The Branded Hunters Trilogy: The Masked Musician (On Hold)

Chapter 3: When Two Bounty Hunters Meet

I threw my backpack at the backseat and hopped into my red E350 convertible cabriolet. I put my hands on the steering wheel and gave out a sigh. Oh how I love my car. When I was out looking for a car, Fidget ran to this car. And I knew this was the one. After a few jobs, I could finally afford this car. It's sleek figure, lovely red color, powerful motor, it was like love at first sight.

Fidget hopped on the door and landed on the seat next to me. I tossed him a piece of beef jerky. He ate it in a couple of bites, then curled up to take a nap.

I scoffed, "You're going to make me drive alone, Fidge? Fine, but I'm playing the radio."

I looked to my right, and I saw the Hollywood sign. It still stands proudly on the mountain side. America is so different, it's America's Medieval period. What's with all this medieval thing going around?

The president had the thought that's it's best to rule the land from before. Conquer lands and so on, with that he had his family become the royal family. The title of President is passed down to father to the first born son. The title currently is held to Samuel Nicholson, his great grandfather was the one who thought of this medieval thing. President Samuel's title will be passed down to his son Austin, he's I think a year older than me, 20.

I arrived at LAX and went into the parking lot. I'm puting my car in the long-term parking facility. I rubbed Fidget's head and he slowly woked up. He climbed up my shoulder and yawned cutely. I put my car's roof up and locked the doors. I gave the guy my keys and payed him the amount for how long I was going to leave her, my car I meant. I headed into the airport. People were buzzing in and out the doors, going to place where they needed to go. It was total chaos. I hated it, that's why I never like the busy city. I think everything should be slow, people should take their time.

I sighed and bought Fidget's and my tickets.

"ID, please ma'm," the attendent said.

"Yeah sure." I handed her my ID.

She scanned it. "Melody Richards, you sound kind of familiar."

I chuckled nervously. "I get that a lot."

"Yes, yes I'm sure you do."

She returned my card and I gave me the tickets. If she put two and two together, Richardson to Richards she could have called in the police.

In case you were wondering, house-broken pets are allowed to sit in the plane if you have the money. I whistled a tune that came to my head, a slow and peaceful one. People who passed me started to slow down, become more calm. I smiled, I love it when I do this. I like to change people moods to happier ones, if people know what I did, they would thank me. If the knew who I was, they would hate me on the spot. 

I gave in our tickets and went into the terminal. Goodbye Los Angeles, hellooo Miami.

We arrived at about 6 p.m at Miami, Florida. I booked a 5-star hotel that's pretty close to the beach. I changed to some warmer clothes since it's late July. I changed into some denim short shorts and a grey cameo tank top with strappy gladiator sandals. I put my violin into it's felt violin case, and slung it over my shoulder.

"Ready to go, Fidge?"

Fidget stretched, and yipped. He climbed up me and sat on my shoulder, like he always does. 

I walked out of the hotel, heading for the beach. It's really hot, maybe I should have brought my swimsuit. I should probably go back to get it in my room.

"Miss!" Someone called me.

I turned and saw a mounted policeman come to me. He got off his horse and nodded to me. The police wore more protective armor like in the medieval time. But President Samuel didn't want the police to go bulking around in some heavy armor. So he had the armor made with a light, but strong material. And it was embroidered with the U.S.A colors.