Post by wrath on Feb 21, 2015 19:42:15 GMT
{Off Camera}
Diary of a Deadman 03: McCarthy
People once upon a time said Senator Joe McCarthy was as paranoid as the day was long…
Turns out he was right. Turns out that that man had the foresight, intelligence, and knowledge to see what communism would do to not only the US but the world. He was smart enough to see that communism was a threat to the life of the free man, and an end to free will. He saw it as the old school system of tyranny it really is.
Sixty years later, McCarthy’s worst nightmares have come to life. Special interest groups run everything, and the all powerful military-industrial complex that the great President General Dwight D Eisenhower warned us about rules the roost. It used to be that nothing in America was free, you had to work your ass off to make something of yourself. And we had the best of everything because of it.
The smartest people, the strongest bodies; America had the best and brightest the world had to offer. But when you look at what the communists have done since then… we have the best of nothing. Our borders have collapsed, our education system sucks. It used to be that there wasn’t shit free. Now it seems that everything is free… but it’s all shit.
There’s free schooling, but it’s Common Core… so two plus two can equal five and that’s okay… cuz it’s friendly. There’s free food when the EBT card gets its hit every month… but it’s all GMO. There’s free water, but it’s overloaded with glyphosates, statin drugs, fluoride, and any number of the antidepressants people pissed back into the water supply. Free health care… cuz stealing your income tax return cuz you don’t have enough insurance is really free…
My parents used to tell me there was a time in America where it actually was a free country. A time where we were free from the clutches of Fabian socialism and the mob rule of political correctness. I’ve heard about it, I’ve read about it, but honestly… I’ve never lived it.
I can’t lie, I was the definition, as a teenager, of what people mean when they say MERICA! I was a flag waving, Bush loving, red blooded Texan boy. I played football, I boxed and did martial arts, I was an academic standout. You coulda just pinned a big lone star flag on me and I’da been tickled pink. Still would be, because a lot of that shit hasn’t changed.
I still love America. I still believe in my people. I still believe in the ideals of truth, justice, and the American way. I believe in mom and apple pie, because it’s the greatest thing that ever happened to the world. And it still would be if it weren’t for the fucking commies.
Fucking commies. Commies commies everywhere! Democrats are socialist, republicans are facists.. and it’s just one big fucking communist party! Hello people it wasn’t the United Soviet Communist Republic… there’s a reason it was the fucking USSR. There’s a reason we call Nazi’s facists. There’s a reason all of our armed service men held placards over their faces that read “I will not fight on behalf of Al-CIA-DUH in Syria.” While they snapped selfies and tweeted them out as protest.
Someone has to start working to stop these fucking commies.
Mao Ze Dong killed eighty million people, Stalin killed fifty million of his own countrymen. Hitler is in fourth fucking place on the all time kill list.
Looks like Alex Atwater has a long road ahead of him…
Cuz I ain’t letting that shit happen to America. Over my dead fucking body.
Patton was right… we should have pushed clean through to Stalingrad…
{On Camera}
…Trying to Figure Out A Way That I Can Blow Your Face Off
The camera comes on in an undisclosed location in the Nevada desert. As the camera comes into focus, there is a large group of men with their backs to the cameras. There are a mess of targets several hundred yards down from the men, barely visible by the camera. In an instant, the report of rifles cracking and the flashing of muzzles expelling lead down range. The camera focuses in on the back of one man’s head. Slowly, the rifles get lowered, and Alex Atwater turns around, to find the cameras there. He looks surprised to see it recording.
Atwater slings the rifle down and leaves it pointed down as he approaches the camera. The tactical gear that is draped across his body is the best battlefield tech that money can buy. Alex smirks as he looks at the cameras, knowing exactly why it’s on and why it’s there.
