Lighting: Captain Boomerang

Contacting You

Ever wonder what's it's like to... FOR ONCE!... be minding your own business and then get snatched up?

IT'S FUCKING BULLSHIT! IT FEELS LIKE SHIT BECUASE IT IS SHIT AND I'M KINDA FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW CAUSE, I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING AND ITS DARK AND I CAN HERE THE WIND WHICH MEANS I'M IN THE AIR AND NOT IN THE GROUND.

OH I HOPE I DONT THROW UP IN THIS BAG.

But, on a more serious note; Why they put me in a bag? They better not kick me. On a second serious note; I brought a lot of food. Did they just leave that in the middle of the street? HOPE not that was thirty two dollars of good shit.

I stayed still the entire ride my arms got numb.

"Hey. Think she's up." I heard someone ask.

"Maybe."

I counted put ten seconds before deciding to have a little fun.

"OH Shit!"

I heard the familiar sounds of guns being cocked before laying back down.

"What the fuck?"

The ride of the ride was quiet and I felt eyes on my still body. When we moved I was picked up and carried. I heard yelling and stomping. The smell of fuel,dirt, and gun powder filled my nose.

"Who's this?" An accent asked moving closer to my bag blocking the Sun.

"Danm he's tall and he sounds hot. Or I'm just a sicker for the ones with accents" I thought.

"Carful with this one, Flag. She's a jumper."

"Open it." Another heavy accent said.

"Must be my lucky day. Accents all around... Accent day." I mused.

A switchblade clicked into place and bag started to tear. I relished the rays dancing on my skin before feeling my legs come back to life.

I pushed the sides of the bag away before stretching out. I leaned back until my finger med the bag under them, pulling the kinks out of my spine and showing off my flexibility just a little.

"Gentlemen, meet Gage a.k.a Jinx."

I squinted blocking the Sun from my face. Just as was originally suspected they were all cute.

I decided to play with them. I had to bite back the smile that dared to cross my lips.

"Haigh."I said waving to them. (Hello)

"Whoa what?"

"Tá brón orm. Fáth a bhfuil mé anseo? Bhí mé ag siopadóireacht agus tháinig na fir ó áit ar bith. drugged siad dom agus anois tá mé anseo ..." I spoke fast in my native tongue. (I'm Sorry. Why am I here? I was shopping and these men came from nowhere. They drugged me and now i'm here...)

"Cut the crap, Gage."

I bite my tongue and balled my fist before anyone could stop me I did a front flip and pouched him in his face.

"I told once too many times don't call me that." I hissed at the man on the ground.

"Jinx." My head snapped to the heavy country accent man. My eyes twisted to the tip of the gun gun pointed in my face.

"Stand down."

"I don't know where we're going but, he better not be coming with."

"My name is Rick Flag and you have been recuited to join a special team."

"More like forced." I mumbled. "Look cutie, your little band looks just fine alright. You don't need a female lead." I turned on my heels and pulled my hand back ready to punch him again.