Jet lag....

Andy stepped off the plane in Monte Carlo, having stared at the letter from Amos the entire flight. "Go to Monte Carlo. I have a friend there that I've given specific instructions for this..... situation. He'll take care of you, Andy. I promise." She'd read that line over and over, tears staining her eyes. She stretched, straightened out her clothes and started toward the exit of the airport. All that kept running through her head was who this Verbeck guy was, and why the hell he was after her. Amos hadn't really gone into any detail, only that his friend Sanchez would fill her in on all the little details once she was in Monte Carlo and safe. 

Stepping outside wasn't at all what she'd expected. The weather was... hot, but not horribly uncomfortable hot. Andy shoved her way through crowds, hailing the first cab she could see that was free of passengers. Her stomach had been gnawing away at itself for hours and all Andy could think about was.... 

"Y'know where a girl can get some decent food?" The driver nodded, turning around in his seat and pulling away from the airport's less than scenic view. Once past all the chaos, Andy couldn't taken in enough of her surroundings. "Wow..." she couldn't help but think aloud... This place was absolutely stunning. The sun was just beginning to set, which left a touch of pinks and purples all over the sky, draping over trees and buildings like a warm and fuzzy blanket. Everything took on a shadowed tone, but it only livened it's beauty. 

They arrived outside a quaint diner, the driver once again turning around as Andy looked at the small mechanism attached to the dashboard letting her know how much was owed. He only smiled. Didn't speak at all the entire time, which was a little odd, but okay she supposed. Digging in her purse, Andy made sure to slip only on of the few hundred dollar bills she kept on her person from the safe deposit box Amos had left for her and handed it to the driver. He kindly nodded, handed her the change, to which she handed him back a twenty and a thank you. The door closed behind her and the driver gave a wave before pulling off. Turning around, Andy stared for a few lingering moments. 

"I hope this guy knows what he's talkin' about." She thought, a little leery, but what else could she do? A few strides and she was walking inside, heading past a few booths and taking a seat behind a rather... large, attractive man sitting alone. He didn't necessarily look like he was in the mood for conversation, quite possibly waiting for someone. His girlfriend likely, so Andy dismissed all thoughts on turning around and trying to initiate something to talk about. Instead, she buried herself in the letter from Amos, reading and re-reading it... as it somehow almost brought him back to life in a sense. God, she missed him. She'd spent the first 2 hours on the plane crying, staring out the window hoping nobody was watching her. What exactly did he want her to accomplish here? Everything she owned, everything she knew was back home... in the states. This was foreign. A strange world of exploration that she wasn't all that certain she'd be able to soak in and absorb in the amount of time that would be necessary. 

The waitress finally came around, which startled the shit out of her while Andy hadn't yet even began to look at the menu. 

"Are you ready to order, Miss?" Andy stared at her a moment, almost a confused expression on her face until she finally snapped back into reality. "Not yet. Gimme a few minutes, I still gotta look over the menu. Thanks...." Feeling slightly sheepish, being that she'd been sitting at the table now for at least five minutes.... alone.... without so much as picked up the menu, Andy was now burying her face into it. The waitress smiled, nodded and walked away while Andy scoured over the options. Her stomach growled audibly.... and just about everything looked good in that moment. Deciding on what appeared to be some sort of sauteed chicken breast with a few sides, Andy saw a figure move past her and she raised her head....

" Alright, lemme have the-......" Her sentence died out as quickly as it began.... 

That wasn't the waitress.

