And once again thanks to the mighty Apple who is one of my best friends and who helped me overcome that nasty little case of writer’s block I was having. Arigato Apple and aishiteru!!! ^o^

Innocence lost, Blackness ensues
Part 7

Written: P_M

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I woke up with one of the worst headaches I had ever had in my life. Groaning I put my hands over my eyes trying to block off the light streaming through the windows, it hurt.

So, this is what I get for crying my ass off last night, figures. I should have bought some aspirin at the flea market yesterday.
With a sigh I shoved myself out of bed, stalking across the room in my undies I made my way towards the bag holding the food. I selected an orange from my little hoard and set to peeling it cursing when some of the juice chose to squirt in my eye. Rubbing my eye and glaring at the offending orange I grumpily walked over to my laptop. Picking up the laptop, I quickly set to booting it up, time to see if they had announced Relena’s condition to the press overnight, I seriously doubted it though.

Munching on the orange I listened to the colony weather report, god only knows why they have a weather report for a colony that has a weather system that runs on a timetable, maybe it’s so the colonists feel like they’re on earth. In my opinion it’s just a waste of airtime but considering how much their station sucks and their seemingly lack of news, except for my little murder exploit of course, maybe the weather report was indeed done to fill up blank time. Another announcer came on, “Hi I’m Sheri Hills and I’m here to tell you about a wonderful kids show that will be airing in just a few days, this fun loving educational show is a must see for children everywhere on L2,” she faded out as a clip of a guy dressed as an MS was singing along with a bunch of kids. My orange hit the floor around the same time as my mouth did as I watched what was probably the funniest ass thing I had ever seen or heard. Their song alone was guaranteed to give me nightmares.
“I love flying through space! That indeed is the happiest place! We like to fly through space where the stars go! We fly through space, along with MS Joe! Ohhhhh MS Joe! Ohhhhh MS Joe! Are we unhappy? Ohhhhh no! As long as we can fly along, fly along with MS Joe!”

The MS named ‘Joe’ came out to the front of the group of children and said in the shittiest voice impersonation I’ve ever heard, “Hahaha! Hi kids! Are you all ready to play with MS Joe? We sure are going to have fun today!”

One of the children walked up and tugged on Joe’s leg, “MS Joe, MS Joe! Are we gonna play in the yard today?”

“Hahahaa!” The big MS shook the child off his leg and wagged a finger, “It’s ‘Going to’ little Stan remember what MS Joe always says?”

“Proper grammar is the key! Talking properly is easy as 1, 2, 3!” All the kids chimed in. Was it just me of those poor children look like they had been pumped up on Prozac or morphine?

With that the screen faded back to Sheri Hills, “And that was a preview of the newest kids show coming to this station! Don’t forget to stay tuned for more information about this delightful children’s show! Now here is Phil Smith with the latest colony news!”

The orange was still on floor but I ignored it, I was too busy laughing like mad over that little clip, “MS Joe? Where the hell did they come up with that crap?! Next thing you know they’ll be making shows with big gay looking purple dinosaurs and their little dino pals!”

Still laughing over the idiocy of some children shows I reached for my neglected orange, it looked as if the fall to the floor hadn’t damaged it so it was still edible. Glancing towards the screen I watched good old Phil Smith, “And today in the local news prison escapee Hilde Schbieker has yet to be apprehended, the authorities are now offering a reward for any hints of her whereabouts, if you see or know anything please notify your local authorities immediately.” Snorting I turned off the TV command on the laptop, put it on the bed and quickly finished off my orange.

With a huff I sat on the edge of the bed, I would have liked to make another late night visit to the hospital but tonight was reserved for other activities, I had learned early on that if you couldn’t find information on the net the next best place was always a seedy bar where drunks tended to get loose lipped around pretty girls. Meaning I would have to dress in a less than conservative manner, in other words lots of skin would need to be shown.

Shit, leave it to me not to have picked up any skanky clothes at the market yesterday.

I really, really did not feel like doing any sort of shopping today. Improvising was one of my stronger points of course, but I simply did not have anything I could mix and match that would be revealing enough, damn.