Atwater smirks and looks amused as he begins to speak. “ You know, this week is looking better than last week, which is hard to say. It wasn’t my finest hour. But it’s not exactly easy to be partnered with someone you’ve spent years fighting against. It’s not an excuse, I should have gotten the job done, but that clusterfuck of a match was last week. This week the stakes are a whole hell of a lot higher. Shit, it’s a double dose of pain and anguish for a couple of people.”
Alex takes a step back with a knowing smile on his face “Now I know, that is a mighty big presumption, but I don’t see it that way. Walking into Danger Zone, I’m getting exactly what I wanted, exactly what I came here for. I wanted to stand across the ring from another man and exert my dominance on him. I wanted to be squared off against the best the world has to offer and show that they pale in comparison to one of the deadliest American war machines.”
Alex nods, and lets his hand rest on the trigger guard of the assault rifle. “And that has put me on a very amazing journey. At Danger Zone I get to stand across the ring from Victor Jace. And it isn’t like I haven’t seen or heard of him before. He’s been around the circuit, he’s been on TV… I know who Victor Jace is and what he does. I’m not saying Danger Zone isn’t going to be a grind, because it most certainly is. But that’s what it’s about, isn’t it?”
Alex smirks and shakes his head “No challenge is insurmountable, and Victor Jace certainly isn’t. Do you want to know what I really think about you Jace? I think you’re a veteran by name only. I think you’re a man that has made a name for himself by coming and going. I think you’re a man that has always been the top of the bottom or the bottom of the top. And I damn sure don’t plan to end up in that category. But what does that say about the two of us?”
Alex moves a bit closer to the camera, his tone becoming more serious “I’ve been at this shit for… a year and a half, maybe… Half of that was sitting on the sidelines waiting for my number to be called. You’ve been at this for a very long time Victor… and you and I are in the same station. I’m very much on the rise. I roll through your half wit ass and I’m on my way to a match with Warren Kidd for his Invictus title. You beat me… you just beat a rookie and maybe win a title that’s above your station… until I get my hands on you again.”
Alex cracks his knuckles and stares at the cameras intensely. “I’ve been training hard Victor. Day in, day out… I’ve been working with men that have already put you on your back and left you boots up. And they did it quite handily Victor. I’m not the ordinary rookie Victor. Sure, I’ve had a few hiccups, but they’re growing pains. They’re just the hard lessons that are needed to hone me into a more battle tested warrior that stands the test of time. There won’t be any mistakes with you when I step in the ring at Danger Zone. It’ll just be me and you Victor…
Atwater nods appreciatively “And I’m going to kick your clean into the sixth row. You’re not going to know where it came from, you’re not going to know what hit you, but some part of my body is going to send you into a black abyss. Might be the elbow, might be my fist, probably going to be the heel of my foot flash kicking you out of those shinny little boots… but at Danger Zone it all ends the same way. It ends the way it usually does for you… on your back, like a good bridesmaid should be.”
Alex shakes his head a bit and snickers slightly. “And then there’s Warren Kidd, the man that when I get past Victor Jace I’ll get the pleasure of meeting in the center of the ring. He’s certainly someone that needs to be regarded with some respect. There’s always a danger in a man that is trying to find his path in life. Warren Kidd is lost and that makes him a very dangerous man.”
Alex rolls his shoulders a few times and cracks his neck. “He certainly doesn’t lack the skills, there’s twelve pounds of metal and leather hanging around his waist to prove it. He didn’t get through the men that he got through to get where he was. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t fallible. It certainly doesn’t mean that he isn’t human and doesn’t be pain. And it doesn’t mean that his spirit can’t be broken.”
Alex laughs slightly. “I don’t care what force you serve Warren, I serve a force greater than yours. I serve the side of truth and justice. I serve the side of all the things that make America the greatest country in the world. I’m battling for all of the people that feel like they can’t make a difference. I’m battling for all of the people that are too afraid to stand up and fight. That’s the gift god gave me. Sure, I’m intelligent, but I was given a warriors path in life.”
