"Aren't you the mad tactician," Storm said as he wrenched open the door of the convertible and climbed in the front seat.

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Angle smirked, "I pride myself in last minute plans..." She hopped into the drivers seat, humorously humming the theme song to Mission Impossible. Pulling out of the parking section, she headed down the road after instructing Nathan to lead.

She glanced at Storm while steering the wheel one handed. "So, what sort of jobs do you do? Is it always for pay, or do you just do things on impulse and on your own judgment?"

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Gwyn sat in the back of the car completely silent. She was thinking about what had got her into all of this...the one action that completely altered the course of her once happy life...

Gwyn leaned against her father, watching football and eating popcorn.
"Yes!!!" he exclaimed, as his favorite team scored a touch down. Gwyn had no idea what was going on in the game or which team her father was rooting for, but watched anyways.
Ivan swore as the commercial break took over.
"Hey dad?" Gwyn asked. "Can we go hunting again tomorrow?" He laughed.
"You really seem to take an interest in hunting...very well. But make sure you're ready to go out the door when it's time. It must have taken you two hours to get ready this morning..."
They fell silent. Gwyn leaned against her dad, thinking about all of their adventures together. Suddenly, she thought of a question she had never thought of before.
"Hey dad...did I have a mother?"
Suddenly, Ivan's face became pale. His face seemed to give an eery glow under the fluorescent light.
"Dad?"
"Oh, Gwyn...I'd rather much not talk about this..."
Gwyn continued munching on her popcorn.
"Dad...why don't you want to tell me? I won't miss her or anything, or get sad and run away..."
Ivan was still white. "Gwyn..."
"Please?" Gwyn pleaded. Ivan took a deep sigh. After what seemed like hours later, the football game came back on, but he turned the T.V. off.
"Sweetie, I don't think you can handle this..."
"Of course I can, dad! Tell me!"
Ivan took another long pause. Why had she brought it up so suddenly? he wondered.
"Promise not to tell anyone..." he said quietly. Gwyn nodded impatiently.
"I....I was a young man at that time, and I had a very short temper...I wasn't thinking, I...I..." he gulped. "Gwyn, your mother isn't around...I...killed her."
Gwyn gasped in horror. "What??"
"See, I told you you couldn't handle I should just stop-"
"No, please go on dad...I was just...."
"I was young, Gwyn, understand I am a very different person now...I wouldn't do such a thing now and I regret it so deeply...I would turn down a million dollars to be able to change the past."
He paused again.
"I covered her in oil and burned her alive." he said so quietly that Gwyn almost didn't hear. But he was right. Gwyn could not take this.
"WHAT?? YOU MURDERER!!!" She stood up so quickly that all of the popcorn spilled on the floor. Ivan got up and backed up into the kitchen. Gwyn grabbed the handgun in the drawer and pointed it at her own father. She was breathing hard. Ivan laughed.
"Pathetic." he muttered. "My little girl is pointing a gun at me."
Something burned something inside Gwyn...Just pull it! He killed your mother...he's a murderer...he deserves to die...Gwyn tried to put the gun back into the drawer, but the feeling remained. Without knowing so, she pulled the trigger and an eery silence filled the night after the boom of the gunshot. Suddenly, she realized what she did.
"DAD!!! No...no....I didn't..."
But he was already dead.
She weeped uncontrollably over his dead body, unable to stop the tears pouring out Niagra Falls out of her eyes.
"Dad! No...please...forgive me...I didn't mean..."
Then, she heard talking outside of the door. It was her neighbors.
"I thought I heard a gunshot!" it said. Gwyn opened her eyes in horror, never considering how dangerous that the consequences might be...she quickly took the gun and crept out into the night out the back door.
(G2G! )

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(O_O wow... what a story... *low whistle* that must've taken a while to write... oh drat, now Angle might take pity... >< lol)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Nathan opened the car`s windov as he light a cigarette, his hands were shaking. He looked angle after the first smokes who was waiting instructions.

"The clubs name is Jewel shortly, but the russians have another calling for it, which I never really learned for some reason..."

(I have one problem with you ppl here, no offense, but it sucks when I have so much cathing up and my character can`t react to any events as you rp!)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(Ahh! I'm sorry.... It's these blasted time differences lol)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"Ok... I think I've seen that club..." Angle nodded, "Meet you there, then... and how do you want to do it? Burst in there? Or pick em off as they come out? I've got my rifle in the back if that's what you want to do... then as the boss comes out, he's all yours..."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Nathan hmped.

"Let`s go there and check the place out... first.."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Angled gave a firm nod, "right... see you there." She wasn't used to dealing in person with someone let alone several. She hated it, hated how it was becoming crowded, and hated the fact that she couldn't go it alone.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

lol, you live in eastern US? or close?

maybe we shouldn't rpg so much and let our Finnish friend catch up....

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"Police car ahead," Storm reported. Holy sht, are they still looking for me?

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(east coast... our Finnish friend will meet us at the club, so I guess we can rp, but we should keep the time difference in mind in the future... lol)


Angle clenched her jaw, "duck down..." She pulled on a baseball cap and pulled the convertable down to match the speed limit.

(I suppose they should be behind us...) "sht... " she muttered, "they're pulling us over for speeding... we can't afford a chase, just rough up your hair a bit and put on that leather jacket beside you..."

Pulling over to the side, she made sure she was on the road enough to be able to take off if needed.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

by the way, I added you on my MSN messenger contacts if that's okay


Storm snatched up the jacket and pulled the collar high to hide as much of his face as possible. He scrambled into the back seat and hunched down.

Two policemen demanded for Angle to roll down her window. They shone a flashlight into the car, inspecting it with one cursory glance.

"Ma'am, you're under arrest for passing the speed limit. This is a local highway, the speed limit is 55. May I see your drivers license please?"

As Angle rummaged for her license, which was no doubt under an alias, the second policeman shone his flashlight curiously into Storm's face. The cop's brow furrowed.

"Hey, cut that out!" Storm rasped in his "I'm-a-stupid-gangster-don't-mess-with-me" voice. "I'm tryin' to sleep, yo fool."

The policeman frowned and averted his gaze.

As Angle continued to speak to the first cop, the second one's stare sidled over to Storm's face again. Suddenly he burst out, "You're on the wanted list! Hands up, you're under arrest!" and whipped out his gun.

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(sure! ^^ quite alright... oh, and by the way, a Z-4 has no back seat ^^)

Angle was about to excuse herself for speeding, taking on the act of a younger woman, "I'm sorry officer, my boyfriend got a bit drunk, as you can see, and I had to drive his car, and well, I wasn't quite used to it so... "

She stopped as the cop yelled out his recognition of Storm. She stomped the gas pedal, not even having put it in park, and took off after pushing the cop out of the way with her arm.

She muttered several strings of curses and glanced at Storm. "The drunk boyfriend ploy might have worked if you had kept quiet and just pretended to sleep..."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(eh... sorry not very good at recognizing cars lol)

The sirens were already sounding behind them as more police cars took up the cue and joined them.

"Shut up and drive before they bring a ************************************************************************ (lmao) helicopter!" Storm retorted.

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"I can drive and talk at the same time, and I don't need you telling me what to do," Angle shot back, her eyes narrowed.

She punched down on the pedal harder and kicked it into high speed. Applying the right amount of brake, then hitting the gas again, Angle made a nearly impossible turn off the road by screeching sideways.

"Throw this out the window... " she said as she tossed Storm a canister. "Wait till we reach the cross roads... we're far enough ahead of them, that that smoke should confuse them..."

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~