Agent Verbeck, FBI agent, Crooked asshole, Always dipping his hands in someone else's cookie jar uninvited. But this case was different. This was something that was owed to him. Something that was taken from him. Something that was agreed upon by two people and now, that agreement was long since broken as he finally caught up with Amos and heard he was dead. The man was smart to go into hiding, keeping a low profile so that even God couldn't find him if he tried. His death alerted his bank accounts though and it was the only reason Verbeck even found him. He had been secretly monitoring his bank transactions in New York and someone had called in that Amos had passed away. So with a long trail to follow Verbeck was able to make it to the funeral, stand back in the distance and see the woman who had taken over his affairs. She was nothing like he expected her to be, but then again, Amos was known for picking up street trash to. Verbeck and Amos had gone into business together as far back as he could remember and Amos had split on him almost 20 years ago. It was good to see the old bastard finally croak cause that meant all his money would be up for grabs. At least that's the way Verbeck thought it would go. It wasn't until he heard through the vine that the woman who was taken care of Amos' affairs was also the one inheriting every bit of his wealth in the process. That meant this bitch was getting his his share and Verbeck had estimated nearly 200 million dollars that was his. An Agent as old as he was, could retire and live like a king on that kind of money. But this bitch getting his money was the best thing that could have happened. If she hadn't been the beneficiary, all his money would have been collected and used by the good old uncle Sam. At least this scenario, gave him a chance to get his fucking money back, even if that meant killing the bitch. 

The plane ride to Monte Carlo had been a long one, but not without its perks of small bottles of booze and free food for the flight. Of course being off duty and taking his last 3 weeks of vacation and his life savings, with him, what did he care how much he drank? How much trouble could this little bitch be and what trouble could actually follow her to the other end of the earth? Plane landed and Verbeck got off the plane, not quite drunk, but had a good buzz going that he almost missed the step down off the plane and stumbled a bit. Verbeck was not a high flyer and he really didn't like planes. If humans were meant to fly, they would have been given fucking wings. He tailed Miss Fox out the front and hailed the next cab in line, telling him to follow the one which had just left. Minutes later, they were in front of a diner and he watched Andy walk in so he went to do the same. 

"You forget pay me!" the cab driver yelled before he was tossed a twenty dollar bill that was all crumpled up and wet from being dropped in the airport toilet earlier. 

Verbeck took a walk inside and saw his millions sitting at a booth behind some big bald motherfucker that looked roided out like some damn WWE wrestler. He walked to Andy's table and stood there for just a moment until she seen him. When sighted, he took a seat across from her without even asking or introducing himself just yet. Instead, he introduced Andy instead. "Hello, Miss Fox." he said with a wink and playful step in his voice. "I bet you're wondering who I am, well, Let me answer that for you. You've come a long ways from New York and I've been following you since. I hear Old man Amos, passed recently, God rest his soul. Unfortunately, I need you to sign some papers for me that will pay off the remainder of his debt. Do you think you can do that for me please?" he said with a wide smile that only Travolta could give. "Once you sign these papers, I'll be out of your way faster than a prostitute can lick my left ball sack." 

He pulled his bag from over his shoulder and opened it up to pull out a stack of papers. Sliding them across the table to her, he started to politely tell her that he was, "I'm Agent Verbeck, from the FBI and our records state that Amos had a few over due bills in which required his attention, but since he is no longer able to sign these himself, and you are the caretaker of his affairs, I guess that leaves you responsible now."  

Andy blinked....

And then blinked again. This guy, whoever the hell he was, just sits down as big as you please and acts like he knows her? At first, she didn't fully hear him, simply seeing his lips move... until he said her name. The more he talked, the more things started to make sense. Pieces started fitting together. This guy meant business, and apparently, for whatever reason, he seemed to think there was money stashed somewhere that she was just supposed to.... what.... sign over to him?

Verbeck

He didn't even have to introduce himself and she figured out who he was. The menu having been in front of her, luckily shrouding the small section of table where the folded up letter from Amos sat, Andy casually and quietly moved it back down to her person and stuffed it into her pocket. Thank God she wasn't still looking at it. There's no way, where it'd been, that he could've spotted it. If he had, she'd be fucked. Royally.

"I'm Agent Verbeck, from the FBI and our records state that Amos had a few over due bills in which required his attention, but since he is no longer able to sign these himself, and you are the caretaker of his affairs, I guess that leaves you responsible now."

Andy's head simply cocked off to the side, sarcasm in her scoff as she carefully folded the menu, set it off to the side and pushed the paperwork right back across the table.

