Beth !I wrote you your very own ficlet! Well you did tell me to! Where my
people meet your people.
It was a cold wet night, very dark and very cold. Icy and somewhat
trecherous. A dark figured slipped out of the shadows, wearing wraparound
sunglasses and carrying a forty eight. He was suspiciously pale, with eyes
the colour of cheap crystal, scarred across one cheek in a dangerous,
surprisingly hot way. Occasionally he shivers, then giggles. A second
figure glances up from across the street. He's slightly taller, blonder,
wider across the shoulder. He looks a lot like an underwear model gone bad.
He sets down his paper and meanders across to meet the first man.
They stare at each other for a moment, then flash ID badges, which both read
quite clearly 'Internal Fic Investigation'. The brunette glances up and down
the street. They nod,
"Agent S"
"Agent C" Agent S cracks his knuckles.
"You come alone?" Agent S hunkers forward.
"No cops just like your boss said" Agent C straightens, pulls on his
expensive jacket.
"The boss isn't happy, she don't like being made a fool out of" Agent C
shrugs.
"Bout time she learned who's top dog in this town" Agent C smirked, briefly
distracting Agent S, who cleared his throat.
"The big C she's gonna crack heads if the next part gets held off" Agent C
shrugs.
"You think that worries my boss?" he laughed throatily.
"She's being doing this before the Big C even learnt to spell 'Fic'"
Agent S snarls quietly but reaches into his coat. Agent C flinches, hand at
his waist in an instant.
"Geesh calm down" Agent S pulls out a folder marked 'Perpetual Motion'.
"This what your boss wants" a slow nod and Agent C's hand moves away from
his gun.
"She didn't shred it?" A snort from Agent S.
"You gotta be kidding, they all talk big to your Boss but deep down they're
all scared of her." Agent C nods again, in a slightly more respectful way.
"This goes no further, the Big C she don't wanna lose face after all."
Another nod, then a head tilt.
"Your boss she mentioned chains?" Agent C quirked an eyebrow.
"My Boss has a lot of friends" Agent S swallowed.
"Yeah I gotcha, so what about your end of the deal" Agent C pulled out his
own set of glasses, slipped them on.
"She'll get back to you" in a flash of light, the blonde agent vanished.
::feeling like Al Capone getting caught for tax evasion::
I did what you said now please please give Starearthangels fic back.
Corona (Really needs to go back to fairy tales)
Broken links or other errors can be sent to
Carrie. Suggestions are also welcome.