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I basically had the entire day off to plan and do whatever I wanted to, sweet. So what do I do in my free time? Plan, prepare, and shop for hooker clothes, boy aren’t I a fun person? Doing what I do best I plopped down on my ass on the bed and set to thinking about what I would tonight, first off it would be a good idea to record all conversations that I would have, that way I could always go over them later and pick up anything I might have missed the first time around. Building another little toy would take up some of my time, the only problem was recorders often held a measure of bulk so I would have to make something other than a recorder to wear, I needed something tiny and inconspicuous, something that wouldn’t make a bulge under any of my clothes.

What I could do was build a little microtransmitter that would send everything to my laptop to be recorded, stored, and listened to later on. Microtransmitters were good to use, they were often extremely tiny so they could be easily concealed on a body, and they were more sound sensitive than recorders, they picked up sounds that recorders tended to miss on occasion.

Damn I’m a little genius.

Looks like I’d be sorting through my tangle of wires again, of course wireless microtransmitters were so easy that a rookie could make ‘em in no time flat. After several minutes of fiddling with the wires I had what I needed set aside and began the construction process. I would have to set the radio frequency of the transmitter so that it d what it sent would be picked up to my laptop and sent no where else, so I would have to create a new radio frequency channel and adapt my laptop so it would be able to pick it up from any distance.

Within an hour I had managed to assemble the transmitter, after putting on the final touches and setting it to a new radio frequency I was done with it, it was about the size of a quarter. The beauty of microtransmitters was that they could be easily concealed or even disguised, by covering them with a little extra metal or aluminum foil put it on a ribbon and that result was a kickass piece of jewelry. Covering it with metal wouldn’t hamper its sound collection capabilities and it would be in the perfect position for picking up all conversations within its wide range.

Setting the laptop to match the microtransmitters frequency was a piece of cake, there was already a radio channel program in the memory and I simply had to punch in some commands and tweak it to pick up the right frequencies.

Doing a trail run I spoke into the transmitter, “Testing, testing, so on and so forth, testing, testing.” Staring at the sound monitor on the screen I watched the little sound wave bars go up and down as it picked up on and recorded my words, below the little frequency box with the bar the words picked up were put to text: ‘testing, testing, so on and so forth, testing, testing…’
Perfect.

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Settling the clothing affair was in reality a bit more difficult then assembling my electronics, I would actually have to get my lazy butt out of the hotel room and to a store, lucky for me Duo and I had, had some interesting fetishes when we were together and I clearly remembered a few of the stores we had visited and their locations. First, there was ‘Up, up, up & Off’,  ‘S and M warehouse’, and ‘Sex ‘R Us’. The Up, up, up & Off would be the best place to go shopping, I didn’t need the S and M materials or condoms not to mention Up, up, up & Off sold some really skanky clothes at good prices, they had pleather, leather, spandex, vinyl, and god knows what else, perfect.

Looking down at myself I realized I was still in my underwear, I would have to get dressed before I could go out of course. With a quick hop I was off the lumpy bed and across the room at my clothes cache pulling out my clothes for today. I decided on the camouflage pants and the black leather vest, I might as well look somewhat slutty when I go there, they tend not to try and rip you off when you look like you know what you’re buying. Slipping on the clothes I left all but two buttons on the vest undone and put my bra on the floor. I laced up the combat boots, left my wild hair hanging down, and grabbed the door and motorcycle keys on my way out.

Getting on the cycle I revved it up and headed off towards the store, I better pick up more than one little ‘outfit’ to be on the safe side, not to mention as much as I do like shopping I really don’t want to go at it on a daily basis. As I drove I thought about which bar I would have to go to, unfortunately I didn’t know which one and L2 definitely wasn’t lacking when it came to bars, there were too damned many of them. I could put in a visit to the local gun shop later on though and put on a radical act, most of the time idiot guys who knew where the shit was hung out there, and if I put on a convincing radical, peace-hater act they would probably tell me a bar to go to where I could get more of the info I would need. The stupidity and loose mouths of men have never ceased to amaze me at times.