Atwater slings the rifle over his back. “Some men are capable of great works of art in painting, some make beautiful music. I was built for the battle field. I was built to be in a fight. I know what I am, and what I am when I get inside of that ring is an assassin. If you make a mistake Warren, just one mistake, I’m going to chew you up and take away whatever it was that you gave me. Because you will crash and burn Warren. It’s just a matter of time.”
Atwater shakes his head with a disgusted look on his face. “It’s just a matter of time before history repeats itself. It’s just a matter of time before a liberty loving blue coat sends a fucking red coat running away with his tail between his legs. It’s going to be a fun night in Las Vegas, because I’m going to get to crack me open a lobster back and have a good night taking his treasure from him.”
Atwater’s disgust continues to show on his face. “So please, Warren, run your mealy mouth and talk about how big and bad you are. Talk about your guiding lights, and Gospels of Judas, because I don’t give a good god damn son. I don’t care what you have to say. Shit, I don’t even want to say this, but I have a little more class than Marshawn Lynch. I know what the fans want, and I know they damn sure deserve what the hell they pay for with their hard earned money.”
Atwater shakes his head in disbelief “You can look down on the people, you can look down on the rest of the roster with your little band of misfits, but those people are who pay the bills. They’re the reason we get to walk out there and do what we love. And a lot more people should be grateful of it. So one way or another, I’m going to give them their monies worth. They damn sure aren’t getting much of that anymore…”
Alex smirks and continues “But I’m going to give it to them at the Pay Per View, and then I’m going to give it to them again when I get in the ring with Warren Kidd and I get the opportunity of a life time to make my career. I know what’s on the line here. I know that this is my career on the line here. I know that this is the point where I either become the thing of legend or just another guy in the wheels of the machine. This is where I step the fuck up or step the fuck off…”
Atwater laughs and starts to walk away but stops, and looks back at the cameras. “I’m going to leave you two boys looking like Saddam Hussien”
The camera fades out as Atwater walks away from the cameras and back to his shooting line.
{Off Camera}
The Power of Greed: Chapter 3
Alex certainly wasn't amused by her attitude, because as far as he concerned, she was ear marked for a noose at this moment. He found it hard to believe that she had no knowledge of what her future husband had been up to. It was possible he hadn't told her, but he needed to find out. It wouldn't be the first time people in a political marriage didn't really speak to one another.
Stepping out into the afternoon sun, Alex stared down at her with unwavering eyes. He needed to play the part of bodyguard, even though he was the one she needed guarding from. Alex listened to her and noticed how she handled herself. Privilege had a way of making people rude to those that were tasked with the menial duties the privileged couldn't be bothered with.
"Three rules, Lily. I tell you something isn't safe, it isn't up for discussion. Your secrets are just that. I overhear something, you tell me something, it never leaves me. Not even to your father. You want to go do a bunch of blow or fuck some guy, not my business. I'd be out of business if I spilled client secrets. And third, I don't need this shit. Treat me with respect and we'll get along famously. I'm already wealthy enough to never work again, and I'm not going to die for a spoiled socialite that has no respect for me. This is my payoff for years of low pay in sandbox shit holes with people shooting at me." Alex said.
He had laid his cards on the table for the young lady as best he could. But that didn't stop him from feeling rather annoyed by the whole job. He could already tell it was going to be a very long run, and he read dressing every moment of it. He was aware that he needed to stick it out. National security was paramount and he was not going to be the guy that threw that turd in the punch bowl. "Food is fine, but we should be quick." Alex responded, knowing she didn't like his presence.
Well, dammit.
Why did he have to go ahead and say it like it was? Sure, Lily was quite privileged like a bunch of other political brats, but she had always refused to let it define her. She was better than that! Or, at least, she tried to be. So when he called her behavior out, she fought the overwhelming urge to pout by pressing her lips together.
And even though Lily had always managed to look quite stunning with a perfectly subtle pout on her lips, she suppressed the want to do so, she grudgingly admitted he was right. It wasn't his fault he was there acting as her bodyguard. She was simply taking her annoyance at the situation out on him even though the whole thing was beyond both of their control.