"Verbeck, Verdick, I don't give'a fuck what'cher name is. For all I care, you're Agent fuckin' K of the MIB. I ain't signin' over a damn thing to your slimy ass." When it occurred to her what had obviously happened, Andy laughed audibly... hilariously. "Unfuckin'believable. You tailed my ass? You ain't gettin' off to a good start, "K". Did you really think this little concocted bullshit you prolly typed up on the plane and printed up at a fuckin' Kinkos was gonna get me to give you whatever you think Amos owed you?" Andy wasn't playing this game. All Amos' assets? There must have been a lot more to this whole thing than Amos had led on in his letter.

Emotional, hormonal and just downright pissed off, Andy was half tempted to knock him in his teeth.

"Amos didn't owe you shit..." Andy then grabbed the 'contract' again, and as she continued, slowly tore it and tossed it back at him. "And I don't owe you shit. Now you can get the fuck up'n walk right the fuck back out where you came from." Amos had warned her not to trust a damned thing that came out of this snake's mouth, and now she understood why. She was just grateful she got to that letter before Verbeck had gotten to her.

The waitress then came back to the table once again.

"Oh, I didn't realize someone was joining you." she said with a smile. "What can I get you?"

Andy quickly turned her head... "Nothin' for him. He was just leaving." Her gaze then moved back to Verbeck, challenging him to continue pushing her buttons. Just the look on his face alone said he was a cocky son of a bitch, and in the mood she was in, he'd be less than two sentences away from getting his ass knocked out.

She slid the paperwork back to him and started running at the mouth. He should have known better that Amos would have picked a street rat to run everything, or was it that she weaseled herself in and stole everything he owned by biting her tongue and simply made Amos trust her? Either way,she wasn't going to give up on the money easily and neither was Verbeck. She then took the papers from the table and ripped them slowly in front of his face and threw them at her. He smiled expecting that to happen but that was ok. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a smile like it bothered him, but it didn't.

"Amos didn't owe you shit..." Andy then grabbed the 'contract' again, and as she continued, slowly tore it and tossed it back at him. "And I don't owe you shit. Now you can get the fuck up'n walk right the fuck back out where you came from."

He held up a finger and shook it a bit, "Not so fast there my dear," before the waitress finally came around with a surprised look on her face not expecting the extra face at the table.

"Nothin' for him. He was just leaving."

He looked to the waitress and politely stopped her from leaving. "She's joking, I'll have a coffee, black, with a shot of Espresso. I'll also take your daily special. She on the other hand will take two xanex and a glass of water." he said now looking to Andy, "My treat." he said again with that smile of his. Of course the waitress looked confused and just waved it off as they needed a bit more time.

"I'll get you your coffee and be back to take your orders." she said dismissing herself and walking away.

Verbeck looked to Andy while pulling out another set of papers and sliding them again to her. This time, his southern cocky accent getting in the midst of it as he now threatened her in a polite way. "I wouldn't rip these up, my dear Andy, or it might just buy you some years in jail. This is federal property now. Officially licensed documents of the good ole U.S. of A. You do love your country, don't you? Meaning you would like to come back and visit without being arrested on first sight?" he questioned with a most concerned look on his face that he could convincingly express. Although, he was almost hoping she would rip them up because then, he could arrest her as soon as she stepped foot on American soil. Then just have her killed in prison so that he didn't have to do it himself. See, he couldn't arrest her here because his jurisdiction didn't go this far but he could certainly make her life hell and get away with it. If she really wanted to push him to do the deed himself, then he would.

He then leaned in and whispered quietly to her as he slid the papers to her once more. "Don't push my buttons, Miss Fox, or I might just have to take matters into my own hands since I can't extradite you. See, you have that protection here, but you also do not have the protection of your country. I could make your life a living hell or we can do this the simple way. Now be a good little girl and sign the papers so that you can enjoy what's left of your little vacation and I can go home knowing I've done my job." he said now leaning back in the booth and placing one leg on top of the other as if he was getting comfortable.