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Once at the delightful little slut shop I put on a sexy strut and made my way through the doors, if I looked like I knew what I was doing the annoying sales people would leave me alone and I could get my shopping down quicker. Picking up one of the little shopping baskets I ignored the spandex and the vinyl and headed straight towards the leather section, leather was always a good, heavy-duty turn on. Walking among the racks of leather clothes I quickly spotted a top the caught my eyes, making my way towards it I studied the top.

It was black leather, of course, and more like a vest then a top, unlike the vest I was wearing though this one would stop right under my breasts, the front was laced up the whole way and was guaranteed to give me a bit of a boost, and it was strapless, I had to admit I liked it, I liked it a lot. To my absolute delight there were matching black leather pants too, the pants would ride very low on my hips, and the laces that were on the front of the top were repeated down the entire sides of both legs showing strips of flesh, instead of zippers or buttons to hold the pants closed there were more laces that would stop my above my crotch and when pulled tight enough hold the pants closed. Smiling happily I picked up my first outfit and put them in the basket.

Walking among the racks again I wandered my eyes around for outfit number two. Next I saw a leather skirt that was cute, upon a closer examination of the skirt I realized that it would stop about five inches under my butt, on the front there were slits on each side that stopped high on my thighs, this allowed movement and showed plenty of thigh and an almost teasing view of ass when walking. The skirt joined the top and pants in the basket. Now all I needed was a top to go that too. A few racks away I spied a leather piece that resembled a string bikini top, two tiny little leather triangles and a bunch of leather strings made it up, this would go perfectly with the skirt if I could find a long sleeved black mesh top to go with it, I would also have to pick up some fishnet tights, some leather boots wouldn’t hurt either. I’d have to remember to pick those up after I finished in the leather section.

I figured one more outfit would fill out my needs pretty well, looking around I stayed away from pants and skirts this time, after all variety was the spice of life.
Viewing the various articles of leather clothing I considered about what could make up the final outfit shorts maybe or perhaps a little dress would do nicely. After sorting through the racks and debating with myself I settled on a mini dress, the dress would end a few inches below ass, it cut low in the front, my chest would probably be precariously close to falling out when I wore it, there was an oval like hole where my stomach would be, it would show of my tight tummy pretty well. It joined the others in the basket.

With the leather articles taken care of I could pick a mesh top to go with the bikini top, some fishnets, sexy boots and maybe a thong, then I could head out.
In the shoe and accessory section I found the fishnets, and some knee high, zip up boots. The underwear section was farther to the back and I picked up two black lace thongs to wear with the outfits, after all I didn’t want to have panty lines when I went out. I found the perfect long sleeved mesh top near the front of the store and then I was ready to pay and go. After paying cash for my purchases I picked up the bags and went back out to my motorcycle, I could stash these in my hotel room and head back out to the nearest gun shop, if I was lucky some idiot could tell me a good bar to get information.

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Once in the motel room, I laid my new clothes out on the bed, and put on my leather gloves. I studied myself in the mirror for a moment, with the camouflage pants, the black tank top, and the leather gloves I looked pretty much like an outsider, with a little bit of good acting, I would be the perfect radical, the perfect person who hated peace and loved violence. Grabbing the rubber band off the dresser I put my hair up, stuck a cigarette behind my ear, and then shoving my .44 into the waistband of my pants headed out the door once more.

I pulled my bike to a screeching halt outside of the gun shop, the magnum’s butt was showing only a little bit, it would give a good impression, with a slight stomp in my walk I shoved the door to the shop open and walked in. With a scowl on my face I walked to the counter and up to the fat, greasy man behind it.
“I need two packs of hollow tips for a .44 Magnum, a Derringer and some ammo to go with that too.” I spoke abruptly and kept my eyes narrowed I also nodded to a nasty looking black boot knife that was on the wall behind the counter, “I want that boot knife too.”

The greasy man flashed me a smile, showing me a gold tooth, and a few missing teeth as well, “Sure honey, I got whatever you need, ‘cuse me for saying so but you seem mighty angry for being such a pretty little thing.”

Raising an eyebrow I gave him a haughty look, “Look mister, I ain’t angry, I just need to pick up some stuff and leave.”

