Tuesday, April 26, 2011

This has nothing to do with the song

...but I'm still going to post this video with it. Just because.

Part XVI – Hello Old Friend

He was breathless at the image of beauty before him.  Her hair was long, and fiery red, and her red dress was well tailored to fit her petite, athletic figure.  Her bright green eyes met his, and her moist, red lips formed the word ‘Hello.’
“Hi,” he responds.
“Hi, yourself.”  She pulls a smoke from her purse, an old fashioned Long Light.
“Got a light?” she asks, fluttering her lashes at him.
“I don’t smoke,” he replies.
“Everyone smokes.”  She flips her hair.
“I don’t.”
“Well, you should start,” she says, reaching into her purse for her lighter.  “What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you.”
“Oh, how romantic.  Do you say that to all the pigeons?”
“Only you,” he says, taking the Long from between her lips.  He puts it out in the ashtray.
“How’s that, yobbo?”  she says, annoyed by his daring.
“You should stop.  At least for now.  We should get going.”  He grabs her hand with his cyberarm.
“What’s your hurry, old man?  You don’t see your war buddy for years, then we can’t stay out late?  Aunt Sarah got you on a short leash?”  the fire-haired girl jokes.
“Sarah’s gone.”  The pain is clear in his eyes as the words come out.  “You’re being followed.  We should go. Now.”
“Oh, Gods, I’m sorry.  I didn’t know.”
“Forget it.  Those suits are here to watch you.”
“Who?” she asks, turning to look that way.
“No, don’t… now we gotta go.  They know we spotted them.”
“Where’ll we go?” she asks him.
“I’ll explain on the way,” he says as he escorts her to the door.  “Let’s hurry; Vostok’s waiting.”
“Vostok?” she questions.  “I thought he was dead.”
“I hope not; he’s our getaway driver.”

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