"Not so fast there my dear,"

In one fluid motion Andy leaned back in her seat and her eyebrows lifted.

"She's joking, I'll have a coffee, black, with a shot of Espresso. I'll also take your daily special. She on the other hand will take two xanex and a glass of water."

Ooooh yeah, he was an arrogant prick alright. Andy smirked with a light shake of her head. "Xanax and water. That's cute." Sarcasm, obviously. The waitress didn't seem too amused, but she agreed to bring him his coffee anyway. Apparently he had no intentions on leaving.

This was going to get ugly.

Especially when he pulled out yet another set of papers and slid them toward her.

[quote]"I wouldn't rip these up, my dear Andy, or it might just buy you some years in jail. This is federal property now. Officially licensed documents of the good ole U.S. of A. You do love your country, don't you? Meaning you would like to come back and visit without being arrested on first sight?"[/quote]

Andy didn't touch them. She didn't even look at them, honestly. Her stare remained fastened on Verbeck. Amos was very clear when he specifically stipulated... "Do not trust 'A-NY-THING' that comes out of his mouth.". A smirk continued to remain fastened to her lips. If he wanted to be an arrogant prick, fine. She'd just be a stubborn bitch. It was that simple.

Before she had the chance to answer, which she honestly hadn't planned on giving him the satisfaction anyhow, he further pushed her.

"Don't push my buttons, Miss Fox, or I might just have to take matters into my own hands since I can't extradite you. See, you have that protection here, but you also do not have the protection of your country. I could make your life a living hell or we can do this the simple way. Now be a good little girl and sign the papers so that you can enjoy what's left of your little vacation and I can go home knowing I've done my job."

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Andy wanted to pry a little bit. Reverse ppsychology was amazingly effective in situations like this. "Maybe I'll just hold onto it.... think about it a while. Since I'm no fool, I already know my rights. And you got my name, K, but'chu don't know shit else about me, and you ain't got shit else on me." She pushed the papers off to the side as the waitress came back with his coffee. She set it down, having obviously noticed that they hadn't even picked up the menu's yet, but was kind enough to bring Andy a glass of water. Andy took a drink and pushed it to the side a bit, accidentally bumping her water so the glass tipped. Water flooded the table, covering the papers as Andy looked to Verbeck with feigned surprise and regret. "Oops..." she started "Damn... Looks like I can't read it over later. Guess you'll have to find me another day with a new copy..." He'd said he could arrest her if she'd [i]ripped it.[/i] There was nothing ever said about if an accident happened and it was ruined.

"Guess we're done here then...."

Somehow though, she had a feeling that was far from true.

"Xanax and water. That's cute."

Clearly sarcasm but was that the best she could come up with? Really, it was lame, even for her. The waitress came by and gave him his cup of coffee and placed a glass of water in front of Andy, which just so happened to get spilled immediately all over the table and taking the freshly new copies of the documents with it. Wonderful.....but he had to give her twenty points for effort and originality. He would have never expected that coming. Again, that was alright though because he had one more copy of them in his bag but he wasn't about to pull them out, not just yet. It was time to go to plan B so instead, he pulled out a manila folder and opened it. Inside it contained two files, one of Amos and another of her. Both files contained their criminal records and quite impressively, hers was longer than Amos'.

Having Amo's in front and visible first, he began to read it off. "Amos Carpenter, age: deceased, location: six feet under, rotting in hell," ok so he ad-libbed a bit. "...Used to live in New York, South Carolina, Virginia, Chicago, and Ohio where he settled for a long time under the radar. Over the course of the last 50 years, Amos had gotten into some trouble, mostly with cars. Seemed like he couldn't keep his hand out of the cookie jar, could he? At 16, he started to get into trouble doing minor things such as stealing money from his first job. Soon, he started to steal car parts and eventually whole cars. As he moved on up the line, it became international and high end expensive cars, selling them to the highest bidders. Although, he was so damn good, he was never convicted of any, except just one....."