“Sure thing sugar,” with a wink he turned and yelled, “Hey Matty! Get me two boxes of hollow tips for a .44, a Derringer and some Derringer ammo on the double!” He turned back to me and gave me his gap toothed smile again, “Hollow tips huh? Those things do a shit load of damage honey ‘specially in a .44.”
I gave him a cruel smile, “Yeah I know, that’s why I want them.”

Wiping off the glass counters that displayed the guns, I noticed a change in his body and a new little gleam in his eye; I do believe I had found my idiot.
“So honey, did you hear about the Vice Foreign Minister? A shame ain’t it?”

Snorting in disgust I looked him right in the eye, “Yeah, it’s a damn shame alright, she hasn’t died yet.”

The gleam in his eyes seemed to grow as he smiled as me even more, “So you’re one of those people who don’t worship at the Lady’s feet now do you?”
“One of them? Shit, I figured I was the only one; every one seems intents on kissing the little queen’s ass 24-7. How about you? Are you one of those ass kissers?” I put a taunting tone into my voice as I talked to him.

Laughing the greasy man shook his head, “Damn you’re a little spitfire aren’t you now? Why would I be an asskisser sugar? Ever since her and her little peace talks came around I can barely stay in business anymore, hell everyone’s trying to close me down now.” A spiteful look was in his eye as he spoke of his gun shop’s failing business.

Giving a bark of laughter I spoke again, “Well mister it’s a damned shame about that. Ever since she came along with her little peace this and peace that shit I can’t even get a decent fight out of anyone anymore, it’s pretty damned boring these days.”

At that moment a boy who looked to be all of 12 or 13 walked out from the backroom holding a few boxes.

“Ahh, here’s Matty with your stuff ma’am.” Grabbing the boxes from the boy he waved his free hand at him, “Alright Matty git on back to the storage room now!”
Watching until the boy was out of sight the man dug into his back pocket, pulled out a card, and handed it to me, “Here you go sugar, this might help out your disposition a bit, go there tonight around midnight and ask for a guy called Brick, he might have what you looking for.”

Looking down at the card, I read off the name, “The Blackroom?”

“It’s a bar in the red-light section, has the best damned tequila on L2.”

“So I’m supposed to go talk to this Brick guy huh? And tell me mister what is it that you seem to think I’m looking for.”

With that grease man winked at me, “Action babe, pure action.” Turning around he pulled the black boot knife off the wall and stuck it into the boxes holding the gun and ammo he then handed me the boxes.

Handing him some money, “Thanks mister, take care of yourself,” I turned and walked out of the shop. I strapped the boxes to the back of my bike I climbed on and turned it on.

I had been right plenty of idiots with the information I needed.

With a grin at my little victory I sped back towards the motel.

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Back at the motel, I put my magnum and the extra ammo I had bought for it with the ammo I had bought the other day. I had bought the Derringer for a reason; Magnums were huge guns and would easily spotted if I wore it with the leather clothes. Derringers on the other hand were tiny little guns that could fit into the palm of a hand, they were easily hidden and packed quite a punch, the only problem was that they held only two rounds at a time, but if I strapped the boot knife to my leg or put it in one of my boots I would have enough to sufficiently protect myself should anything go wrong. It was only 5 in the afternoon so I had some time to kill, I could take a shower, get a nap, and read some more of those damned files, I could probably finish those up in about two more reading sessions.

Stripping the clothes from my body I walked into the tiny bathroom. Turning the faucet hot water poured out.

Good, I could get a decent shower in today.

Turning the water as hot as it could I stood still as the bathroom filled with steam, with a deep breath I walked under the hot, steamy spray and sighed in pleasure as the hot drops beat down on my body. I leaned against the shower wall and stayed like that; content to let the scorching water pelt my body and turn my skin red it was relaxing. My forehead was against the tile of the wall and my eyes closed, even though I had been showering alone since Relena’s attack I still was not used to it, Duo and I had always showered together, the intimacy of showering together had always seemed so special to me, not to mention sex in the shower is damned good.

