That sounded like a lie the moment she said it. A lighter shaped like a gun? Sure, the existed, but the way she said it, the words twisted inside him and didn’t seem to hold truth. Of course, he just chalked that one up to her being secretive again. That was the picture he had painted in his head of her, a mysterious woman with walls she was careful not to let down. Her statement did two things, though. Firstly, it made him investigate everything she had previously said. Was she natural to lying? Something told him she could be very convincing when she wanted to be, which also happened to make her dangerous. Because the other thing her words told him was that she was missing a gun.
“Oh yeah? What’s Australia’s police force like?” Remi, as a general rule, didn’t like cops. He had gotten into a lot of trouble when he’d been a kid. Joyriding. Drinking before the proper age. His father had been a wealthy man, but if not for that, he probably would have spent most of his high school years behind bars. Then there were the assault charges that never got pressed. Even if they should have been. Years hadn’t killed his disdain for the police. He didn’t outright do anything against them, because that would just have been stupid, but he intentionally avoided them, and on the rare occasion when one did stop him for something like a traffic violation, he wasn’t exactly the best ‘customer’ to deal with.
He didn’t’ get ‘cop’ from her, for some reason. But that was just his instinct. Or maybe it was prejudice. She was far too pretty.
He was somewhat curious about Australia itself. He had never been there, but apparently he had some family there on his mother’s side. He had learned bits and pieces about it in school, been one of those kids to try vegemite when the teacher brought it in. Woman had lumped two spoonfuls on a bit of toast and he’d thought his mouth was going to die.
But really, it was probably just like anywhere else in he world. Just hotter and sunnier.
So he kept his thoughts to himself, but continued on his way towards the warehouse. And that was when he heard a yelp. He was only a step or so away from her, so all it took was his leaning to grab her by the wrist. He jerked upwards, which normally would have wrenched someone’s arm out of socket (instinct there, not intentional). He ended up with her in his arms, spread across them like his body was some sort of lounge. Her lower back laid against one bicep and her legs dangled over his other arm. The entire transaction of motion took place in the blink of an eye.
He caught sight of something shimmering in the bushes.
“Careful.” He said, though his tone wasn’t chiding. He placed her carefully back down, as if to be sure she hadn’t sprained her ankle. “I think I see something over there.” And then he walked over to grab it up, the gun that had been stashed under a bush. He plucked it up and then glanced off towards the woman. Well that had to be it. Couldn’t be two guns just randomly lying about like that, could there?
“Oh yeah? What’s Australia’s police force like?” Remi, as a general rule, didn’t like cops. He had gotten into a lot of trouble when he’d been a kid. Joyriding. Drinking before the proper age. His father had been a wealthy man, but if not for that, he probably would have spent most of his high school years behind bars. Then there were the assault charges that never got pressed. Even if they should have been. Years hadn’t killed his disdain for the police. He didn’t outright do anything against them, because that would just have been stupid, but he intentionally avoided them, and on the rare occasion when one did stop him for something like a traffic violation, he wasn’t exactly the best ‘customer’ to deal with.
He didn’t’ get ‘cop’ from her, for some reason. But that was just his instinct. Or maybe it was prejudice. She was far too pretty.
He was somewhat curious about Australia itself. He had never been there, but apparently he had some family there on his mother’s side. He had learned bits and pieces about it in school, been one of those kids to try vegemite when the teacher brought it in. Woman had lumped two spoonfuls on a bit of toast and he’d thought his mouth was going to die.
But really, it was probably just like anywhere else in he world. Just hotter and sunnier.
So he kept his thoughts to himself, but continued on his way towards the warehouse. And that was when he heard a yelp. He was only a step or so away from her, so all it took was his leaning to grab her by the wrist. He jerked upwards, which normally would have wrenched someone’s arm out of socket (instinct there, not intentional). He ended up with her in his arms, spread across them like his body was some sort of lounge. Her lower back laid against one bicep and her legs dangled over his other arm. The entire transaction of motion took place in the blink of an eye.
He caught sight of something shimmering in the bushes.
“Careful.” He said, though his tone wasn’t chiding. He placed her carefully back down, as if to be sure she hadn’t sprained her ankle. “I think I see something over there.” And then he walked over to grab it up, the gun that had been stashed under a bush. He plucked it up and then glanced off towards the woman. Well that had to be it. Couldn’t be two guns just randomly lying about like that, could there?