He flipped through the papers reading until he got to her file where he continued. "Andy Fox, orphan, soon homeless and then look at this? Locked up in Juvey for two years for trying to steal a car, but failed miserably. And what is this I see? The same day you failed, just so happened to be the same day Amos was arrested. I wonder who's fault that was? Unfortunately, he knew all the right people in all the right places that he was convicted, but never served his time. Instead, he got house arrest and probation." he said flipping through a few more pages of her file."...and according to your chart, you didn't even serve your two years either before you were adopted out to .....Oh, look at this.....One big happy fucking family, Amos!"

He took a drink of his coffee and continued, "Now let's see.....where was I, Oh, yeah you were arrested again and again, and again for three years straight, but somehow was bought off. I wonder who and how that happened? Did Amos save that tight little ass of yours? Sure he did. And he would continue to do so until your wrap sheet was as long as the panama canal. Let's see, reckless driving, several speeding tickets, no use of turn signals, street racing, boosting cars, breaking and damaging property, and let's not forget, aiding and bedding a criminal on American soil and obstruction of justice. If it were me, I'd think it safe to say, you step foot on American soil or any place we can arrest you, and that tight little ass of yours is mine."

He leaned back in his booth once again trying to get her to mull over that one or this was gonna get uglier than it was already getting. "So you tell me......you ready to sign those papers? I can make all this go away if you just cooperate with me for a moment. Sign the papers and I'll leave. This is your final warning, Miss Fox."

Hook, line and sinker.... out came a manilla folder. Unfortunately for Andy, she wasn't going to like just how.... much he had on not only her, but Amos as well.

"Amos Carpenter, age: deceased, location: six feet under, rotting in hell," ok so he ad-libbed a bit. "...Used to live in New York, South Carolina, Virginia, Chicago, and Ohio where he settled for a long time under the radar. Over the course of the last 50 years, Amos had gotten into some trouble, mostly with cars. Seemed like he couldn't keep his hand out of the cookie jar, could he? At 16, he started to get into trouble doing minor things such as stealing money from his first job. Soon, he started to steal car parts and eventually whole cars. As he moved on up the line, it became international and high end expensive cars, selling them to the highest bidders. Although, he was so damn good, he was never convicted of any, except just one....."

Andy grit her teeth. Her heart beat quickened and she could feel her knuckles tightening. He wasn't done, obviously as he flipped through even more papers. If he continued talking about Amos the way he was, shit would be hitting the fan.... real fast. Knowing that he was an FBI agent, she was trying to keep as cool as she could but shit was still raw when it came to Amos. She'd only just lost him a few days ago. And Andy was a hot head. The Italian temper was short fused and long lasting.

"Andy Fox, orphan, soon homeless and then look at this? Locked up in Juvey for two years for trying to steal a car, but failed miserably. And what is this I see? The same day you failed, just so happened to be the same day Amos was arrested. I wonder who's fault that was? Unfortunately, he knew all the right people in all the right places that he was convicted, but never served his time. Instead, he got house arrest and probation." he said flipping through a few more pages of her file."...and according to your chart, you didn't even serve your two years either before you were adopted out to .....Oh, look at this.....One big happy fucking family, Amos!"

He took a drink of his coffee and continued, "Now let's see.....where was I, Oh, yeah you were arrested again and again, and again for three years straight, but somehow was bought off. I wonder who and how that happened? Did Amos save that tight little ass of yours? Sure he did. And he would continue to do so until your wrap sheet was as long as the panama canal. Let's see, reckless driving, several speeding tickets, no use of turn signals, street racing, boosting cars, breaking and damaging property, and let's not forget, aiding and bedding a criminal on American soil and obstruction of justice. If it were me, I'd think it safe to say, you step foot on American soil or any place we can arrest you, and that tight little ass of yours is mine."

Andy was through listening to his bullshit. He'd insulted her, dragged up everything she'd ever done and all the parts in her life that she wanted to forget. But insulting her wasn't the cake topper. Andy felt her leg bouncing as her anger swelled. He was lucky he got out the last part of what he'd wanted to say.