Damnit, tears were streaming down my face, the memories had once again torn me apart. Leaning more heavily against the wall I slid down the tile and onto the floor. The water continued to hammer on my body as I pulled up my knees and buried my face in them. Hell I was a mess, on my ass in the shower crying. Dear God it hurt so bad, seeing Duo last night and not being able to tell him who I was and that I was ok only managed to eat at me more, it made the pain worse.

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I had been in the shower for about an hour still crying and at the same time washing myself, I was still upset but at least the tears had stopped. Looking at my watch it was about 6:30 and I was exhausted from my newest crying bout, it’s amazing how a few tears can make a person so exhausted. Pulling out my laptop and booting it up I turned on the alarm clock feature. Remembering last time I set the alarm to play some music and set it for 9 that would leave me three hours to read at least a few of the files and get ready for my little bar act I would be putting on.

With a fatigued sigh I fell back onto the bed. My tired body and wounded emotional state helped me to fall asleep almost instantly.

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A few hours later Three Doors Down and their song Kryptonite woke me up from a deep dreamless slumber. Yawning I rolled out of bed, I had been sleeping too damned much lately, I couldn’t figure out why I was so tired, come to think of it I had been really sleepy for about a month, must be my hormones acting funky.
With some hot water from the bathroom sink I prepped one of the Cup of Noodles things and had myself a nice little dinner. Chewing the noodles I typed some commands onto the laptop and brought up the OZ files. Determined, I ate my food and embarked on some heavy-duty file reading.

Only thirty minutes later I had found a file that caught my interest, hell it was about me, it was a small typed memo the only name on the whole thing though was mine. In a murmuring tone I read the file out loud, “Best candidate for Project 02053; Cadet Hilde Schbieker, top marks in all classes, shows extremely high intelligence, remarkable reflexes, a natural ability with mobile suits, weapons and fighting. Cadet Schbieker is the top choice and recommended candidate for this position. Cadet has been transferred to the base, unknowing of the possible position. Awaiting instructions for commencement.”

After days of reading I finally had a name I could search for through files and even the net, project 02053. With a new sense of hope I tackled the task of reading the files with a bit more gusto. By ten o’ clock all I had found were some grounds plans for the facility I had been trained in, they were plans for a building with a built in gym, obstacle course, all the little things needed to teach someone to be a weapon. It was time to for me to get ready, I wanted to get to the bar by at least 11:30, I wanted to be there early so I could check out what was the scene at the bar.

Shutting down the laptop, I threw away the empty Cup of Noodles cup and stretched out my back, time to start getting ready. I assumed that tonight the best outfit for me to wear would be the leather pants and vest like outfit I had bought, I could wear my combat boots with that, and I could load the boot knife into them. The derringer I could bind to the inside of my thigh, the pants would be tight but not so tight that the tiny gun would not be able to avoid being seen.

Shifting through my newest shopping treasures I pulled out a black lace thong, no bra would be worn tonight. Putting the thong on I took remnants of the black sleeve I had butchered a few nights ago and quickly fashioned it into a strap that would securely hold the derringer to my thigh, I stood up, “Shit!” The gun was beyond uncomfortable and I realized it would be more noticeable than I had thought, I would have to just make due with the boot knife, to even it out a bit and make up for the derringer I would bring my lock back knife with me too.

I picked up the lace up vest and quickly put it on, I had been right, when the laces were pulled tight my cleavage got a nice boost, even though I didn’t really need a boost it made a nice effect. Next I put on the matching pants, there weren’t all that easy to slip into and unlike what I had predicted they fit me like a second skin, surprisingly there weren’t that hard to move around in. The laces up the sides of both legs gave tantalizing views of the side of my legs, and the top exposed my flat stomach. I looked like a skank, much to my delight.

The combat boots came on next; sitting on the bed I tugged the boots on. I inserted the boot knife into one of the boots and the lock back went into the other, with the done I pulled the laces tight. The dark combat boots looked good with the leather pants and added a bit of danger to my hooker look, if I was prostitute than I was tough one. The microtransmitter on the black strip of cloth went around my neck and the black leather gloves went on my hands. Looking into the mirror I decided to leave my hair down, walking over to my laptop I typed in some commands and activated the radio frequency program, it would now pick up any and all conversations that went on around me and would store them for me to later review. With that laptop taken care of I picked up my keys and headed out of the motel room, I was ready to go.

