling her finger of the revolver. The recoil would have sent any normal woman back several inches? But not Miss B. Not when she were totally lost in her unshakeable anger?
BANG! She tensed.
Ziiip! She relaxed?
THUD! She sighed?
Relaxing her arms, she dropped the gun down to observe the empty crate she had chosen to pummel with her bullet. But the crate itself was not initially the thing she were directing her anger too?
Panting hard, she moved an arm up to wipe the sweat from her brow. ?Why did you have to save me?? She questioned across the way to the crate and the hole-filled reconnaissance black and white picture of Alain, stepping out of the building where his office was apparently located at.
?You might as well shot me in the heart!? Miss B shouted at the picture, lifting her arms up again to aim the gun at the crate, firing off several rounds ? really not too much cared if she hit or not. ?You mooch! You ? you goddamn insufferable man!?
BANG!BANG!BANG!
ZIIIIIP!
THUDTHUDTHUD!
CLICK! CLICK!
?Shit,? she looked to the gun?s smoking barrel, realising she had no bullets left on her. So, instead, she threw the gun at the picture like a true woman, so in other words it ended up in a completely different direction ? and in fact, into the sea just off to her right. ?Argh!? Miss B threw her hands into the air and turned to storm off back round the front of the warehouse, ?Hunter!? She screamed?
Which deafened, as he was standing RIGHT there, around the corner she just past. Fumbling with the hat at the sheer loudness of her screech, he followed her quickly and ever so loyally, ?Y-yes boss??
?Have the rival?s crew been sent back to Earth?? She turned around on him, hands on her hips ? demanding the answer this instant.
?Uh ? well about tha?, boss? They be kind of? Uhrm, dead??
Miss B hung her head, with a hand planting her face, ?How? I thought I told you not to kill them? What happened, Hunter??
?W-well? When we stole the boat they had some hardcore gear boss??
?And you shot them dead??
?Yes, boss.?
?Did you depose of the bodies?? Miss B questioned with a raised brow.
Hunter wiped his handkerchief to his forehead, ?Well??
Miss B wasn?t hearing this, she just wasn?t hearing it! She moved to prod his chest, ?You will remove all the cargo and put it all into one of our safe houses, distribute the contents. You will take the bodies and place them into the cargo hold, and you will drive the boat out into the ocean, and burn it. And if it just so happens to still float? Blow it up. Got it??
Hunter nodded and shoved on his hat, ?Sure boss ? right away boss!? And he turned, leaving Miss B to return to her office.
There was a dartboard in there she had installed recently. Guess whose picture was on the bull?s-eye?