Post by Mc "The Bastard" on Feb 26, 2011 0:04:13 GMT -5
Some time later...
Allen turned down his car radio. He didn't need the weather to know it was hot, and he didn't need the traffic to know that the roads were clear. He wasn't driving anyway, and he had nothing better to do this bright, hot desert morning than to sit in his in-repair car.
The blonde's lips pursed behind his dust-mask and he went back to picking grit out of his father's old gun. It seemed like so long ago when he and his sister had used this very car to run from Nevada and all the way to the northern California Territory. They stopped outside of Alkalai City and built a shack, a base of opperations. It went from two rooms to several with a garage and a workshop. And now his cruddy car was parked outside of his makeshift home, and his sister was still behind him.
Ally wore her commonplace expression of concentration. Her head rested on the dashboard and she spun and old quarter on it, watching it till it tumbled. They were enjoying what Allen called a sitting-duck-day, having nothing to really do. Ally would be the only person busy, when she'd go into Alkalai to strike a deal with Allen's favorite weapon's dealer, a deal that had been waiting to close for almost two months. And it was good it was happening now. They had a party comming up.
Minnessota Kellum closed the hood of the car, patting it a few times and pulling Allen out of his thoughts. "All good boss." She piped cheerily"She should run good now." Minnesota was a freckly girl of just eighteen, but she was a valuable asset with her determination and sizable connestions to major black market weapons dealers. On top of that, she could fix and build about anything, but she did have a talking issue, and Allen didn't trust her with much more than maitnence and building.
"Thanks, Minnesota." He said off-handedly as he got out of the car. Ally raised her head momentarily to watch him, but then laid it back down without comment. Ally wasn't the talkative type;never had been, not even before their parent's death. She was cunning, level headed, and cold, everything Allen wasn't. She was perfect for scouting missions and making deals, so she wasn't often at the base. Allen trusted her with his life, but he didn't trust people who might snoop around her, what with her being in the business of buying illigal things. Ally knew she was cllecting a sensitive order, but she didn't know it was two large cases of class 2 explosives as well as several new guns. Class two explosives where highly dangerous and highly iliigal, getting them required a connection directly to Acetate, and buying them through the middleman costed an arm and a leg, which Allen had already supplied. Ally was just picking it up, but her brother didnt want her to know what she was carrying could get her shot on the spot. All she knew was that she needed to drive carefully.
No, the knowledge of the explosives was being kept between Minnesota and Allen, because Minnesota would be preparing the bombs, and going to Acetate's Utah base two days before the rest of them to wire the building to explode. No one else would know about the bombs until right before they crashed the party. The rest of the plans envolving the rest of the members were still sketchy, at best. This was fine though; it would take nearly a month to come up with something more solid than "run in" and it would take nearly two months for Minestota to be ready.
Ally slid out of the car silently and cleared her throat. She remved the caution tape from around her mouth and shot a venomous glare at Minnesota, who scampered away inside.
"Ready to tell me what you've got me picking up for you?" She asked.
Allen gave her an easy grin and replied"Some actual food"
Ally didn't find it funny, or if she did, she didn't laugh. She just turned up the collar of her matching rising sun jacket (if you could even call it that anymore, she'd ripped it up), and stalked inside. Allen followed her, but she'd already locked herself in her room, and probably wouldn't reamerge for a while.
Allen crossed the living area and crashed on the sofa, tossing Minnesota's distracted greeting back at her. The only other person in the room was Johhny Bell, who was standing by window and muttering to himself. He didn't acknowledge Allen, which was fine, because Allen honestly hated him and the feeling was mutual. They differed on many veiws, mainly religious but also anything else. In short, Johnny thought Allen's current mission was suicide.
If anyone else felt this way, Allen hadn;t heard about it. Maybe there was a certain reservation about questioning him.
Ally came out some twenty minuets later with a handful of papers. She dropped them onto Allen's lap."These were hanging all over Alkalai City."She informed him flatly. They were the same glossy posters Acetate always sent out, but if Ally was giving him a handful, it was a bad thing. He looked at the one on the top.
In big, bold lettering accross the top was "WANTED" followed by "A Member of the 'Heavy Hitters'". And below that...
"'Allen Morse, also known as Salt?!'"He read aloud. All the other posters were ethe same, bearing the first, last, and code name of all the gang members. There was Jean Semere "Dollface", Phillip Hunter "Whisper". Under those was Andrea Mays and the code name "Sting", followed by "Reverend" Johnny Bell. His own sister was under that, and the name "Pepper", then Minnesota Kellum "New Wave" and "Ferrel",Calvin Vines.
"How the fuck did they get our names?! We were so careful!"Allen yelled, standing up abruptly and causing the posters to go flying.
"Doesn't matter. Either way we're in the fucking hole, Allen!"Ally yelled back."They're especically interested in you and Andrea. You because your the leader and her because, well, you know how they feel about traitors."
Johnny looked over at Allen and Ally"Our names?" He asked in his usualy quiet voice."They have out names?"
Allen ignored him, Bending over and picking up Andrea's poster and studying it carefully."Call everyone in here,"He said, his voice distracted by his thoughts."This changes a few things."