That and she always strived not to be the steamrolling, heartless powerhouse her father was. But she also didn't want Alex to know he'd struck a reluctant chord, so she hefted a beleaguered sigh.
"Alright," she gave him. Lily may have been able to see reason and call a spade a spade, but the words 'I'm sorry' were still too difficult for her rich-girl tongue to offer up so freely.
"There's a burger joint not far from my condo, but it's still across town from here."
Lifting her car keys from her purse, she looked at him uncertainly from behind her sunglasses. "Am I still allowed to drive?" she asked, this time with much less petulance.
Although, even if the answer was 'yes' she assumed he'd be coming with her and she wasn't sure if a man of his stature would be comfortable, let alone fit in her sporty little Maserati. Cash had rode in it plenty, but he was at least half a foot shorter than Alex and not nearly so broad with muscles.
Alex could certainly see the expression on her face sour when he had called her spoiled. Most people wouldn't have caught it, but Alex wasn't most people. His time with the special forces had done a lot of good for him and left him with many unique talents. Reading expressions and micro expressions was one of the more useful talents.
Looking at the car keys in her hand, he couldn't help but laugh at the fact that she wanted to drive. Alex was not about to let that happen. He assumed she couldn't even change her own tire, let alone know how to lay the rubber down and stay alive when someone was trying to run them off the road. "Not until you complete some very advanced driving courses." Alex said, snatching the keys from her hand with a lightning speed that betrayed his huge size.
He walked towards her car, hitting the button about twenty yards away. He knew he was going to be cramped, but for a short drive. He made a note to get his Audi dropped off at her condo. It was bigger and had armor fixed into it. When he got close to her car he knelt down. His eyes scanned under the car, and when he was satisfied, he stood back up.
"Okay, get in." He said as he worked to the driver’s side. He folded himself up and got into the driver’s seat, looking just a bit comical in the small sports car.
Diary of a Deadman 03: McCarthy
People once upon a time said Senator Joe McCarthy was as paranoid as the day was long…
Turns out he was right. Turns out that that man had the foresight, intelligence, and knowledge to see what communism would do to not only the US but the world. He was smart enough to see that communism was a threat to the life of the free man, and an end to free will. He saw it as the old school system of tyranny it really is.
Sixty years later, McCarthy’s worst nightmares have come to life. Special interest groups run everything, and the all powerful military-industrial complex that the great President General Dwight D Eisenhower warned us about rules the roost. It used to be that nothing in America was free, you had to work your ass off to make something of yourself. And we had the best of everything because of it.
The smartest people, the strongest bodies; America had the best and brightest the world had to offer. But when you look at what the communists have done since then… we have the best of nothing. Our borders have collapsed, our education system sucks. It used to be that there wasn’t shit free. Now it seems that everything is free… but it’s all shit.
There’s free schooling, but it’s Common Core… so two plus two can equal five and that’s okay… cuz it’s friendly. There’s free food when the EBT card gets its hit every month… but it’s all GMO. There’s free water, but it’s overloaded with glyphosates, statin drugs, fluoride, and any number of the antidepressants people pissed back into the water supply. Free health care… cuz stealing your income tax return cuz you don’t have enough insurance is really free…
My parents used to tell me there was a time in America where it actually was a free country. A time where we were free from the clutches of Fabian socialism and the mob rule of political correctness. I’ve heard about it, I’ve read about it, but honestly… I’ve never lived it.
I can’t lie, I was the definition, as a teenager, of what people mean when they say MERICA! I was a flag waving, Bush loving, red blooded Texan boy. I played football, I boxed and did martial arts, I was an academic standout. You coulda just pinned a big lone star flag on me and I’da been tickled pink. Still would be, because a lot of that shit hasn’t changed.
