Body Guard [Maverick]
Jun 10, 2014 18:30:03 GMT -5
Post by Madeline "Madd" McKenna on Jun 10, 2014 18:30:03 GMT -5
She had no issue with Pravus really. The dirty, cheating, and corrupt bastards had never done a thing wrong to her. For the most part, ensconced in her rat hole, the ginger-haired girl was left to her own devices. Fast food three nights a week. The occasional drink of alcohol and a few card games, here and there, were all her illegal activities in life. The navy-and-white left her alone, mostly.
The thing was, when your uncle and father were bigwigs, sometimes she had to deal with terrorists. The use of the name McKenna was enough to crinkle noses—as if she smelled of the government itself. Sometimes, when her Uncle Joel was mentioned, she was proud to be part od such an old family. Most people turned immediately to thoughts of her monstrous-looking uncle and his monstrous behaving younger brother. Kole was the far worse of the two. He was heartless. He was conniving. He was manipulative. But today, locked inside her apartment on her only day off that week, she was furious at both of the bastards. Her cheap door, which was made of white particle board, remained dead-bolted.
Her cellphone lay hung-up on a three-legged table, which was balanced on one of her mother’s romance novels. Fingers massaged at an aching temple, just the littlest of clockwise circles. A cigarette hung in her mouth—even though the old stove was leaking a bit of gas. A Linoone, laying beside her on the couch, just scowled. “I’ll just rip the bastard’s throat out! He can’t tell us what to do!” Madeline, the rebel at heart, truly wanted to agree. “I know. But, maybe, just this once, we should listen.” A terrorist had sent threats to her shithole, her cousin’s apartment, and every other living member of her family. The signed name was that of a dangerous group—a serious one. “It is annoying though—I don’t see why they need to come over here and inspect anything” Her cigarette smoldered as she took another deep drag of its nicotine. Her nerves seemed to calm down, or at least her irritation.
She did not notice the package sitting upon her counter—where it had laid for the past day and a half. The fact that it was unmarked did not bother her either; she lived in a shithole and had some lazy mailmen. Eyes glanced up at the clock. It was shortly before 10 am—far too early for her to be up. He would be late in a few more moments Some strange bastard was not coming in her dive without her knowledge and direct supervision. She did not have much but, what she did have, she truly wanted to keep close at hand. Her leg shook with irritation as she turned back to the television.
A bodyguard was heading her way. Supposedly he had been assigned to Aubre, for just about fie minutes, her uncle had remembered her fear of dogs. The older cousin, while she thought them smelly, had no personal issues with the animal. A knock was heard at the door. Raising to her feet, socks of neon green upon her feet, she headed towards the door.
She pulled it open just an inch. Smoke billowed out as if he stood before a dragon’s cage. “I will need to see I.D. and direct permission, just in case.” The Linoone behind her butted out between her legs. “Or I can just gnaw your nuts off—always fun.” A boot prodded his thick and fuzzy tail. The rodent did not care. “We don’t got no place for any terrorists—it’s cramped enough as it is.’ Madeline could not help: “We do not have any—“ A growl. “Shut your hoity toity goddamned mouth! Doing what daddy wants!? First you let the fucker in—then you start speaking all fancy! Then you move into his basement and become his puppet!” Pulling on the door, half strangling the beast, she turned a sweet smile to the dark-haired man.
“I do hope your morning is better than mine sir.” She avoided a blunt claw. “Honestly.”
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