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November 30, 2002 |
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World's End bar...
Smith nods, "Yeah. I'm the fish guy.
You're Yo right?" Smith is sitting with two monsterous dogs about 6
feet long 3 feet high and build out of muscle and razor sharp teeth.
Yosannah lets a smile escape the corner
of her lips, "Yeah. You, and our fish tank is doing quite well,
actually." Yosannah spins in her barstool so that she now faces
Smith's table.
Smith smiles, "Good to hear. Have any of
them died?"
Yosannah considers as she bites at her
lower lip, "Uh.. Not that I know of." She shrugs, "But who knows."
Smith nods, "How've you been?"
Yosannah nods her head a few times,
"Good. You still taking up shop in.. Uh. Dover?"
Smith says "Yeah. I've been away though.
You guys never visit."
Yosannah chuckles, "I most certainly have
visited. I don't think you're ever there!"
Smith looks hurt, "I think you're just
saying that."
Yosannah is insistant, "I have. Truly."
And then, "Anyway, where have you been. Did I hear you say that
you've been away?"
Smith says "I've been out doing jobs."
"Yeah?" Yosannah nods as if waiting for
more.
Smith says "Not much fish selling though
It doesn't pay as well as some of the odd jobs I do."
"Oh?" She nods again. Waiting.
Smith says "Cleaning...that sort of
thing."
Yosannah frowns, "You know, Mr... Uh.."
She snaps her fingers trying to recall something.
Smith says "Smith."
Yosannah nods, "Mr. Smith. Evasiveness is
highly over rated as a personality trait. Truly."
Smith says "I don't advertise in the Sun
that's all. But I told you...cleaning."
"I don't suppose you're going to
elaborate on where you do your cleaning ."
Smith says "That's between me and my
employers."
Yosannah laughs. "Oh come now."
Smith says "That'll work."
Yosannah stops laughing, "Work? Work
what?"
Smith says "Oh come now. Very convincing.
If you hired me to hit man x, would you want me yabbing about it?"
Yosannah chuckles, "Would I care if you
went blabbing to moi? Probably not."
Smith smiles slightly, "How about some
other smart woman that you didn't like?"
Yosannah considers for a moment, "Uh...
Are you suggesting that you don't like me?" S
mith says "No I didn't say I didn't like
you. I said someone you didn't like. There is a difference."
Yosannah shrugs, "I guess so. So who did
you whack? She hops off her stool and wanders toward Mr. Smith's
table.
"I've whacked lots of people." Smith
calms the dogs sitting with him under his table.
Yosannah mumbles, "... nice puppy..." And
then, "Yeah, but I'm talking about your recent 'cleaning' job."
Smith says "Recently I haven't been doing
hits. I've been doing mercenary work. I've been cleaning a rebel
resistance. I'm ex Special Forces; ex Operations."
Yosannah ooos, "Ex operations? Like on
that TNT show, La Femme Nikita?"
Smith says "I don't know what you're
talking about."
Yosannah frowns, "You don't watch much
TV, do you."
"What do I need TV for? I kill people."
"I see your point."
Smith says "Operations is a department of
an Intelligence Organization."
"I see. Who are these 'Resistance'
peoples?"
"Rebels. No concern of yours."
"Well, naturally, or I'd already know
about them. But I'm a curious little creature."
"Of course. You know what they said about
the cat, right?"
"Yeah yeah. But I'm still here, aren't
I."
Smith smiles, "Thank god. You must be
very lucky."
Yosannah winks at Smith and nods
casually, "Well, on that note... as this is obviously getting no
place..." She pushes her chair away from the table.
Smith says "Well if you ever need my
services."
Yosannah nods, "Yeah, If I need more
fish, you're my man."
Smith chuckles, "Funny."
Yosannah reaches into her jacket pocket,
"Bye puppies..."
Smith pets one of his monsterous dogs.