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Driving down town, I call the one person I hate, I mean hate as in I'll prefer to die than stay in the same room as her. "Hello?" She questions, not recognizing the number "Hello?"
"...Wow your voice has changed a lot." I realize the difference in her voice, there's more... authority?
"Sky I'm-"
"First off I don't want a stupid apology and second its Skyler to you, you lost the privilege of that name ages ago." I spit back, voice full of nothing but spite.
She huffs before talking "What do you want Skyler?"
"What I want is a lot, but for now I want you, Stan and your CIA Assassin to stay out the way." I warn.
"I can't do that." She retaliates.
"Oh, but you can, and you will, because this is something a lot bigger than you think it is." I vaguely explain.
"First, I want you to lay low for my assassin to get what we need, then maybe I'll think about." The woman on the other end tries to negotiate.
"Kennedy, it doesn't work like that, what I say goes. If anyone gets in my way, I will not spare their life... I don't think you want all of those lives on your hands now? Do you?" I speak in a threatening but humorous way.
"No." She sternly speaks, trying not to give me the satisfaction of me being right.
"Good, and Irene... if it's you that decides to get in the way. I'll kill you too." I warn in a dangerous tone.
"Is that a threat?" She questions incredulously.
"No... it was a promise." I hung up before she could talk, then scrolling through my contacts to find Zane.
"Where am I meeting you?... oh, random question, is it still a murder if I give them a heads up?" I rhetorically ask, knowing the answer.
"That's called a threat. Meet me at Safe House Two, I'll see you in a bit yeah?" He simply states, moving on quickly.
Interesting, why the Safe House and not the hotel? I question to myself.
"Damn, I won't be long." I curse to myself, still in deep thought, not realizing that I was going to go straight into the car in front of me.
"FIGILO DI PUTTANA!" I scream quickly, pressing my foot down with much force on the brakes. (motherfucker)
"LEARN HOW TO DRIVE BITCH!" A screeching voice screams, directing his new found anger at me.
"Oh, you wanna be rude? Okay, I see" I snap, grabbing the gun out of the glove department and marching my way over to the yellow mini.
I get to the side window and knock, waiting for them to face me. The person rolls down their window and finally turns their head my way, his face drops at the sight of the gun resting on their temple.
"Got anything to say... No? That's okay, not everyone does these days." I laugh in fake disbelief.
Walking away from the shocked man that looks like he pissed himself, I step back in the car I stole, and drive passed, but not without shooting his tires.
Culo (ass)
"I'm back!" I sing out walking into the safe house.
"Okay do you want the good news or bad- you've looked better. What happened?" Zane questions, not passing up the chance to attack my appearance.
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