Post by Chapter Eleven Part I on Nov 1, 2004 21:38:11 GMT -5
Chapter Eleven: Lynné’s Superior Bargaining Tactics
Part I
Don’t know why I continue to write these author’s notes at the beginnings and endings of each chapter. (shrugs) Guess it's because, when I read a story whether it be fanfiction or not, I like to hear what the authors themselves think of it and what was going through their heads when they were writing a chapter or a character or an action. So I just sorta think about what I enjoy and hope that my readers feel the same way. ^.^
Sands: When instead you could be filling up this vacant space with more of my story. :roll: Typical.
Lynné: -.o Your story? I was under the impression that I had as big a role as you did in this.
Sands: (slowly) Yeeesss . . . that may be true . . . But unlike me, you don’t have any fan-girls. u.u
Lynné: ò.o I wouldn’t want any fan-girls.
Liam: (shuffles feet nervously) What about fan-boys?
Lynné: (thoughtfully) Do they even exist . . . ?
Liam: :cry:
Sidney: Firmez le bouche, all of you. >.o;
Lynné: (waving her off) Oh, go firmez yourself.
Sidney: ‘Go close myself. . . . ?’ XD
Lynné: (glare)
The small, silver car came into view at the top of a rocky, clay-red cliff. Spectators may have wondered what a car was doing on top of a cliff, especially a cliff that was right above a seemingly bottomless lake. But since said spectators were nowhere to be found, their curiosity wasn’t a problem.
Suddenly, the car started to move. Gradually, the vehicle edged its way towards the end of the drop. Then it was flying down the other side butte, gathering speed all the way.
WHOOSH
Straight off the edge of the cliff, the car sailed through the air for a fraction of a second before plummeting to the lake below. It hit the water with a resounding splash that sent mountainous ripples of water through the lake. And then, it was gone. The miniature Corvette had sunk to the depths below, hidden from view by tons of deep blue water. High above, a dark figure could be seen peering over the edge of the drop-off.
“Okay,” the figure said quietly into a cell phone, “that’s done. Oh, and I wanna thank you for helping me haul those bodies out to the car.”<br>
A voice sighed on the other end, somewhat tinted because of the phone. “I tried as best I could with my shoulder the way it is,” it explained.
“Well,” mused Lynné, “I suppose I could give you some credit for swiping their guns and wallets from them. How’s brother dearest, by the way?”<br>
“Uh, fine,” Liam replied uncertainly. “I mean, not fine, of course not fine, he’s anything but fine in his condition, but y’know—”
“Has he held you at gunpoint yet?” Lynné cut in.
“No.”<br>
“Has he said anything yet?”<br>
“No.”<br>
“. . . . . .has he even woken up since I left?”<br>
She heard Liam inhale deeply over the phone.
“No.”<br>
Lynné allowed herself an exasperated sigh before continuing.
“Well, if and when he gets up, tell him everything’s been taken care of, wink, wink.”<br>
Liam rolled his eyes at obvious meaning in his partner’s words. He had to hand it to her, though. You never knew if the CIA bugged the phones they gave you, but Lynné always said she wouldn’t put it past them. Whenever they had to use phones, they always tried to make it sound like they were doing exactly what the Company wanted then to do, and if anything ever seemed suspicious, they’d make it sound like a joke. Hence Lynné’s sarcasm.
“Okay,” Liam said finally. “I take it you’re done.”<br>
“Not quite,” Lynné told him. “I’ve still got a few arraignments to make.”<br>
“Oh,” he said. “Okay, then. You sure you don’t want a ride?”<br>
“You can’t leave the house, you know that.”<br>
“Oh, right, sorry,” murmured Liam, embarrassed at his mistake. If course he couldn’t leave, not when Sands would be left at the house alone. He heard Lynné’s heavy exhale over the phone.
“Okay, I’ll talk to ya later. Over and out.”<br>
A distinct beep told him that Lynné had hung up. Liam blinked down at the phone he was holding, somewhat bewildered.
Lynné leaned over the edge of the craggy cliff and saw that the waters of the lake were finally dying down. Soon, no one would be able to tell that a car had just disrupted the peaceful scene when it fell into the lake. With any luck, the CIA would never know that the corpses of four of their former agents were now sleeping with the fishes, as was Lynné’s Corvette, something she wasn’t happy about. The car was easy to detect, however, so she had to get rid of it, and what better way than to push it off a cliff?
I’m going to miss that car, she thought mournfully.
Oh for the love of God. You really are pathetic, d’you know that?
What? I liked that car, Lynné responded, slightly defensive.
Yeah, and it was just that: a car. Is a car worth a lifetime in jail? Cuz you know that’s what’ll happen if anyone finds out you killed those agent.
Plus how many other people? thought Lynné with a grim smile.
Well, I’m just glad you’re not going to chuck all of the cars in the same place, the voice said huffily.
You think I’m that stupid? Cars can be found, you know, especially if they’re all in the same location. I’m gonna hafta find more places to get rid of the other two.
What about a nice cave? suggested the voice. Or you could drive around ‘til you find more cliffs that hang over lakes . . . It faded away as Lynné became lost in thought.
Yes, That’ll work, she decided finally. But first I’ve gotta find a ride.
Didn’t think of that, didja? the voice cackled gleefully.
No sh*t, Sherlock, shot Lynné. Meh. There’s a convenience store not too far from here. It’s right out by the main road.
Do you know how far the main road is from here!? the voice demanded, clearly outraged.