I still love America. I still believe in my people. I still believe in the ideals of truth, justice, and the American way. I believe in mom and apple pie, because it’s the greatest thing that ever happened to the world. And it still would be if it weren’t for the fucking commies.
Fucking commies. Commies commies everywhere! Democrats are socialist, republicans are facists.. and it’s just one big fucking communist party! Hello people it wasn’t the United Soviet Communist Republic… there’s a reason it was the fucking USSR. There’s a reason we call Nazi’s facists. There’s a reason all of our armed service men held placards over their faces that read “I will not fight on behalf of Al-CIA-DUH in Syria.” While they snapped selfies and tweeted them out as protest.
Someone has to start working to stop these fucking commies.
Mao Ze Dong killed eighty million people, Stalin killed fifty million of his own countrymen. Hitler is in fourth fucking place on the all time kill list.
Looks like Alex Atwater has a long road ahead of him…
Cuz I ain’t letting that shit happen to America. Over my dead fucking body.
Patton was right… we should have pushed clean through to Stalingrad…
{On Camera}
…Trying to Figure Out A Way That I Can Blow Your Face Off
The camera comes on in an undisclosed location in the Nevada desert. As the camera comes into focus, there is a large group of men with their backs to the cameras. There are a mess of targets several hundred yards down from the men, barely visible by the camera. In an instant, the report of rifles cracking and the flashing of muzzles expelling lead down range. The camera focuses in on the back of one man’s head. Slowly, the rifles get lowered, and Alex Atwater turns around, to find the cameras there. He looks surprised to see it recording.
Atwater slings the rifle down and leaves it pointed down as he approaches the camera. The tactical gear that is draped across his body is the best battlefield tech that money can buy. Alex smirks as he looks at the cameras, knowing exactly why it’s on and why it’s there.
Atwater smirks and looks amused as he begins to speak. “ You know, this week is looking better than last week, which is hard to say. It wasn’t my finest hour. But it’s not exactly easy to be partnered with someone you’ve spent years fighting against. It’s not an excuse, I should have gotten the job done, but that clusterfuck of a match was last week. This week the stakes are a whole hell of a lot higher. Shit, it’s a double dose of pain and anguish for a couple of people.”
Alex takes a step back with a knowing smile on his face “Now I know, that is a mighty big presumption, but I don’t see it that way. Walking into Danger Zone, I’m getting exactly what I wanted, exactly what I came here for. I wanted to stand across the ring from another man and exert my dominance on him. I wanted to be squared off against the best the world has to offer and show that they pale in comparison to one of the deadliest American war machines.”
Alex nods, and lets his hand rest on the trigger guard of the assault rifle. “And that has put me on a very amazing journey. At Danger Zone I get to stand across the ring from Victor Jace. And it isn’t like I haven’t seen or heard of him before. He’s been around the circuit, he’s been on TV… I know who Victor Jace is and what he does. I’m not saying Danger Zone isn’t going to be a grind, because it most certainly is. But that’s what it’s about, isn’t it?”
Alex smirks and shakes his head “No challenge is insurmountable, and Victor Jace certainly isn’t. Do you want to know what I really think about you Jace? I think you’re a veteran by name only. I think you’re a man that has made a name for himself by coming and going. I think you’re a man that has always been the top of the bottom or the bottom of the top. And I damn sure don’t plan to end up in that category. But what does that say about the two of us?”
Alex moves a bit closer to the camera, his tone becoming more serious “I’ve been at this shit for… a year and a half, maybe… Half of that was sitting on the sidelines waiting for my number to be called. You’ve been at this for a very long time Victor… and you and I are in the same station. I’m very much on the rise. I roll through your half wit ass and I’m on my way to a match with Warren Kidd for his Invictus title. You beat me… you just beat a rookie and maybe win a title that’s above your station… until I get my hands on you again.”
