Kim sat in the passenger seat of Ron’s black Isotta-Fraschini Tipo 8C Monterosa. She had her face covered by her Bogart style hat half listening to Ron.
“We should really do this right, you know the whole rich madam shtick. I can put on one of those driver hats you sit in the back with one of those big floppy hats.“
“No Ron. “ Kim’s muffled reply escaping from under the hat.
“How about I sweeten the deal we add some back lighting, a smoke machine and you can do the mystery’s seductress . I can be the Alfred to your Bruce Wayn.”
“No Ron.”
As the argument went on the black car traveled through the busy streets weaving through traffic. Unaware that they were being followed because a bike messenger had been following the duo for three blocks now. He was speaking in to a mike extending from the chin strap of his helmet
Have you been spotted an indefinable voice cam from inside the messengers helmet negative . “I have target in sight and am about to make the drop make sure the drop is clean and unnoticed”, came the voice from an on board speaker. Give the high sign the disembodied voice intoned. “The final breath has been spent“. the cyclist responded
The messenger speed up hell bent to finish what may be his last job . Nearing the blue car he was set to finish what he started when the odd blue car took off like a bullet. He cursed under his breath.
Back in the car Kim was yelling at Ron quit it with the lead foot. “Can't KP. Not going to my monkey mojo is acting all independent. it only means one thing bad things are going to happen, and I mean bad.”
“How bad?” Kim asked in a hesitant tone. Are we talking monkey bad or vile bad. Nether came the blond boy response. Rufus gave a worried chatter ‘O boy bad’ and sniffed the air.
“KP this is so bad. I can actually smell it Mystical Monkey Nose,” he pointed at his nose quickly returning his hand to the steering wheel. It reeks of meat cake. As thy came to stop at a red light
All of a sudden Kim and Ron are startled from there worrying by a thunk on Kim’s side of the car . A vary rude bike messenger was leaning on Ron’s car and he had his e-clipboard leaning on the windshield. Kim was about to give him a piece of her mind when a message started to scroll down the screen.
Miss possible remain calm. I bring a pack from Dragonfly
I am a friend remain looking angry and annoyed at me
When you see the red line roll down your window and yank
My clipboard
The red head grabbed the clipboard and yanked it in to the car. Well at least she tried the stupid bike jockey wouldn’t let go. No its not that he would not let go, it was because the man was dead. His upper body was hanging in to the car. A blatantly, nasty head wound could now be seen.
Ron stopped the car and shirked zombie messenger. Reacting on instinct Kim grabbed the clipboard and threw it to her Babbling sidekick. Removed the spike logged in the mans head and pushed him out of the window. Ron hit the gas like his foot weighed a tone. The tires leveling tread on the pavement as the car speed off.
As the crowd saw a blue car speed off. A dead man falling, hitting the ground. His ray ban sun glasses knocked off his head, revealing an exit wound in the center of the man’s forehead.