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I was at the bar by 11:30 sharp, it was a pretty dingy sight from the parking lot, the neon lights advertising ‘The Blackroom’ were constantly flickering as if they would lose power and go out at any minute. The parking lot itself was completely gravel, littered with broken alcohol bottles of all sorts, it seemed like trash cans were alien to this place. The only real worry I had was the possibility of someone stealing my bike, however I wasn’t too worried, to make myself worry a little less I removed the spark plug from the bike and stuck it in the boot with the lock back in it. They could try to roll it out but most car and bike thieves are too damned lazy to do that.

With a sexy little strut I made my way into the front door. The bar was hazy from the large amounts of cigarettes, cigars, and god knows what else that the people smoked. The entire bar stank of alcohol, stale cigarettes, and even piss. It was beyond nasty, the floor was covered with wood shavings, beer bottle caps and cigarette butts. Not only were trashcans alien I guess brooms were too. Several whistles and various other catcalls followed me as I made my way to the bar; I dainty climbed up onto a stool and straddled it putting both elbows on the small wooden bar in front of me.

The bartender was a cute man about my age, walking over to me he gave me a sexy smile, “Hey cutie, what can I do for you tonight?” It seemed that he was talking to my cleavage.

Narrowing my eyes I put one hand under his chin forcing his head up so he was looking directly into my face, “I want a whiskey straight up, and do me a favor babe don’t talk to the boobs ‘cause as far as I know they don’t talk back and never will.”

Chuckling at my words he prepped my drink and slid it over in front of me, “So what’s your name sweetheart? I would definitely remember seeing a face as cute as yours.”

Hell, I had already given Duo a fake name might as well stick with it, “The name’s Jade, and you?”

“I’m Cain, you want anything else sweetheart and I mean anything,” A wink punctuated this statement, “then you just let me know and I’ll take care of it.” With that Cain walked away to serve the other customers at the bar.

I sat at the bar and nursed my drink, I didn’t plan on having more than one, I probably wouldn’t even finish the one in front of me, I needed to be clearheaded while I was at the bar. As I sipped my whiskey I felt a hand make its way around my waist, turning I came face to face with a pair of dark brown eyes, the scent of whiskey and beer were in the man’s breath as he spoke to me.

“Hey babe, you must be a newcomer.”

“True that, this is my first time here. Something wrong with that?” There was no way in hell that I was going to put on a little innocent act, by damned I was going to act like a hardcore, hard-ass bitch.

“Well sweetheart, some of us old-timers here have a little thing we like to do, we like to initiate the new girls that come around every now and then.” His hand went down from my waist and down to my thigh, slowly his hand started to travel between my thighs.

With a speed and strength that left the ‘old-timer’ surprised I grabbed the offending hand and yanked it off me, “Listen asshole, keep the hands off or I break a finger or a wrist. Got that?” My fingers tightened on the pressure points on the man’s wrist, it wouldn’t bruise him but it would feel like I was about to tear the damned hand off.

“Shit, shit, shit!” His face turned a pasty white color when my fingers squeezed, “Damned bitch!”

“No, no, no mister, I don’t want a scene. But from now on you keep your dirty little hands to yourself. Do we have an understanding?” To accentuate my point I put more pressure onto the points my fingers were over.

“Y-yes!! Now get the hell off me.” He was almost about to fall onto his knees from the pain.

Emitting a disgusted snort I threw the hand away from me and snickered as I watched the beaten man walk away with hunched shoulders, muttering as he rubbed on his throbbing wrist.

“Pansy assed wimp.” Shaking my head I turned back to the bar to see Cain smiling at me.

“That was pretty impressive Jade, not many women have enough guts to tell old Frank no.”

“Yeah well maybe it was time someone did.” Sipping my whiskey a bit more I breathed in as it burned its way down my throat. Turning my eyes to Cain I decided to take the plunge, “Listen Cain I’m looking for a guy named Brick. You ever heard of him?” As I talked I moved my arms subtly so my cleavage was a bit more visible, not that it hadn’t been already.

