Sisters Grimm

Cinderella

As secrets began to reveal themselves, digging through an old box of keepsakes gathered through the years of going to different countries. Taking glimpses as the picture of the woman he learned to be, Romy; she wore a bronzed necklace that seemed to be missing small charm at the base. The blonde's frustration built when the more he dug the less her found. Finally just dumping the box across the wooden floor, metal cling brought attention to the bronze skull; he held it in his hand to feel an engraving on the back. Romy Albu; it all clicked inside his head. This woman wasn't just a random rare beauty. She had broken her necklace when rushing to leave from the hotel room size years ago. He rubbed his face realizing they had slept together; he was the one who this bloody shrew's virginity due to them both being drunk. That wasn't the thing that hit him the hardest; he had a kid. As he was just about to make the phone call that would change his life, the cell started to vibrate. Deep rumble made it all to easy for him to get his feelings off his chest.

"Tool's now. " then it went dead, "Here we go.." the giant mumbled on his way out to the custom chopped.

Pacing back and forth, a greying haired man perched upon a bike just watching the man before him as he continued to walk the same line over and over. The sound a bike rumbling near the building made both heads turn to see their five inches short of seven foot friend; once the bike was parked, the blonde towered over the others in the room.

"Yea?" he asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the metal pole not far from the deep brown stare; the third party threw the photos onto the table of the red headed child, " a kid so what?"

"Don't start you lying games now, Gunnar. These women know who we are, I can't convince them to help when you fucked her sister, knocking her up six years ago!"

Instantly, the man's grip around the charm became deathly tight; eyes narrowed to match the glare of his shorter friend.

"You think I knew?! Hell, Barney, I may be a lair but sir as hell wouldn't pull any child into this nor knock any girl up on purpose." His voice matching the anger.

The brown eyed man known as Barney, withdrew his cigar from his plaid shirt pocket, lighting it, and sitting with his head facing the door, " We need those weapons. What we have will not last any longer, they won't give us the full details till we have proof of legitimate weapons on out plane. Her sister's knowledge in all electronics will be useful as we'll the other girl's quick reflexes on the field. How can I convince either of them to help without knowing how much they know about us?"

"I don't know; how do we even know that child is her's. "

"Jensen, cut the bullshit. You were in town today; I know you ran into her. The red hair on her pretty little head isn't hard to miss nor mistake for some else."

The ginormous man, Gunnar Jensen, rubbed his messy blonde hair; he lowered his head and tried to think.

"Yea, fine. I did sleep with the girl, but that was six years ago and I was drunk. She was just as tipsy as I was. We never got each other's names." He explained with defeat; "Well, we have them now. I don't want anybody else but you and I to find and convince these women. " Ross snapped.

He pushed the rest of the photos to the man who now sat across from him; Barney then turn to let all the facts on the table.

"The blonde is the oldest of the Albu twins; Riley. She is the field expert on using all weaponry, knowledge in all forms of hand to hand combat. Going from her file; this woman has a keen ear and eye to any noises and where they come from. No military history; just a minor juvenile record of burglary and assault. The youngest twin so happens to be your long lost lover from six years ago, Romy Albu. She is the most demanded weapon creator, destoryer, and surveillance expert. Her prices aren't cheap but each weapon made is fitted and formed to the user; one of a kind. She can tap into anything electronic to help locate and gather information, but she is never in the field strictly behind the scenes due to your inability to keep your dick in your pants. We have Nila Albu. This child is five years old, born on February 14, 2001; she never without her mother unless it is for safety or a few hours of alone time. These beastly beauties reside in Baton Rouge in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the swamp; they are called The Sisters Grimm. "