Allen turned down his car radio. He didn't need the weather to know it was hot, and he didn't need the traffic to know that the roads were clear. He wasn't driving anyway, and he had nothing better to do this bright, hot desert morning than to sit in his in-repair car.
The blonde's lips pursed behind his dust-mask and he went back to picking grit out of his father's old gun. It seemed like so long ago when he and his sister had used this very car to run from Nevada and all the way to the northern California Territory. They stopped outside of Alkalai City and built a shack, a base of opperations. It went from two rooms to several with a garage and a workshop. And now his cruddy car was parked outside of his makeshift home, and his sister was still behind him.
Ally wore her commonplace expression of concentration. Her head rested on the dashboard and she spun and old quarter on it, watching it till it tumbled. They were enjoying what Allen called a sitting-duck-day, having nothing to really do. Ally would be the only person busy, when she'd go into Alkalai to strike a deal with Allen's favorite weapon's dealer, a deal that had been waiting to close for almost two months. And it was good it was happening now. They had a party comming up.
Minnessota Kellum closed the hood of the car, patting it a few times and pulling Allen out of his thoughts. "All good boss." She piped cheerily"She should run good now." Minnesota was a freckly girl of just eighteen, but she was a valuable asset with her determination and sizable connestions to major black market weapons dealers. On top of that, she could fix and build about anything, but she did have a talking issue, and Allen didn't trust her with much more than maitnence and building.
"Thanks, Minnesota." He said off-handedly as he got out of the car. Ally raised her head momentarily to watch him, but then laid it back down without comment. Ally wasn't the talkative type;never had been, not even before their parent's death. She was cunning, level headed, and cold, everything Allen wasn't. She was perfect for scouting missions and making deals, so she wasn't often at the base. Allen trusted her with his life, but he didn't trust people who might snoop around her, what with her being in the business of buying illigal things. Ally knew she was cllecting a sensitive order, but she didn't know it was two large cases of class 2 explosives as well as several new guns. Class two explosives where highly dangerous and highly iliigal, getting them required a connection directly to Acetate, and buying them through the middleman costed an arm and a leg, which Allen had already supplied. Ally was just picking it up, but her brother didnt want her to know what she was carrying could get her shot on the spot. All she knew was that she needed to drive carefully.
No, the knowledge of the explosives was being kept between Minnesota and Allen, because Minnesota would be preparing the bombs, and going to Acetate's Utah base two days before the rest of them to wire the building to explode. No one else would know about the bombs until right before they crashed the party. The rest of the plans envolving the rest of the members were still sketchy, at best. This was fine though; it would take nearly a month to come up with something more solid than "run in" and it would take nearly two months for Minestota to be ready.
Ally slid out of the car silently and cleared her throat. She remved the caution tape from around her mouth and shot a venomous glare at Minnesota, who scampered away inside.
"Ready to tell me what you've got me picking up for you?" She asked.
Allen gave her an easy grin and replied"Some actual food"
Ally didn't find it funny, or if she did, she didn't laugh. She just turned up the collar of her matching rising sun jacket (if you could even call it that anymore, she'd ripped it up), and stalked inside. Allen followed her, but she'd already locked herself in her room, and probably wouldn't reamerge for a while.
Allen crossed the living area and crashed on the sofa, tossing Minnesota's distracted greeting back at her. The only other person in the room was Johhny Bell, who was standing by window and muttering to himself. He didn't acknowledge Allen, which was fine, because Allen honestly hated him and the feeling was mutual. They differed on many veiws, mainly religious but also anything else. In short, Johnny thought Allen's current mission was suicide.
If anyone else felt this way, Allen hadn;t heard about it. Maybe there was a certain reservation about questioning him.
Ally came out some twenty minuets later with a handful of papers. She dropped them onto Allen's lap."These were hanging all over Alkalai City."She informed him flatly. They were the same glossy posters Acetate always sent out, but if Ally was giving him a handful, it was a bad thing. He looked at the one on the top.
In big, bold lettering accross the top was "WANTED" followed by "A Member of the 'Heavy Hitters'". And below that...
"'Allen Morse, also known as Salt?!'"He read aloud. All the other posters were ethe same, bearing the first, last, and code name of all the gang members. There was Jean Semere "Dollface", Phillip Hunter "Whisper". Under those was Andrea Mays and the code name "Sting", followed by "Reverend" Johnny Bell. His own sister was under that, and the name "Pepper", then Minnesota Kellum "New Wave" and "Ferrel",Calvin Vines.
"How the fuck did they get our names?! We were so careful!"Allen yelled, standing up abruptly and causing the posters to go flying.
"Doesn't matter. Either way we're in the fucking hole, Allen!"Ally yelled back."They're especically interested in you and Andrea. You because your the leader and her because, well, you know how they feel about traitors."
Johnny looked over at Allen and Ally"Our names?" He asked in his usualy quiet voice."They have out names?"
Allen ignored him, Bending over and picking up Andrea's poster and studying it carefully."Call everyone in here,"He said, his voice distracted by his thoughts."This changes a few things."