I can't believe Carly did this after all that son of a bitch put her through. No, that's a lie. I can completely believe that Carly did this, I just can't believe that I'm going after her idiot husband's idiot friend to help figure this out so that she doesn't get herself killed.
People in my line of work aren't exactly supposed to be seen talking with the enemy. We're supposed to shoot first, and ask questions later when the family comes to I.D. the body. That's how its always been done, and thats how I should be doing it now. Instead I actually want to fucking talk to the fucking buddy, which makes me really fucking stupid or really fucking lovesick.
Whichever one it is, I'm still doing it.
"Hang on a second."
Oh, isn't that just spectacular? He's going to go call his agency while I stand out here and worry, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it because the only thing I have on me is a well hidden knife.
That just makes my entire week complete, doesn't it?
"You're the crazy lesbian chick, right?"Look at that, he'
( ... )
These Amazon chicks are so totally not cool. They're hot, but they're always way too into their power, or whatever. It so gets old in a hurry.
I tripped a little when she pushed past me, and my gun went off, putting a bullet hole in the wall. Dude. Why is she coming in my house?!
"I'm Lauren McCullough. Call me the crazy lesbian chick again, and I'll show you why I think the only thing the male race should be fucking is a toaster."
"Fine, Lauren. Whatever." Crazy lesbian chick. For real. No wonder Sammy never liked her. She's a crazy lesbian femminist... well, chick. Or something. Dude.
I want her out of my house though. I do not like the enemy in my place. I'm not Sammy. Even though Sammy didn't know... Whatever!
"That, however, is not what I'm here for. Everyone at the agency is talking about Carly and her husband. I thought I'd come by and see if you've heard from them.""Why should I tell you any of that?" Crazy Lesbian Chick wants to hear the deal. Oh please. Like I'm going to give up
( ... )
"Because I could have blown up your house and I didn't. I think that proves that I'm not looking to hurt anyone."
Not even Sam. The only harm I'd take joy from him having to endure would be a good, swift divorce. Carly is out of her mind. Initially, I knew that and liked it about her. I still do, but in my opinion there are better ways to channel her insanity. Ways that we could be working on together if Sam had never ruined it all by meeting up with her on that job in Rio.
I wanted that job. I knew they should have let me have it. But everyone thought Carly was more 'efficient' and so they chose her. Look at what happened. She's not going to be very efficient with a bullet in her head, now is she?
"All I know is, the house blew up, and they bolted. The way everyone's telling it, they're sticking together."...The house blew up? Shit. That sounds like something our side would do. It also sounds like something his side would do. Either way, if they went that far against Carly, it means she's
( ... )
... Wait here?! Dude, she cannot wait here! That's not cool in ways I don't think it's possible to explain! She can't hang here. She's totally nuts if she thinks that's cool.
"No. No, you can't stay here." Dude, if someone comes by from work, they're totally going to think I'm just as bad as Sammy. This is beyond not cool.
And even if someone from work doesn't end up here, this is just totally not cool anyway. What if she decides to kill me when I'm totally not looking? I still got the gun, but I could turn my back for half a second, and goodbye Madsen.
She can't stay here.
"Just because they're cool with each other for some crazy reason doesn't mean we're cool with each other. I'm sure Carly's going to come find you or what the hell ever."
If they're buds that much, then she will. And Sammy will contact me.
"It's exactly the same fucking thing, Carly. You're saying you want to be done with me, shooting me really would have solved the issue. If you don't care now, you should have killed me then. But since you didn't, I don't know, I guess you'd be right and we're probably just wasting time here."There's a difference between wanting him out of my life and wanting him out of the planet! God damnit, he's spinning this. That way, when we split up, he can make me look worse than I am because he doesn't like what I'm telling him. Because being practical just isn't a good enough reason to make a run for it
( ... )
Alright as in... I won. She's not leaving me, and I'm not going to have to spend the next however many years I last by myself and probably wishing the people trying to find us get lucky in my case and kill me. I wasn't looking forward to that idea.
I don't think anybody in my place would be.
"Sure, what is it?" I could feel myself starting to smile already. It's going to be okay if we stick together. I know how sappy that sounds, but I think it's true. If we work together this well, from a tactical standpoint? Reducing the number is leaving yourself open to get killed.
