::I had finally gotten myself settled into my place and after scouting the city the top down on my camaro convertible and "Lies" by evanescence blasting from the sound system and I sped through uptown LA my Oakley gas can sunglasses covered my violet contact colored eyes. my right hand every few minutes changing gearsI kept my windows down after the fucksticks decided to smash up my  window I managed to get the dent removed, which I did myself. I pull up in front of the police precinct with a menellia folder in my hand as I found a place to park. I  got myself comfortable before placing my feet on teh racer style seat and kicking my long legs over the window climbing out without opening the  lambo doors.  I was greatful that I wore jeans instead of my usual skirts.

"well here goes nothing."

::i said to myself  adjusting my white button up polo shirt. I figured if they did interviews right away I had to look professional. I made my way up the stairs to the front door with alot of the officers  doing double takes seeing me walk past and enter the building I stopped at teh desk.::

"Excuse me but I was wondering if the chief of Police was availibe?"

::I asked the secretary at the front desk. the blonde smiles before answering::

" I'll be more then happy to check for you miss."

::I smiled finding a place to sit as the girl made a few phone calls as I went throught my personnel file which was a pain to get. I hadnt been part of the Dalle Police force for only a week before I left. I sat looking over my paperwork forgetting I still had my blade in my thigh hoslter dropping my hand to my side I finally realized I had it on me.  Smooth Kay. I thought before  rushing back out the door the my car and  placing the Sai out of vision under the driverseat of my car. before returning back into the building and finding my seat again::

"She'll be right with you, miss"

::the blonde said giving me a smile.  I look up and nod still filing throught my paperwork unaware of a presence that stood in front of me::

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"This FUCKING figures."

::I growl to myself pulling out the dipstick from the oil tank of a modified V-8 engine grabbing a piece of cloth from the side and cleaning off the excess oil I shook my head replacing the dipstick back into teh tank still looking trying to figure out why my car wont start.  I tucked a strand of my raven black blood red streak waist lenght hair behind my ears as I lean across the engine block now discovering teh problem.  the fucking supercharger was  set wrong. Lovely.  I rolled my eyes again reaching across the scalding hot headers of teh engine to re adjust the supercharger's timing::

"that should work."

::I said feeling proud of myself  as I stood back shutting the hood of the car only to feel someone clamp their hand around my mouth so I wouldnt scream.  I elbowed my attacker in the stomach and turned to see a group of guys  surround me and my car and by the looks of these guys I was almost willing to bet they were not the LA welcome wagon.  the guy that grabbed me from behind finally caught his braeth before rearing back and connecting with a hard backhand which sent me hard against the hood of the camaro::

" that was not nice"

::he growled at me as I regained my balance.Did I not leave this shit behind me back in Dallas?  oh graet I gave him a smirk before standing in his face::

"aww the poor little baby's now butt hurt, beglad it was my elbow and not my blade"

::I shot back watching him get mad as his boys circled around the car each one with a baseball bat in hand as their leader grinned at me.::

" you know bad things happen to people like you."

::with that being said  a loud thwap was heard as I whipped my head around just in time to see his buddy leave a huge indentation in the aluminum panelling of my car. not cool. the guy smirked at me::

"YOu see we're going to play alittle game everytime you put your hands on me my boys will  leave a dent in your car."

:: I smirked::

"oh soo you mean everytime I do this.."

:: I rear back connecting with a straight punch that sent the guy to the floor the sound of glass shattering was heard as i look over to see his boy connect with the baseball bat the to driverside window okay so this asshole wasnt kidding the guy got to his feet holding his face as he grabbed a hand full of my hair::

" You know what I do to  Bitches like you."

:: I struggled to get out of his grip as he torqued my head back so I was looking up at him.the pain showing from my hair being pulled.  reaching for my blade standing close enought  so I could smell the liquor on his breath. oh that explains alot he and his buddies decided to get shit faced..  Still with a grip on my hair  the guy smiled in my face only to have his expression change from smug to shocked his eyes wide as goodyear tires.  Actually more like the BF goodrich G-Sports that were on my camaro, but thats another topic.  he let go of my hair and stumbled backas a glint of metal was shown in teh high noon sunlight the blood oozing from the stab wound in his stomach as a dark smirk crossed my black lipstick covered lip. by this time his boys  began to rush up and in one swift motion  I pulled a 35 milimeter handgun from my waist back  cocking it before leveling it at his buddy's head causing them to stop in their tracks::

" not a very smart thing to do bubba."

::I said with a hint of my texas accent as their leader slumped to teh ground the blood still  oozing from the wound I reached down grabbing teh leather wrapped handle and gave it a violent tug jerking if free of the man's flesh.  I was pretty sure he was either dead or slowly bleeding out which ever the case I really didnt care his buddies backed away still with the sidearm in my right hand and my now blood stained blade in my left still in a standoff with his crew as another voice was heard::

"Dont you assholes have anything better to do then to pick on women?"

:: I look up to see who this person was as they looked down at the bleeding man then back up at me with a low chuckle::

"not bad."

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