Alex cracks his knuckles and stares at the cameras intensely. “I’ve been training hard Victor. Day in, day out… I’ve been working with men that have already put you on your back and left you boots up. And they did it quite handily Victor. I’m not the ordinary rookie Victor. Sure, I’ve had a few hiccups, but they’re growing pains. They’re just the hard lessons that are needed to hone me into a more battle tested warrior that stands the test of time. There won’t be any mistakes with you when I step in the ring at Danger Zone. It’ll just be me and you Victor…
Atwater nods appreciatively “And I’m going to kick your clean into the sixth row. You’re not going to know where it came from, you’re not going to know what hit you, but some part of my body is going to send you into a black abyss. Might be the elbow, might be my fist, probably going to be the heel of my foot flash kicking you out of those shinny little boots… but at Danger Zone it all ends the same way. It ends the way it usually does for you… on your back, like a good bridesmaid should be.”
Alex shakes his head a bit and snickers slightly. “And then there’s Warren Kidd, the man that when I get past Victor Jace I’ll get the pleasure of meeting in the center of the ring. He’s certainly someone that needs to be regarded with some respect. There’s always a danger in a man that is trying to find his path in life. Warren Kidd is lost and that makes him a very dangerous man.”
Alex rolls his shoulders a few times and cracks his neck. “He certainly doesn’t lack the skills, there’s twelve pounds of metal and leather hanging around his waist to prove it. He didn’t get through the men that he got through to get where he was. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t fallible. It certainly doesn’t mean that he isn’t human and doesn’t be pain. And it doesn’t mean that his spirit can’t be broken.”
Alex laughs slightly. “I don’t care what force you serve Warren, I serve a force greater than yours. I serve the side of truth and justice. I serve the side of all the things that make America the greatest country in the world. I’m battling for all of the people that feel like they can’t make a difference. I’m battling for all of the people that are too afraid to stand up and fight. That’s the gift god gave me. Sure, I’m intelligent, but I was given a warriors path in life.”
Atwater slings the rifle over his back. “Some men are capable of great works of art in painting, some make beautiful music. I was built for the battle field. I was built to be in a fight. I know what I am, and what I am when I get inside of that ring is an assassin. If you make a mistake Warren, just one mistake, I’m going to chew you up and take away whatever it was that you gave me. Because you will crash and burn Warren. It’s just a matter of time.”
Atwater shakes his head with a disgusted look on his face. “It’s just a matter of time before history repeats itself. It’s just a matter of time before a liberty loving blue coat sends a fucking red coat running away with his tail between his legs. It’s going to be a fun night in Las Vegas, because I’m going to get to crack me open a lobster back and have a good night taking his treasure from him.”
Atwater’s disgust continues to show on his face. “So please, Warren, run your mealy mouth and talk about how big and bad you are. Talk about your guiding lights, and Gospels of Judas, because I don’t give a good god damn son. I don’t care what you have to say. Shit, I don’t even want to say this, but I have a little more class than Marshawn Lynch. I know what the fans want, and I know they damn sure deserve what the hell they pay for with their hard earned money.”
Atwater shakes his head in disbelief “You can look down on the people, you can look down on the rest of the roster with your little band of misfits, but those people are who pay the bills. They’re the reason we get to walk out there and do what we love. And a lot more people should be grateful of it. So one way or another, I’m going to give them their monies worth. They damn sure aren’t getting much of that anymore…”
Alex smirks and continues “But I’m going to give it to them at the Pay Per View, and then I’m going to give it to them again when I get in the ring with Warren Kidd and I get the opportunity of a life time to make my career. I know what’s on the line here. I know that this is my career on the line here. I know that this is the point where I either become the thing of legend or just another guy in the wheels of the machine. This is where I step the fuck up or step the fuck off…”
Atwater laughs and starts to walk away but stops, and looks back at the cameras. “I’m going to leave you two boys looking like Saddam Hussien”
The camera fades out as Atwater walks away from the cameras and back to his shooting line.