I wore sneakers, Lynné thought with a roll of her eyes.
Ugh. . .
Part I
Don’t know why I continue to write these author’s notes at the beginnings and endings of each chapter. (shrugs) Guess it's because, when I read a story whether it be fanfiction or not, I like to hear what the authors themselves think of it and what was going through their heads when they were writing a chapter or a character or an action. So I just sorta think about what I enjoy and hope that my readers feel the same way. ^.^
Sands: When instead you could be filling up this vacant space with more of my story. :roll: Typical.
Lynné: -.o Your story? I was under the impression that I had as big a role as you did in this.
Sands: (slowly) Yeeesss . . . that may be true . . . But unlike me, you don’t have any fan-girls. u.u
Lynné: ò.o I wouldn’t want any fan-girls.
Liam: (shuffles feet nervously) What about fan-boys?
Lynné: (thoughtfully) Do they even exist . . . ?
Liam: :cry:
Sidney: Firmez le bouche, all of you. >.o;
Lynné: (waving her off) Oh, go firmez yourself.
Sidney: ‘Go close myself. . . . ?’ XD
Lynné: (glare)
~*~
The small, silver car came into view at the top of a rocky, clay-red cliff. Spectators may have wondered what a car was doing on top of a cliff, especially a cliff that was right above a seemingly bottomless lake. But since said spectators were nowhere to be found, their curiosity wasn’t a problem.
Suddenly, the car started to move. Gradually, the vehicle edged its way towards the end of the drop. Then it was flying down the other side butte, gathering speed all the way.
WHOOSH
Straight off the edge of the cliff, the car sailed through the air for a fraction of a second before plummeting to the lake below. It hit the water with a resounding splash that sent mountainous ripples of water through the lake. And then, it was gone. The miniature Corvette had sunk to the depths below, hidden from view by tons of deep blue water. High above, a dark figure could be seen peering over the edge of the drop-off.
“Okay,” the figure said quietly into a cell phone, “that’s done. Oh, and I wanna thank you for helping me haul those bodies out to the car.”<br>
A voice sighed on the other end, somewhat tinted because of the phone. “I tried as best I could with my shoulder the way it is,” it explained.
“Well,” mused Lynné, “I suppose I could give you some credit for swiping their guns and wallets from them. How’s brother dearest, by the way?”<br>
“Uh, fine,” Liam replied uncertainly. “I mean, not fine, of course not fine, he’s anything but fine in his condition, but y’know—”
“Has he held you at gunpoint yet?” Lynné cut in.
“No.”<br>
“Has he said anything yet?”<br>
“No.”<br>
“. . . . . .has he even woken up since I left?”<br>
She heard Liam inhale deeply over the phone.
“No.”<br>
Lynné allowed herself an exasperated sigh before continuing.
“Well, if and when he gets up, tell him everything’s been taken care of, wink, wink.”<br>
Liam rolled his eyes at obvious meaning in his partner’s words. He had to hand it to her, though. You never knew if the CIA bugged the phones they gave you, but Lynné always said she wouldn’t put it past them. Whenever they had to use phones, they always tried to make it sound like they were doing exactly what the Company wanted then to do, and if anything ever seemed suspicious, they’d make it sound like a joke. Hence Lynné’s sarcasm.
“Okay,” Liam said finally. “I take it you’re done.”<br>
“Not quite,” Lynné told him. “I’ve still got a few arraignments to make.”<br>
“Oh,” he said. “Okay, then. You sure you don’t want a ride?”<br>
“You can’t leave the house, you know that.”<br>
“Oh, right, sorry,” murmured Liam, embarrassed at his mistake. If course he couldn’t leave, not when Sands would be left at the house alone. He heard Lynné’s heavy exhale over the phone.
“Okay, I’ll talk to ya later. Over and out.”<br>
A distinct beep told him that Lynné had hung up. Liam blinked down at the phone he was holding, somewhat bewildered.
Lynné leaned over the edge of the craggy cliff and saw that the waters of the lake were finally dying down. Soon, no one would be able to tell that a car had just disrupted the peaceful scene when it fell into the lake. With any luck, the CIA would never know that the corpses of four of their former agents were now sleeping with the fishes, as was Lynné’s Corvette, something she wasn’t happy about. The car was easy to detect, however, so she had to get rid of it, and what better way than to push it off a cliff?
I’m going to miss that car, she thought mournfully.
Oh for the love of God. You really are pathetic, d’you know that?
What? I liked that car, Lynné responded, slightly defensive.
Yeah, and it was just that: a car. Is a car worth a lifetime in jail? Cuz you know that’s what’ll happen if anyone finds out you killed those agent.
Plus how many other people? thought Lynné with a grim smile.
Well, I’m just glad you’re not going to chuck all of the cars in the same place, the voice said huffily.
You think I’m that stupid? Cars can be found, you know, especially if they’re all in the same location. I’m gonna hafta find more places to get rid of the other two.
What about a nice cave? suggested the voice. Or you could drive around ‘til you find more cliffs that hang over lakes . . . It faded away as Lynné became lost in thought.
Yes, That’ll work, she decided finally. But first I’ve gotta find a ride.
Didn’t think of that, didja? the voice cackled gleefully.
No sh*t, Sherlock, shot Lynné. Meh. There’s a convenience store not too far from here. It’s right out by the main road.
Do you know how far the main road is from here!? the voice demanded, clearly outraged.
I wore sneakers, Lynné thought with a roll of her eyes.
Ugh. . .
~*~