"So you tell me......you ready to sign those papers? I can make all this go away if you just cooperate with me for a moment. Sign the papers and I'll leave. This is your final warning, Miss Fox."

"I ain't signin' shit! Go fuck yerself! You don't get to disrespect Amos you piece of shit. You'll never even come close to bein' on his level. I'll knock yer fuckin' teeth in, I swear it. Test me...." Andy was now getting really loud. She grabbed the last set of papers and flung them in his face "And if you talk about my fuckin' ass one more time, ya perverted fuck, I'll shove this fork up yours so you'll have a tight ass of yer own." She'd grabbed the fork at that point, trying to show him that her threats were legit.

Finally a reaction he wanted to see. Anger, tempers flaring, and the use of loud obnoxious words. Now they were getting somewhere. He smiled and picked up his coffee and took a sip, but placed it down soon. She was steaming mad, outright pissed and he had yet to even bring out his best game. This was only the starters. 

"I ain't signin' shit! Go fuck yerself! You don't get to disrespect Amos you piece of shit. You'll never even come close to bein' on his level. I'll knock yer fuckin' teeth in, I swear it. Test me...."

Ok, so that kind of pissed him off, mostly because who did she think was the master mind behind all the cars that Amos stole? Did she really think Amos of all people knew where to get what cars at exactly at what time like he had? Really, Amos was not all that bright but if she wanted to stick up for him, then so be it. Seemed like they had a father daughter relationship or was it that Amos just bought that ass of hers to fuck it so he died happy? He wasn't sure so he thought maybe he should ask, but not before stating a few things of his own. But that would have to wait as she wasn't quite done.

"And if you talk about my fuckin' ass one more time, ya perverted fuck, I'll shove this fork up yours so you'll have a tight ass of yer own."

He couldn't help but laugh and couldn't help but open his mouth once more, "Fine, I won't talk about your ass. Maybe we can talk about your saggy baggy titties and how you should get a lift to make them look more appealing." he said raising his voice louder, but not yelling. It was more so that he could hear himself over her breathing out fire. But your ass is so much better."[/color] he finished and now leaned in to growl at her, "Look hear you little cunt. Who do you think the mastermind was of Amos' little operation? Who do you think gave him the location of all those expensive fancy beautiful cars he stole so he could put those fucking rags on you that you call clothes. Amos was stashing and keeping part of my cut and I want it back. I know he has more than what he's told you, cause I have the accounts right here in these files. There is over two million dollars in these accounts and I just want what is owed to me. Amos went under the radar because he got scared, you little twat. He backed out of the best plan ever and knew I'd be coming to collect what was owed to me. So, you think Amos was the man you think he was? He was a coward and a thief. Now sign the fucking papers and this will all be over with." he said now slamming his hand to the table and making everything on the table echo and vibrate.

"Fine, I won't talk about your ass. Maybe we can talk about your saggy baggy titties and how you should get a lift to make them look more appealing." he said raising his voice louder, but not yelling. It was more so that he could hear himself over her breathing out fire. But your ass is so much better."

[/color] he finished and now leaned in to growl at her, "Look hear you little cunt. Who do you think the mastermind was of Amos' little operation? Who do you think gave him the location of all those expensive fancy beautiful cars he stole so he could put those fucking rags on you that you call clothes. Amos was stashing and keeping part of my cut and I want it back. I know he has more than what he's told you, cause I have the accounts right here in these files. There is over two million dollars in these accounts and I just want what is owed to me. Amos went under the radar because he got scared, you little twat. He backed out of the best plan ever and knew I'd be coming to collect what was owed to me. So, you think Amos was the man you think he was? He was a coward and a thief. Now sign the fucking papers and this will all be over with."[/quote]

"You fuckin'-..." Andy couldn't even finish her sentence before one fluid motion had her standing in the booth just enough to grab the cup of coffee he'd set back on the table and toss the rest  of what was left in his face.

