Jamaica
June 30, 11:34 EST
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stechpalme, holly yawned and stretched her arms. The warm sun was heating her face and arms. She tossed the covers off and smiled sleepily. She was still in her tank-top and close-cropped shorts.
The door to the apartment open and stechpalme, holly jerked awake. Without making a sound, she reached for the gun she stored under her bed--
--to realize she wasn't in her bed. Holly's body braced itself as she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She felt someone walk close to her and she swung her hand.
Bryson dodged and backed up, hands in the air like he was surrendering, dropping the groceries onto the floor. "Whoah! Whoah!"
"Sorry," stechpalme, holly said, sitting up and dropping her hand. She glanced around. "Where--?"
"My apartment." Bryson smirked.
"We didn't--"
"No." Bryson sagte reassuringly. "You fell asleep on the strand and I didn't know where Du stayed so..."
stechpalme, holly smiled. "Thanks." she glanced at the sun. "What time is it?"
"Around 11." Bryson said, glancing at his watch. "I didn't want to wake you."
"Gazing at the peaceful cute girl?" stechpalme, holly asked teasingly.
Bryson blushed. "I'm....gonna go put these groceries up."
stechpalme, holly smirked.
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New York City
June 30, 12:12 EST
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Sam grabbed the backpack and walked out the door, shoving weapons and grenades in it. He heard quiet crying and froze. Less than five feet away from him, sitting on the stairs in ratty jeans and a T-Shirt was Handsik's daughter, crying. Sam mentally cursed himself for being so careless. It had been happening a lot Mehr frequently since stechpalme, holly had left.
Sam shoved the rest of the weapons into his backpack and walked over. The brunette saw him and her eyes widened in shock. She stood up and ran towards her door. Sam stopped and called out to her. The girl slowly stopped and tried to recompose herself before turning around.
"Are...you okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Fine." the girl replied. "I'm sorry to disturb Du Mr. Grant."
Sam knew she hated the line. He could see it in her eyes.
"You didn't." He lied. "I was just on my way to a boring stock meeting, Du helped." Mehr lies. 'Im on my way to my secret base across town to investigate an arms shipment probably run Von the same guy giving your dad venom.'
The girl smiled slightly. "I'm Robert Handsik's daughter, Von the way. Melody."
"Nice to meet you, Melody." Sam said. He shook her hand and felt dizzy for a second. Something...
"Are Du okay?" Melody asked with worry, watching the boy billionaire clutch his head.
"Yeah. Fine. Allergies." Sam smiled. "If Du need anything, let me know."
'What the hell am I doing?'
"Thanks," Melody replied.
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New York City
June 30, 23:47 EST
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"Freeze, creep!"
The man, still screaming, ran down the row of boxes. Revenge sighed and shot a bullet into his ankle. The man screamed and fell, clutching his foot. The scream was loud and long. Revenge reveled in it.
The man continued to scream as Revenge walked over to him and knocked him out.
June 30, 11:34 EST
--------------------------------*
stechpalme, holly yawned and stretched her arms. The warm sun was heating her face and arms. She tossed the covers off and smiled sleepily. She was still in her tank-top and close-cropped shorts.
The door to the apartment open and stechpalme, holly jerked awake. Without making a sound, she reached for the gun she stored under her bed--
--to realize she wasn't in her bed. Holly's body braced itself as she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She felt someone walk close to her and she swung her hand.
Bryson dodged and backed up, hands in the air like he was surrendering, dropping the groceries onto the floor. "Whoah! Whoah!"
"Sorry," stechpalme, holly said, sitting up and dropping her hand. She glanced around. "Where--?"
"My apartment." Bryson smirked.
"We didn't--"
"No." Bryson sagte reassuringly. "You fell asleep on the strand and I didn't know where Du stayed so..."
stechpalme, holly smiled. "Thanks." she glanced at the sun. "What time is it?"
"Around 11." Bryson said, glancing at his watch. "I didn't want to wake you."
"Gazing at the peaceful cute girl?" stechpalme, holly asked teasingly.
Bryson blushed. "I'm....gonna go put these groceries up."
stechpalme, holly smirked.
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New York City
June 30, 12:12 EST
----------------------------------*
Sam grabbed the backpack and walked out the door, shoving weapons and grenades in it. He heard quiet crying and froze. Less than five feet away from him, sitting on the stairs in ratty jeans and a T-Shirt was Handsik's daughter, crying. Sam mentally cursed himself for being so careless. It had been happening a lot Mehr frequently since stechpalme, holly had left.
Sam shoved the rest of the weapons into his backpack and walked over. The brunette saw him and her eyes widened in shock. She stood up and ran towards her door. Sam stopped and called out to her. The girl slowly stopped and tried to recompose herself before turning around.
"Are...you okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Fine." the girl replied. "I'm sorry to disturb Du Mr. Grant."
Sam knew she hated the line. He could see it in her eyes.
"You didn't." He lied. "I was just on my way to a boring stock meeting, Du helped." Mehr lies. 'Im on my way to my secret base across town to investigate an arms shipment probably run Von the same guy giving your dad venom.'
The girl smiled slightly. "I'm Robert Handsik's daughter, Von the way. Melody."
"Nice to meet you, Melody." Sam said. He shook her hand and felt dizzy for a second. Something...
"Are Du okay?" Melody asked with worry, watching the boy billionaire clutch his head.
"Yeah. Fine. Allergies." Sam smiled. "If Du need anything, let me know."
'What the hell am I doing?'
"Thanks," Melody replied.
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New York City
June 30, 23:47 EST
---------------------------------*
"Freeze, creep!"
The man, still screaming, ran down the row of boxes. Revenge sighed and shot a bullet into his ankle. The man screamed and fell, clutching his foot. The scream was loud and long. Revenge reveled in it.
The man continued to scream as Revenge walked over to him and knocked him out.