“Brick? Yeah sure, hell everyone here knows Brick; he’s one bad motherfucker.  As a matter of fact he should be right over…” Whatever Cain was about to say was cut off by the crash of a man being thrown across the room and into one of the little tables decorating the bar floor.

The guy who hit the table was up in a flash, anger obvious on his face, moving my head I turned to see who was the recipient of that livid glare, across the bar stood a man who had to be almost seven feet tall. With widened eyes I took in this new guy, hell he looked like he could lift an outhouse simply for the hell of it.
With a nod Cain pointed to the giant, “That’s Brick.”

“Thanks Cain,” Flashing him a sultry smile I started walking, whiskey in hand towards the direction of the man named Brick. I decided to not move in completely until Brick was finished taking care of the other guy, I could get an impression of how he fought. I went halfway across the room and sat astride another stool, lifting the shot glass to my lips I observed the event in front of me.

“Damn you Brick! You son of a bitch! I’m gonna kill your ass!” The enraged man who had so recently flown across the bar yanked out a switchblade.
In a deep, throaty voice Brick responded, “You’re more than welcome to try Rudy, but your ass won’t get too far before it’s broken.” With a smirk he motioned Rudy on with his enormous, scarred hands.

Giving a roar Rudy charged with the switchblade in hand, before he could even make a slash at Brick, he was lifted and thrown through yet another table. Moaning Rudy rolled along the floor obviously in pain, “Damn you…” With a desperate motion he threw the knife at Brick who dodged it by moving his head to the side.
“Now, now Rudy you got to better than that,” Wrapping his hand around the knife’s handle he yanked it out of the wall it had been buried in and tossed it with brutal ease as he stared at Rudy.

“Oh god Brick, oh dear god, don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me.” Pulling himself away from Brick still on the floor Rudy resorted to begging.
“Now Rudy I could have sworn that you just said you were going to kill me,” With a barely perceptible flick of his wrist the switchblade was suddenly buried to the hilt in Rudy’s thigh.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!” The once tough Rudy was on the floor sobbing; no longer trying to crawl away he was bent over the wounded thigh.

Brick sauntered forward, casually he grabbed knife, wrenched it roughly out of Rudy’s thigh and threw it across the floor where it landed at my booted feet. Reaching forward Brick wrapped his hands around Rudy’s neck and broke it.

Narrowing my eyes at the scene, I quickly stretched down snatching the switchblade off the floor. Smiling to myself I continued to straddle the stool whirling the knife in my hand with practiced simplicity, knives had always been somewhat of a specialty of mine, of course I had always had a sort of specialty with every type of weapon I had ever used.

Lifting my head I noted that Brick’s eyes were now focused on me, or to be more precise the switchblade I now twirled in my hands. Stopping the spinning knife I raised my free hand motioned him over with a finger. With a raised eyebrow he obeyed my summons and strolled on over to the stool I occupied, dragging a stool near mine he sat down and gazed at me.

“You need something honey?”

“Yeah, as a matter of fact I do,” beginning to whirl the knife once again I nodded over to the dead body sprawled out on the floor, “Nice little display that was, you do that often?”

“Not often enough sweetheart,” With a flirting smile he reached toward the moving knife, making a grab for it. Snickering at his attempt I moved the knife out of his reach before his hands were even close enough to touch it.

I watched in delight as his eyes widened in surprise at my swiftness, “Uh uh Brick, it’s mine now. Ever heard of finder’s keepers?”
“Yeah but that knife belonged to Rudy over there.”

With a bark of laughter I indicated Rudy’s body with my free hand, “Well Brick,” stressing his name in a mocking, “it don’t look like Rudy’s gonna be needing it anymore. But that’s beyond the point, I need something you have.”

“Really? Well normally I don’t screw chicks in the middle of the bar but I’m more than willing to experiment with you if you’re that eager.”

Inwardly I snorted, yeah right buddy sorry but hell hasn’t frozen over yet. Unfortunately I couldn’t say that, instead I settled for a sexy little grin, “I’m not talking about that, well not yet anyway. I was told to come over here and talk to you.”