But over two million dollars?! Andy didn't let him know this, but Amos hadn't told her about that. She was supposedly supposed to get some sort of information from his contact.... apparently she was getting it early.

"Now you listen to me you grimy jagoff. Your little papers are gonna go right back over the border. Coffee stains and all with the knowledge that you'll never fuckin' touch this cunt." she said, pointing to her girl region. "Sick fuck. Wouldn't surprise me if you molest children. And I give a fuck what[/i] you did to help Amos, read my lips, dick. You. Ain't. Gettin'. SHIT. How's that for an hasta la fuckin' vista, bitch."

Andy sat back down, stubborn as she was. Verbeck would be walking out of here before she would. "Now take your folders and all your papers and run with your tail between your legs back to the states where you can hide behind your fuckin' title you crooked little shit. I got better things to do than to entertain yer ass."

She then got real serious. "And keep followin' me. I'll have yer ass arrested for stalking. Fuck wit'me, K." and then her voice and expression twisted to scream the message she wanted to convey despite her tone being low. "I dare'ya."
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Listening to the two of them go back and forth was not funny at all. In fact, it was disturbing and it was ruining dinner for several people in the diner. Andy stood up and tossed Verbeck's coffee in his face and although it wasn't fresh coffee, it was still slightly hot. Not to mention, messy all over his fresh dry cleaned suit. Now Verbeck was pissed. The sound of fluid could be heard splashing, the sound of customers Oh'ing and Ah'ing at the sight. Then he heard the woman say something about taking his papers and coffee stains back to the states and basically telling the guy to go fuck himself. Soon the agent was now replying in return after he got himself a little bit dryer. 

"You fucking no good piece of homeless street trash." he said tossing the cloth napkin down to the table and standing up. He raised his hand and brought it across Andy's face, open hand. His hand immediately went to his hair, brushing it back to get it out of his face from the motion of slapping Andy so hard. " I should beat the piss outta ya just like your real parents did. They should have just drown you in the tub and got it over with. Now give me my fucking money, you fucking cunt." he said raising his hand to slap her again but not before he saw the man behind her rise out of his seat and look at him.

Dom was now pissed. First of all, they ruined his dinner and secondly, what the fuck was he hitting her for? In Dom's book, you didn't hit women and he certainly didn't stand for it from anyone for any reason. He looked at the agent, his arms expanded, his fists clenched and his chest just like......POW! ...there. "I would think twice before you do that again." Dom gave him a friendly warning.

"Sit the fuck down asshole and mind your business. This is a federal matter." 

"I won't say it again."

Verbeck ignored the guy and went to swing at Andy once more again but his arm was caught by a stronger one as Dom leashed out and stopped it just before it came across Andy's face. "Wrong choice." Dom's right arm came under, hitting Verbeck in the gut. As Verbeck doubled over Dom released his hand, took two steps toward him and turned, grabbing Verbeck's head and slamming it into the table. He let go of him and took a step back to look at the woman almost as if he was silently asking her if she was ok. 

"You fucking nut job, do you know who I work for? You think you're gonna get away with this? I'm the fucking FBI, you son of a bitch! Touch me again, And I'll fucking kill you!"

Dom looked back at Verbeck again, this time jabbing him in the jaw and then grabbing him by the hair again. "Let this be a warning, touch another woman again, and I'll break your fucking arms." he said bashing his face into the table once again. He brought his head up and looked to his bloody face, "And just for your information, Pig, You have no authority here, so back to the trash you came from." he said bashing his face into the table once more. This one knocking Verbeck out cold. Dom let him go and watched him sink into the booth and lay down in it. He didn't look to the woman again but instead, walked away, pulling a 20 dollar bill from his pocket and tossing it to the table for the waitress and his bill. He continued walking  until he reached the door and out, walking straight to his '69 Chevy Camaro SS.

