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Gunsmith Cats FanFic: Chapter 1 |
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It was a cold, foggy Sunday evening, Rally was Extremely frustrated. She had recieved an order for a customized Desert Eagle over a week ago.
"Damnit! I swear, they said two days and they'd be here to pick up the order." Rally growled.
"Oh Rally calm down." Minnie-May replied. "Look at the brightside, now you can charge extra, you interest. We could use the money anyway." She explained with a grin.
Suddenly the sound of a motorcycle engine could be heard pulling into the small open lot next to the 'Gunsmith Cats' gunstore. The bell rang as the rider opened the door and walked up to the counter.
"Excuse me, but we're closing right now, so you're gonna have to leave and come back in the morning." Rally said as she picked up a crate of bullets and headed toward the back.
The motorcyclist removed his helmet. His skin was just like Rally's, if not lighter; his eyes were brown, they had a passionate yet war-torn look to them; his hair was cut close. In short, he was tall, dark, and handsome.
"I'm here to pick up an order." The rider said as Rally returned for another crate. "I know, I'm a little late, but--"
"A little late? A LITTLE LATE?!" Rally slammed her hands on the counter. "Listen here pal! When we take an order we follow through, and we expect our customers to do the same. So when they say they'll be here to pick it up at a certain time, we expect them to be on time!" Rally vented.
Minnie-May sat in silence, shaking her head. Rally, Rally, Rally. Its no wonder she doesn't have a boyfriend. May sighed.
"But since you're here, I might as well sell you the gun." Rally said. "I'm gonna have to charge you a weeks worth of interest though."
"That's fine, I expected as much." The biker replied pulling out a rolled up wad of cash. "I believe the order was $1000, plus seven days worth of interest, that's a total of $1500."
"Well that's a start, but you are $500 short." Rally said taking the money.
"Well then, how about I take you on a date, say this Wednesday?" The biker asked.
"Sorry, but--" Rally started.
"She'd love to go!" Minnie-May shouted, cutting Rally off. "What time will you pick her up?"
"Let's say around 1, believe me, this will be a date you won't forget, Rally Vincent." The rider said with smirk as he put his helmet on and walked out the door.
Rally and May stood in silence, they were surpised. they had never seen this man before in their lives, yet he knew what Rally Vincent looked like.
"Minne-May, why'd you do that?" Rally asked breaking the silence.
"Beacuse, you alway turn down everyguy that asks to take you out." Minnie-May replied. "Though I never heard of anyone going at 1 in the afternoon." Minnie-May said. "Well, atleast now we've got money to pay Becky with."
"Speaking of which, we should ask her about registered gunmen that ride motorcycles." Rally said. "If anyone would know it would be her."
"Trying to find out about you mysterious boyfriend Rally?" Minnie-May teased.
"MAY!" Rally yelled chasing her around the store.
Meanwhile the biker pulled into a dark alley, in the wall a custom made muscle-car, the symbol on the hood said "BUFF," out of the car stepped a rather large man, he wore slack, a leather jacket, sunglasses, and a headband.
"RJ, your a week late." Said the big guy.
"I know, Bean, I know." RJ said as he got off his bike. "The old man had passed the day before I was supposed to leave."
"Man, must've been rough." Bean said. "So, you finally got a hold of motorcycle? Pretty goodlooking machine."
"Yeah, but not as goodlooking as my date for Wednesday afternoon." RJ replied.
"Really, who's the lucky girl?" Bean grinned.
"Rally Vincent." RJ said leaning against his bike.
"WHAT?!" Bean asked surprised. "She actually said yes? This is big, she normally turns down everyone that hits on her."
"Guess I'm just lucky." RJ laughed.
Bean shook his head as he turned and headed into the abandoned apartment building, RJ followed. They were having a meeting with some some real shady looking characters.
"Well, well, Bean Bandit, nice of you to show...Hey! Who the hell is that?!" Cried the leader as his men pulled out their guns.
"Calm down, he's my help." Bean said casually. "From what you told me, it sounds like there are gonna be a lot of people after your daughter. Right, Mr. Callihan?"
"Yes, that's right." Mr. Callihan replied motioning for his men to put their guns away. "Okay kid, what makes you so sure that you can protect my daughter?"
"He's reason number one." RJ said pulling out his customized Desert Eagle. "Reason number two." He pulled out the box of armor-piercing bullets. "And you already know reason number three. He's my mentor, so any other questions?"
"That's one amusing boy you got there." Mr. Callihan started laughing as he took a seat. "Okay, now lets get down to the nitty-gritty."
 Warchild13 · Tue Feb 26, 2008 @ 09:10pm · 1 Comments |
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