And from every other stand point... Yeah. Like I said, I'd probably be wishing for them to come. And I'd get sloppy. I'm prone to it when I'm in that kind of place, I've never been able to completely fix it.
I'd be dead without her, end of story.
"This is really the dumbest thing that you've ever talked me into. Hands down.""I can live with that." I grinned when she moved into my lap
( ... )
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People in my line of work aren't exactly supposed to be seen talking with the enemy. We're supposed to shoot first, and ask questions later when the family comes to I.D. the body. That's how its always been done, and thats how I should be doing it now. Instead I actually want to fucking talk to the fucking buddy, which makes me really fucking stupid or really fucking lovesick.
Whichever one it is, I'm still doing it.
"Hang on a second."
Oh, isn't that just spectacular? He's going to go call his agency while I stand out here and worry, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it because the only thing I have on me is a well hidden knife.
That just makes my entire week complete, doesn't it?
"You're the crazy lesbian chick, right?"Look at that, he' ( ... )
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These Amazon chicks are so totally not cool. They're hot, but they're always way too into their power, or whatever. It so gets old in a hurry.
I tripped a little when she pushed past me, and my gun went off, putting a bullet hole in the wall. Dude. Why is she coming in my house?!
"I'm Lauren McCullough. Call me the crazy lesbian chick again, and I'll show you why I think the only thing the male race should be fucking is a toaster."
"Fine, Lauren. Whatever." Crazy lesbian chick. For real. No wonder Sammy never liked her. She's a crazy lesbian femminist... well, chick. Or something. Dude.
I want her out of my house though. I do not like the enemy in my place. I'm not Sammy. Even though Sammy didn't know... Whatever!
"That, however, is not what I'm here for. Everyone at the agency is talking about Carly and her husband. I thought I'd come by and see if you've heard from them.""Why should I tell you any of that?" Crazy Lesbian Chick wants to hear the deal. Oh please. Like I'm going to give up ( ... )
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"Because I could have blown up your house and I didn't. I think that proves that I'm not looking to hurt anyone."
Not even Sam. The only harm I'd take joy from him having to endure would be a good, swift divorce. Carly is out of her mind. Initially, I knew that and liked it about her. I still do, but in my opinion there are better ways to channel her insanity. Ways that we could be working on together if Sam had never ruined it all by meeting up with her on that job in Rio.
I wanted that job. I knew they should have let me have it. But everyone thought Carly was more 'efficient' and so they chose her. Look at what happened. She's not going to be very efficient with a bullet in her head, now is she?
"All I know is, the house blew up, and they bolted. The way everyone's telling it, they're sticking together."...The house blew up? Shit. That sounds like something our side would do. It also sounds like something his side would do. Either way, if they went that far against Carly, it means she's ( ... )
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She'll wait? Wait where?
... Wait here?! Dude, she cannot wait here! That's not cool in ways I don't think it's possible to explain! She can't hang here. She's totally nuts if she thinks that's cool.
"No. No, you can't stay here." Dude, if someone comes by from work, they're totally going to think I'm just as bad as Sammy. This is beyond not cool.
And even if someone from work doesn't end up here, this is just totally not cool anyway. What if she decides to kill me when I'm totally not looking? I still got the gun, but I could turn my back for half a second, and goodbye Madsen.
She can't stay here.
"Just because they're cool with each other for some crazy reason doesn't mean we're cool with each other. I'm sure Carly's going to come find you or what the hell ever."
If they're buds that much, then she will. And Sammy will contact me.
Seperate from her. Completely seperate.
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Alright as in... Alright?
"I just need you to know something."
Alright as in... I won. She's not leaving me, and I'm not going to have to spend the next however many years I last by myself and probably wishing the people trying to find us get lucky in my case and kill me. I wasn't looking forward to that idea.
I don't think anybody in my place would be.
"Sure, what is it?" I could feel myself starting to smile already. It's going to be okay if we stick together. I know how sappy that sounds, but I think it's true. If we work together this well, from a tactical standpoint? Reducing the number is leaving yourself open to get killed.
And from every other stand point... Yeah. Like I said, I'd probably be wishing for them to come. And I'd get sloppy. I'm prone to it when I'm in that kind of place, I've never been able to completely fix it.
I'd be dead without her, end of story.
"This is really the dumbest thing that you've ever talked me into. Hands down.""I can live with that." I grinned when she moved into my lap ( ... )
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