86.3 | shopping for partners
Character: Fiona Glenanne
Series: Burn Notice
Partner: Michael Westen
"How's the action on it?" Fi questioned the man standing beside her, his greasy hair looking exceptionally shiny in the Miami heat.
"Not too bad."
Fiona's mouth went into a thin line, trying to hide her expression. She knew what that meant. Either it had jammed on the prior owner, or the slide had been filed down to remove serial numbers instead of using a oxide wash. Shrugging, she shifted it in her hands, and placed it back into the trunk.
"Sorry, I think I'm looking for something more compact," Fiona tried to give the guy an easy brush off, but apparently he was still holding a slight grudge over the last time he did a favor for her. His hand reached to her wrist, giving her a moments pause as she glanced to the new connection, then back up to his features. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Do you think I'd drive all the way out here for window shopping?" His words seethed out of his mouth, as his grip tightened on her wrist.
"I think you'd drive all the way out here thinking you'd unload a few pieces that you can't use yourself," her words snapped off at him, before shoving the heel of her free hand beneath his nose and upward. It'd shove the cartilage up, and it'd hurt like hell, plus it had the lovely advantage of him letting go of her wrist to clutch his newly broken nose.
"You bitch!"
"Really, that's not very becoming of a businessman. Now I definitely know I'll be taking my business elsewhere."
Exhaling, she flipped her hair over her shoulder, a touch dramatic she knew, before heading back toward her car. Maybe she'd get Michael something normal for Christmas, like an XM16E1. Getting into her car, she flipped open the phone, dialing the local law enforcement, taking more than a few shallow breaths, she started to race her words together, "I'm over near the Beacon, close to the water and this man, he was horrible, I think he was trying to get me to get into his car, I hit him, and I ran but I think he's still there! Please hurry!"
Hanging up the phone, she figured at the very least she'd never have to worry about Arlo trying to sell her poor quality equipment, if he was ever allowed to sell again.
Series: Burn Notice
Partner: Michael Westen
"How's the action on it?" Fi questioned the man standing beside her, his greasy hair looking exceptionally shiny in the Miami heat.
"Not too bad."
Fiona's mouth went into a thin line, trying to hide her expression. She knew what that meant. Either it had jammed on the prior owner, or the slide had been filed down to remove serial numbers instead of using a oxide wash. Shrugging, she shifted it in her hands, and placed it back into the trunk.
"Sorry, I think I'm looking for something more compact," Fiona tried to give the guy an easy brush off, but apparently he was still holding a slight grudge over the last time he did a favor for her. His hand reached to her wrist, giving her a moments pause as she glanced to the new connection, then back up to his features. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Do you think I'd drive all the way out here for window shopping?" His words seethed out of his mouth, as his grip tightened on her wrist.
"I think you'd drive all the way out here thinking you'd unload a few pieces that you can't use yourself," her words snapped off at him, before shoving the heel of her free hand beneath his nose and upward. It'd shove the cartilage up, and it'd hurt like hell, plus it had the lovely advantage of him letting go of her wrist to clutch his newly broken nose.
"You bitch!"
"Really, that's not very becoming of a businessman. Now I definitely know I'll be taking my business elsewhere."
Exhaling, she flipped her hair over her shoulder, a touch dramatic she knew, before heading back toward her car. Maybe she'd get Michael something normal for Christmas, like an XM16E1. Getting into her car, she flipped open the phone, dialing the local law enforcement, taking more than a few shallow breaths, she started to race her words together, "I'm over near the Beacon, close to the water and this man, he was horrible, I think he was trying to get me to get into his car, I hit him, and I ran but I think he's still there! Please hurry!"
Hanging up the phone, she figured at the very least she'd never have to worry about Arlo trying to sell her poor quality equipment, if he was ever allowed to sell again.