Crazy, No, Well Maybe

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Z goes back into her car and pulls out her gun. Her favorite, her baby her modified Uzi and a large cartridge of bullets. Her face locked into a smile cold and frozen with her eyes wild and her right eye twitching at the thought of the hunt ahead of her.

The empty countryside leaves no where for the men to hide. Their panicked running shows just how terrified they are of the woman they dared to pull over.

They run faster as they hear her maniacal laughter chasing them in the gathering darkness. 

Suddenly the automatic fire of her machine gun rings out. Her echoing laughter as she says, "One down, four to go!"

She silently runs behind them. They can't hear her over their own blood rushing and harsh breathes. The dead and dying foliage beneath their feet giving away their positions as they scramble to find safety.

Shots ring out once more, "Damn, missed. It was meant to be a kill shot, guess you'll just have to bleed out slowly instead." She smiles even wider at the thought of the person dying slowly and in pain and terror.

"Come out, come out where ever you are!" Z's mocking voice echoes in the shadows of the night. "Don't make me have to find you or I'll make your deaths far more painful you pieces of shit."

At the thought of even a more painful death and actually being too tired to run anymore one by one they stop running. "Don't shoot us and we'll spy on our own gang."

Z stops and thinks about the offer. It has merit. She smiles and it is by far the creepiest smile they'd seen so far. "Very well, I accept your offer." She actually has little respect for turncoats, but she does have a use for them. Even cowards can be useful.

She divests them of their weapons then marches them back to her car. Once there, she knocks them out and ties them up.

"What are we going to do with them, Boss?" Her driver asks respectfully.

"Load them up in the trunk, might be a bit tight with the three of them." Z makes sure their gags are extra tight. She pulls out some bags and makes sure that they are on securely even as the driver starts picking up and dumping the men in the trunk.

She takes a look at the time, "Shit! We're going to be late if we don't hurry." The driver slams the trunk door and hurries to his seat as Z buckles up. The driver puts his seat belt on even as he slams on the gas to make it back in time. If they are late his life isn't worth much.

The driver struggles for control on the dirt road they'd been driving on before their interruption. Finally gaining control he ups the speed even more hoping to make it before the time is up. He can feel the sweat gathering on his brow as he speeds down the road.

Z sits back and plays on her phone while the driver does his best to get them back to base before the time is up. She hardly even notices being thrown against the seat belt as he fights for control. She smiles as she gets the high score on the game she'd been playing. "Huh, take that sugablast270." The smile of satisfaction covers her face and manages to stay there as they race into the night.

"About time you got here," RJ says looking at his watch. "You're almost late." RJ says standing up from the porch couch.

Min  jumps up from behind the couch. Jumping up and down he claps his hands excitedly. "That was cool, the way the car came sliding to a stop." Min races down the stairs and goes to give Z a hug but comes to a screeching halt at the look at her face and backs up slowly.

Z raises her hand up and with one finger wagging back and forth slowly, the look on her face was warning enough. It says 'don't, just don't.'

RJ slowly comes down the stairs, "It's not like you to run so late, Z."

"We ran into trouble on the way home. I brought you a present, Min." Z says going to the trunk of the car as the driver pops the trunk.

Min in excitement runs over to the trunk of the car and his eyes widen in extreme pleasure. He claps his hands like a little child on Christmas day. He draws out his knife and moves it over to the men and all but screams, "I get to cut?"

Z smiles a rather motherly smile and says, "Yes, but you can't kill them." Then she leans in close to Min and whispers in fun, "At least, not yet."

This makes Min jump up and down once more. His hands clapping so fast they were nothing but blurs in the light from the porch.

"Z, what did you do now?" RJ says patience evident in his voice even as he rolls his eyes at Min's antics.

"They came after ME!" Z says pushing her lips out in a pout at RJ's accusation.

RJ sighs and comes closer looking into the trunk himself. "Three men? What happened?"

"There was a van full of them that pulled us off the road. They came after me, said that they were sent to get me."

RJ's eye brows lift in shock, "And they are still alive? Did your gun get jammed? Run out of ammo? How come there are three still alive."

"They begged me, said that they would act like rats and moles in their gang if I let them live." Z says full on pouting.

"And you accepted it?" RJ says in disbelief.

"Well, yeah, I was almost late and you would have been upset. So I only killed one outright and the other might be dead by now, my shot didn't kill him outright." Z shrugs carelessly giving a half smile at the same time.

"Now what are you going to do with these three?" RJ says motioning her to move inside as Min starts playing with the cowards all tied up in the trunk.

"Well, I thought we could let Min have some fun before sending them back..." Z's words are interrupted by Min.

Just before the door shuts, "Could you get me some more of my toys?" Min yells out not even stopping his fun as he does so.

The driver, tries to get out of there without being noticed.

Min pierces him with a look, "You, will you go get me my toys?" Looking at the driver with wide puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, sir. Where might I find them?" The driver says carefully, knowing Min's reputation.

Min smiles brightly, "In my play room."

The driver turns white. They all know about Min's play room and do everything they can to never go inside.

"Yes, sir, which toys would you like? If you want more than just a few it might be better to just take them inside that way you would have all of your toys at your disposal. Which ever you prefer." The driver waits with baited breath hoping that Min just wants help taking the new playmates down to the dungeon rather then having to gather up the other toys to bring them up.

"Sure, okay!" Min says happily finding that suggestion works out even better. He loves hanging people up and having a full range of toys to use on them.