Trained Killers
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Category:
1 through F › Dark Angel
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,422
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Dark Angel, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I do not own Sin City, either, and make no claim to do so.
Pilot Pt.2
Sorry if I disappeared off the face of the earth, kiddies. Was just moving some stories to hear from TTH. Again I say that I borrowed the script that they have posted over at Eyes Only.
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"You want to be rich? Listen to the bitch. Give mommy the cheddar. I'll make your life better. Touch the boot, get dropped wet. Original Cindy don't feature that. Know what I'm saying? You in? Who else?"
Dwight rolled his eyes and sighed into his drink. Max had tried to get him in on it, but he had refused to. She knew that he could name it off without hearing, all he would have to do is watch as the guy dialed, watching his finger as it touched the buttons.
"What's the action?" The bartender asked.
Traitor Dwight thought to himself as he watched. Original Cindy smirked.
"Homegirl," She gestured to Max, "can repeat a 14-digit phone number by listening to the beep tones."
She can do more than that.
"So?"
Finally! A sceptic.
"On speed dial. Buy-in's ten. Last chance. Okay, let's do this."
Dwight watched as the bartender handed over ten. Dwight held out forty, smirking at Max when she looked at her questioningly.
"40 to win, OC," He chuckled.
"Sure, suga. You gonna introduce me to homegirl?"
"If I can get her and the girls to come here, yeah. You'll LOVE Gail," The latter comment was rather sarcastic, even though the two broke up amicably.
Max snorted, "You gonna hook her up with Gail?"
"What you'd rather I introduce her to Goldie?"
"Well, yeah."
"Kinda hard to since Goldie's dead, Maxie."
The bartender used the silent moment to push the speed dial, Max's head snapping to the side immediately.
"2-0-6-5-5-5-0-1-3-5-7-6-3-3."
*Snorts* Cheater. Not that she was, He just felt like picking on her.
"That's it," The bartender said in amazement.
Max leaned on Dwight as Original Cindy collected.
"What happened, honey?"
"You remember that shit head I told you about? The one that would contract with the Old Town girls alot?"
"Yeah."
"Well, he framed Marv and Marv ended up getting the death penalty...AFTER he took care of things, of course."
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sorry if it's short...
..........................
"You want to be rich? Listen to the bitch. Give mommy the cheddar. I'll make your life better. Touch the boot, get dropped wet. Original Cindy don't feature that. Know what I'm saying? You in? Who else?"
Dwight rolled his eyes and sighed into his drink. Max had tried to get him in on it, but he had refused to. She knew that he could name it off without hearing, all he would have to do is watch as the guy dialed, watching his finger as it touched the buttons.
"What's the action?" The bartender asked.
Traitor Dwight thought to himself as he watched. Original Cindy smirked.
"Homegirl," She gestured to Max, "can repeat a 14-digit phone number by listening to the beep tones."
She can do more than that.
"So?"
Finally! A sceptic.
"On speed dial. Buy-in's ten. Last chance. Okay, let's do this."
Dwight watched as the bartender handed over ten. Dwight held out forty, smirking at Max when she looked at her questioningly.
"40 to win, OC," He chuckled.
"Sure, suga. You gonna introduce me to homegirl?"
"If I can get her and the girls to come here, yeah. You'll LOVE Gail," The latter comment was rather sarcastic, even though the two broke up amicably.
Max snorted, "You gonna hook her up with Gail?"
"What you'd rather I introduce her to Goldie?"
"Well, yeah."
"Kinda hard to since Goldie's dead, Maxie."
The bartender used the silent moment to push the speed dial, Max's head snapping to the side immediately.
"2-0-6-5-5-5-0-1-3-5-7-6-3-3."
*Snorts* Cheater. Not that she was, He just felt like picking on her.
"That's it," The bartender said in amazement.
Max leaned on Dwight as Original Cindy collected.
"What happened, honey?"
"You remember that shit head I told you about? The one that would contract with the Old Town girls alot?"
"Yeah."
"Well, he framed Marv and Marv ended up getting the death penalty...AFTER he took care of things, of course."
...
sorry if it's short...