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The Gleaming Of Silver Chapter 2 The '99 silver Honda sped off in the distance, as the driver, laid back, steered with her left hand, and dialed a number in the cell phone in her right. She listened as a gruff voice answered. She held her breath, then relaxed as she realized it was only Stillion asking who she wanted. On a Private Paradise Resort Somewhere in the Bahamas Stillion listened to the young pro hitwoman's voice fill his ears, as he held the phone to his ear. Using his gruff voice he answered to her question, "Ok. Hold on." Then handed the phone to his boss who sat in a fold-down chair, who was relaxing in the hot tropical sun. Taking the phone he held it to his ear, and listened. "Hello Mr.Bass, how's the weather down there?" Sabriel asked. "Good. Now lets cut to the chase, did you or did you not kill the target?" "No sir, I'll need more time." She replied quietly but demandingly. At that moment, she held the phone away from her ear, not wanting to get an earache from all the yelling. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DIDN'T?! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL?! WHAT'S SO HARD IN KILLING A FUCKING KID?!?!" He yelled, making those around him flinch. "Mr.Bass, the damn kid moved at the last minute," she replied coldly and calmly. Taking a deep breath and looking at the phone, Lance looked at it some more, thinking. Taking another deep breath and counting to ten, he looked to see his friend and colleague walk over. Fatone heard most of the conversation whispered in his ear, "Give her by the end of the 3rd week of this month." Picking up the phone again he spoke in it. "I'll give you by the end of the 3rd week of this month to kill that gnat-ass hyper kid. The boat is sailing." Hanging up he turned to Fatone, and smiled grimly. "Get me the numbers of Skiluff brothers." He asked Stillion. "What are you going to do?" Joey asked him. "We'll give her time, but when that's over, we'll send the Skiluff brothers to finish the job." Sabriel listened to the "click" and knew that he had hung up, still holding to the phone to her ear, she couldn't help but listen for a few moments. She pushed the off button, and pressed the pedal down more. "Lucky for him, he's paying me, or he would find the one with his ass on the line." She said to herself, looking at the phone in her hand, she throws it up in the air, and lets it get run over by the many cars in traffic. Sabriel looked around and got on the nearest exit to the beach. She pulled up in a nice empty spot near an old wooden post where a pelican sat, and got out. Closing the door, hands in her jacket pocket, she moved over the cool sand. Sitting down, she watched quietly as the Sand-pipers moved over the water and skimmed for the many small clams that lay in wait. Pelicans flew over the water, and silence surrounded her, as she watched the sunset for the day. When it finally became dark, not realizing the time, she got up and hopped back into her car and drove home. Done for the day. A.J., dreamily, and lazily lay on his back; looking up at the ceiling of his hotel room. Again and again the face of the girl Sabby flashed through his mind, the counterpart of him. Nick, awake and alive, went to A.J.'s room to mess with him, with Brian on his back, they went through the adjoining door, and burst in the room. Expecting an outrage of anger, Nick ran and hid behind Howie, but nothing happened, A.J. still lay calmly staring at the ceiling. "Woah....what's wrong with him?" Howie muttered softly, moving out of the way from Brian, making Nick vulnerable. "Dunno, but it looks like he's actually using that brain. I can hear those squeaky wheels turning in his brain." Nick answered. "Man. Whatever it is, he's got it bad." Howie said matter-of-factly, looking at him. "It's some girl. I swear to God, she's a mirror image of him." Brian said at both of their backs, seeming to come out of nowhere. Grimacing, Nick looked at his friend. "You gotta be kidding? She has balls?" "No you idiot." Brian said slugging his friend on the arm playfully. "She's the feminine version of our bud." At that moment, Kevin joined the group, and caught on what the subject was. Nick and Howie looked at him stunned, "A counterpart of - of - A.J.? That's...." Nick stuttered, but Howie finished for him, "scary." "Yeah, some chic on the crew." Brian told them. For some reason that tickeled the back of Kevin's mind, disappearing for a few moments, and then coming back he turned to the other guys. "Guys, Denise said there wasn't a female on the workcrew that fits your description..." "Who are the ones that are?" Nick asked, curiousity in his eyes. "Well, that's the thing, there's only our choregrapher and Denise." He replied looking at them seriously. Hearing this, A.J. shot up and looked at him. "So what're you saying?" "I'm saying that your "friend" got on the workcrew some other way." "You mean illegally?" A.J. accused. "Uh...yeah." He replied. "No way!" A.J. mumbled, and with that, he slammed the adjoining door on their faces. He would not have it, he sat back down on the bed, and picking up the phone he called the number. Next: Chapter 3 |