Partners - Part 2
“This is embarrassing, but I can’t remember your name.”
“It’s alright. I keep trying to forget it.”
“You go by another name now?”
“Yeah, the Fixer.”
“Well, you have killed a lot of people, so it seems appropriate. Didn’t peg you to get into the hit man game, but you did pull off the perfect crime once.”
“...No, not that kind of Fixer. More like the guy who fixes… stuff.”
“Like a repairman?”
“Never mind…”
“You’re sounding better. What do you think? Want to die here or bust out?”
“I’m pretty useless in an actual firefight as is, even when I’m not so banged up.”
“Well, once we’re out, I’ll get someone to fix you right up. Good as new.”
“You’re sure you’re not a comedian?”
But she’s gone silent. The Fixer had taken his time taking in his surroundings. He was tied to a chair and she, whoever she is, was tied to another chair right behind him, back to back. He felt her head bump into his as she looked up. He scanned the ceiling, replying, “No security cameras here.”
“Yes, we really are in the basement, with one crappy bulb and no security cameras. I estimate one guard at the door and if we’re lucky, it's the same one who brought you in. I think I saw a knife in his pocket. If I can get it.”
“I don’t suppose you know him well enough so he’d hand it over to you?”
“Now who’s the comedian. You ready to yell ‘Die Bitch!’ as loud as you can?”
“That’s all?”
“Yeah, you’re the bait.”
“Fine… DIE BITCH!”
This story originally appeared here: https://www.deviantart.com/nyctophobia11/art/Partners-Part-2-837009042
“It’s alright. I keep trying to forget it.”
“You go by another name now?”
“Yeah, the Fixer.”
“Well, you have killed a lot of people, so it seems appropriate. Didn’t peg you to get into the hit man game, but you did pull off the perfect crime once.”
“...No, not that kind of Fixer. More like the guy who fixes… stuff.”
“Like a repairman?”
“Never mind…”
“You’re sounding better. What do you think? Want to die here or bust out?”
“I’m pretty useless in an actual firefight as is, even when I’m not so banged up.”
“Well, once we’re out, I’ll get someone to fix you right up. Good as new.”
“You’re sure you’re not a comedian?”
But she’s gone silent. The Fixer had taken his time taking in his surroundings. He was tied to a chair and she, whoever she is, was tied to another chair right behind him, back to back. He felt her head bump into his as she looked up. He scanned the ceiling, replying, “No security cameras here.”
“Yes, we really are in the basement, with one crappy bulb and no security cameras. I estimate one guard at the door and if we’re lucky, it's the same one who brought you in. I think I saw a knife in his pocket. If I can get it.”
“I don’t suppose you know him well enough so he’d hand it over to you?”
“Now who’s the comedian. You ready to yell ‘Die Bitch!’ as loud as you can?”
“That’s all?”
“Yeah, you’re the bait.”
“Fine… DIE BITCH!”
***
This story originally appeared here: https://www.deviantart.com/nyctophobia11/art/Partners-Part-2-837009042
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