| Subject: Nothing Is Easy (Complications) |
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Sleek Hardelocke
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Date Posted: 17:26:03 04/25/02 Thu
Sleek noticed his reflection transparently glinting back at him from the glass windshield of the BlackCat as he touched down in New Detroit on Mars. He shut off the engines without taking his eyes off of it, and remained for a minute after the smooth whistling hum of the turbines had ceased. He sat there, staring into himself, as though it were another one of the staring contests he had often become embroiled in in his youth. He thought on that for a moment, still looking at his reflection.
"..."
He hated what he saw. With that, he finally opened the hatch and made a short jump off the side of his ship, landing bluntly on his heavy boots with a thud that stirred up dust from the old abandoned lot he had landed in. Sleek knew he really wouldn't be here for more than a half hour. He always stopped by New Detroit every so often, just to visit an old contact he had earned with oddjobs in his youth. Of course, most of the time the old mob informant didn't have anything new to report on the whereabouts of the last of the Russe family, or any definite leads on possible suspects. Being a druglord, Papa Russe had a lot of enemies, and a huge Woolong symbol on his head; it could have been pretty much anyone in THIS galaxy. Still, Sleek hadn't eaten in almost two days, just from being on his feet and he thought he would have a sandwich or something.
Sleek made it a block and a half before it happened. From seemingly out of nowhere, there was suddenly a spritely blur of dark red clothing, and he was swept up and yanked harshly thru the door of the adjacent barber shop. Finally getting a chance to look his assailant over, Sleek saw that it was a young woman, clad all in red with two matching scars running at angles down her face. Her dress seemed to suggest some strange ballet, or a theatre troop. Either way, Sleek didn't especially care.
"What the hell did you grab you me for?!" He demanded.
"To throw you at them of course!" So saying, Sleek was suddenly thru the doors again, and this time found himself in a massive collision with two men in dark blue suits. Still bewildered and now slightly dizzy, Sleek stood to his feet and seperated from the two men, only to find himself immediately slugged in the jaw by the larger one. Sleek looked up from his new position on the ground to see all three running down the street, with the girl at a pretty good lead. Always one to seek retribution, Sleek got back onto his fet, brushed off and drew a pistol.
"You TRY to get a sandwich..." He said irritably to none in particular. He took off after them, determined to find out wha the hell was going on as well as pay back that girl and that thug. Who knows. This could be a lead.
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