A guy finds a girl that is a perfect fit.
What the fuck do I do now? Oh Fuck! Sure a normal woman should be screaming and crying and I'm here analyzing technicalities….just chill out. She always had a tendency to use the F word too much when stressed and pissed.
Yep and I'm completely nude except the damn garter and stockings. Shit. Screw it, pull yourself together damn it. Suck it up she told herself. Grabbing the flask from her backpack she took out her cell and took a few drinks. OK think damn it. She could just run away, oh yeah that'll fucking work. Damn it. First check the dead guy's pockets. She found a usb drive and a written note. She used a tissue to wrap both in. She hid them in her secret purse compartment.
Connor, Connor O'Brien is on the police force here and I can have him help me. He'll help, we used to work together. She hit speed Dial.
"Hey M babe, how are you? I've been meaning to meet you for lunch and we could talk about your new job, how's the big guy at work? How's Ken?" as Connor rambled.
"Fuck Connor, shut up. I need help! I need to call in a favor big time! This is bad." she screamed softly.
"M what the hell is wrong, breath, what happened? Whatever it is I'll be there for you just say the word. It can't be that bad, oh shit, you are freaking out, it has to be that bad, tell me" he finally stopped talking.
It all came rambling out of her mouth fragmented pieces gunman, going to rape her, her clothes all ripped off, her shooting him, losing her job and the need to relocate.
"Ok calm down M, are you at your new job in the new building, 27th floor right?" he asked in a worried tone of voice.
"Yes, but if you just come crime scene it I'll lose my job have to change names and relocate all over. SHIT! " she screamed softly.
"M, take a xanax, stay exactly where you are. We'll handle this together. Doll face, it'll be fine. We'll work it out so your life doesn't fall apart" Connor soothed her.
"OK, hurry please" she pleaded.
Connor arrived 10 minutes later. Fuck this has got to be bad if she's freaking. At the front desk of the building he showed his badge and they let him up to the 27th floor. He walked into the office.
"M, where are you doll?" Connor's voice tensed as he spoke.
"In here, the office to the left, the door is open" her voice seemed steady.
She was sitting in her chair, drinking from the flask, legs crossed and basically nude other than the garter and stockings. The dead guy and her bruised appearance killed his hard on.
"Didn't happen to bring me anything to wear did you?" she asked.
"Here you go doll, it's just a blanket but we gotta do this right. M, you OK?" he said.
"I'll be fine what do we need to do, let's get to it. What needs to be done to do this right?" she said sternly.
Connor thought to himself while looking at her "damn, when she locks down like this I know we're in trouble. I'm used to dealing with females crying and sobbing but this ice princess shit scares the hell out of me after what she's gone through". She's not even fazed by the dead guy on the floor other than complications on her personal life.
"M, we have to get others I work with in here. The whole 9 yards doll face, don't worry. I'll take care of ballistics and the gun. No worries doll. My men will be here anytime now. Now, hit me here and remember you hit the gun from him but don't remember anything after being knocked out until you woke up. I shot him is what you assume, got it. I was coming to take you to lunch to discuss your worries about your upcoming marriage. Don't worry doll with the government record you have they won't want you having anything to do with a shooting, any discrepancy will be erased" Connor said easily. She slugged him.
"Ok, fuck, you're sending me to the hospital with this whole 9 yards shit right? Damn I hate the hospital. Call the band and tell them I'm so sorry but I'm sick" she said.
"Damn woman, you don't hit like a girl, give me your gun and anything else I need to hide"