“Really? Well now, I’m gonna have to ask who told you to come and talk to me.” Folding his arms across his wide chest Brick gave me a suspicious look.
Reaching into my cleavage, I pulled out the card that the guy in the gun shop had given me, “Some greasy ass man at the local gun shop told me that I should come talk to you.” I handed him the card.

“Greasy Pete?”

Damn that name was beyond fitting.

“I guess he never bothered to tell me his name. Care to tell me why he told me to talk to you?”

“I’ll tell you but first you gotta make me want to tell ya babe.”

Damn I hate having to act like a slut, dressing like one is one thing, actually having to do a little bit of action pisses me off beyond belief, that didn’t matter though, I sucked in my disgust hopped off the stool and straddled him instead. He definitely wasn’t what I would call a comfortable seat.

His nostrils flared at my swift action and his eyes narrowed in lust, I could feel a bulge growing right between my legs where I straddled him. Regrettably for him, not that he knew it yet, I was anything but turned on, hell this man disgusted me, the only guy who managed to turn me on was Duo and Duo he was not. Brick’s hands moved down to my lower hips and gripped tightly as he pulled me harder against his growing erection.

“So Brick, why would greasy Pete tell me to come to you?” Putting my hands on his chest I sensuously moved them down to his lower abdomen to the point just above his erection.

“Pete must have thought you’d be interested in joining our little organization. You a solider lady?”

Moving my mouth to just near his ear I whispered, “I used to be one Brick, I was damned good solider too. Unfortunately times have changed and there’s nothing for hardcore soldiers like me to do anymore,” I allowed my voice to darken with anger, “They used us to fight their fucking war and then suddenly they want nothing to do with us anymore, they cast us aside and shun the actions we did during the war that they ordered us to. Those assholes need to learn that they can’t discard us like trash they don’t want anymore.” I arched my body against his, damn this was sickening, and when I got home I was going to have to give myself a shower for a few hours to get the feeling of this guy off me.

“Damn straight. You’ve got one hell of a point,” Brick shifted as his erection grew till he was completely hard.
Looking down at his apparent state of arousal I laughed softly, “So do you.”

With a groan Brick talked again, “We’re part of an organization called ‘Assassins’ after all that’s what we are. You should come to our next meeting.”
“You know I think I will, when is it?”

“Uh,” Brick groaned again at his painful arousal, “We’re meeting night after tomorrow night, we meet at an underground place beneath Pete’s shop, starts at 10 sharp. Don’t be late.”

Having got what I wanted I prepped for what I would hate to do, leaning forward I grabbed Brick’s face between my hands and kissed him full on the mouth giving him the benefit of tongue and all, damn I think I would have to cut my tongue off when I was done with this shit.

His hands tightened even more against my thighs as he pulled me tighter to him. Pulling back I looked into his pleasure fogged eyes and slid off his lap. Smiling at Brick I blew him a kiss.

“I’ll see you there Brick,” I gave him a wink, “Maybe after the meeting you’ll get lucky.” Turning around I sauntered off and made my way out of the bar.
Out in the parking lot I got on my bike and screeched out of the gravel and onto the road towards the motel.  Amazing how I had gotten all the information I needed in under 2 hours, I was a bit disappointed I kind of wanted a good barroom brawl, I hadn’t been in one of those for some time.

As soon as I got into my room the clothes I had been wearing were tossed across the room and onto the floor, stripping as I went I made my way towards the bathroom, I needed to shower again, after touching Brick I felt beyond nasty.

Stepping into the shower I turned the spray on rubbed soap all over my body. Over and over I soaped myself down trying to wash off the feel from touching Brick. I scrubbed my skin until it was red from my hard rubbing. When I got into the shower I went over to the sink and began to brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth, I repeated this process over and over as well. Sometimes you had to do what needed to be done no matter how much it repulsed you.

Back in the room I glared down at the thong I had thrown off, how people could stand to wear those things and walk around with a string constantly sticking up their asses was completely beyond my understanding. I pulled on a pair of comfortable underwear, a tank top and lay down on the bed.

I lay there for a few hours staring at the ceiling, I don’t know when I fell asleep but eventually I did, the darkness overtook my tired mind and I slipped into a dreamless, dark sleep.