{Off Camera}
The Power of Greed: Chapter 3
Alex certainly wasn't amused by her attitude, because as far as he concerned, she was ear marked for a noose at this moment. He found it hard to believe that she had no knowledge of what her future husband had been up to. It was possible he hadn't told her, but he needed to find out. It wouldn't be the first time people in a political marriage didn't really speak to one another.
Stepping out into the afternoon sun, Alex stared down at her with unwavering eyes. He needed to play the part of bodyguard, even though he was the one she needed guarding from. Alex listened to her and noticed how she handled herself. Privilege had a way of making people rude to those that were tasked with the menial duties the privileged couldn't be bothered with.
"Three rules, Lily. I tell you something isn't safe, it isn't up for discussion. Your secrets are just that. I overhear something, you tell me something, it never leaves me. Not even to your father. You want to go do a bunch of blow or fuck some guy, not my business. I'd be out of business if I spilled client secrets. And third, I don't need this shit. Treat me with respect and we'll get along famously. I'm already wealthy enough to never work again, and I'm not going to die for a spoiled socialite that has no respect for me. This is my payoff for years of low pay in sandbox shit holes with people shooting at me." Alex said.
He had laid his cards on the table for the young lady as best he could. But that didn't stop him from feeling rather annoyed by the whole job. He could already tell it was going to be a very long run, and he read dressing every moment of it. He was aware that he needed to stick it out. National security was paramount and he was not going to be the guy that threw that turd in the punch bowl. "Food is fine, but we should be quick." Alex responded, knowing she didn't like his presence.
Well, dammit.
Why did he have to go ahead and say it like it was? Sure, Lily was quite privileged like a bunch of other political brats, but she had always refused to let it define her. She was better than that! Or, at least, she tried to be. So when he called her behavior out, she fought the overwhelming urge to pout by pressing her lips together.
And even though Lily had always managed to look quite stunning with a perfectly subtle pout on her lips, she suppressed the want to do so, she grudgingly admitted he was right. It wasn't his fault he was there acting as her bodyguard. She was simply taking her annoyance at the situation out on him even though the whole thing was beyond both of their control.
That and she always strived not to be the steamrolling, heartless powerhouse her father was. But she also didn't want Alex to know he'd struck a reluctant chord, so she hefted a beleaguered sigh.
"Alright," she gave him. Lily may have been able to see reason and call a spade a spade, but the words 'I'm sorry' were still too difficult for her rich-girl tongue to offer up so freely.
"There's a burger joint not far from my condo, but it's still across town from here."
Lifting her car keys from her purse, she looked at him uncertainly from behind her sunglasses. "Am I still allowed to drive?" she asked, this time with much less petulance.
Although, even if the answer was 'yes' she assumed he'd be coming with her and she wasn't sure if a man of his stature would be comfortable, let alone fit in her sporty little Maserati. Cash had rode in it plenty, but he was at least half a foot shorter than Alex and not nearly so broad with muscles.
Alex could certainly see the expression on her face sour when he had called her spoiled. Most people wouldn't have caught it, but Alex wasn't most people. His time with the special forces had done a lot of good for him and left him with many unique talents. Reading expressions and micro expressions was one of the more useful talents.
Looking at the car keys in her hand, he couldn't help but laugh at the fact that she wanted to drive. Alex was not about to let that happen. He assumed she couldn't even change her own tire, let alone know how to lay the rubber down and stay alive when someone was trying to run them off the road. "Not until you complete some very advanced driving courses." Alex said, snatching the keys from her hand with a lightning speed that betrayed his huge size.
He walked towards her car, hitting the button about twenty yards away. He knew he was going to be cramped, but for a short drive. He made a note to get his Audi dropped off at her condo. It was bigger and had armor fixed into it. When he got close to her car he knelt down. His eyes scanned under the car, and when he was satisfied, he stood back up.
"Okay, get in." He said as he worked to the driver’s side. He folded himself up and got into the driver’s seat, looking just a bit comical in the small sports car.
Well howdy there pardner.