Seen clearly in his expression, Verbitch wasn't happy.... at all. This gave Andy a sense of joy, feeling like she'd done Amos proud. He'd have likely given her a jovial pat on the back and a verbal "Nice one." if he were here. In one sense though, it still made her want to cry.

Hell.... everything made her want to cry right now, but that only made this situation worse right now for Verbeck.

He dabbed at his coffee stains, the steam obviously coming more from his face rather than the coffee itself.

"You fucking no good piece of homeless street trash."

Unfortunately for both of them, Andy didn't see the latter part of that decision coming. Verbeck rose, bringing an open palm flat across her cheek, taking Andy off guard.

" I should beat the piss outta ya just like your real parents did. They should have just drown you in the tub and got it over with. Now give me my fucking money, you fucking cunt."

Verbeck appeared as though he was going to swing again and Andy started to stand, namely to defend herself.... but then saw the man that'd been sitting behind her, who she now noticed the full view of and..... yeah. Andy had definitely had the right thought about him the first time she'd noticed. Those arms alone were enough to....

.....nevermind.

"I would think twice before you do that again."

All Andy could do was look to Verbeck, who was obviously fucked if he kept going. This was all a downhill battle from here for Andy if she played her cards right. And just as she'd expected him to do, after his little... demonstration today, he acted like any piece of shit FBI asshole would.

"Sit the fuck down asshole and mind your business. This is a federal matter."

The other guy however.... yeah. He didn't seem too intimidated. Another warning was issued to Verbeck, one he was obviously intent on ignoring as his hand started to swing back toward Andy. A hand that was caught, with someone else's fist to his stomach instead.... and then....

WHAM!

Verbeck's face was brought down to meet the table.... hard. If she could've, Andy would've squealed with pleasure and gotten this guy's autograph or something. Mr. Hero looked at her as if to silently ask her if she was okay, but Andy wouldn't get the chance to respond to that either. This was playing out nicely. Verbeck was getting his ass kicked, and Andy could just sit back and watch, satisfied.

"You fucking nut job, do you know who I work for? You think you're gonna get away with this? I'm the fucking FBI, you son of a bitch! Touch me again, And I'll fucking kill you!"

......yeah. That didn't sit too well with the bald stranger. Thank God he was on her side.

"Let this be a warning, touch another woman again, and I'll break your fucking arms."

Okay, fangirl moment. He was anti-woman-violence. That was good shit right there. Besides, it made Verbeck look even worse at the moment. That's what really mattered. AND Verbeck's face....

WHAM! ...... AGAIN!

And after a few more words.... he did it again!!! This time though, he knocked Verbeck out, as was apparent when his lifeless body slumped back in the booth. What wasn't cool however was the guy didn't even stick around for her to say thank you... Instead, he started toward the door. Andy hadn't had anything to pay for, so she pulled a pen from her purse and grabbed a napkin.

"It's been a gas!" ..she started, before putting a heart.

Andy spotted the waitress talking to what was likely the manager as guys in the back of the diner were cheering the scene on, a few even whistling as the man walked out. Andy being Andy, she couldn't just let him leave. There was supposed to be thanks, and maybe even a little food, and then maybe head back to his pla-....

....nevermind

Andy left Verbeck at the table and took off running after him...

....and his car, which also came into view. Good Lord, now that was a thing of beauty. 

"HEY!!" she said after slamming herself through the door. "What the hell! You go all Chuck Norris on that asshole in there and then'ya just leave?! That was fuckin' insane! Did'ju see his face?! You were all 'WHAM!'....." Andy couldn't help but laugh at the thought. "Not once, but three fuckin' times! That was bad ass right there!" she thought a moment, laughing again... "He's gonna have one hell'ov'a headache when he comes to." Sirens could then be heard faintly off in the distance. If she didn't get the hell out of here soon, she'd start herself another lovely rap sheet, only this time in Monaco.

She then rubbed the side of her face, which still stung and likely had a handprint smeared across it.

Walking alongside, but slightly sideways and a little ahead so he could see her, she waved a hand in between them to get his attention.

"Fer'real though. How can I say thanks?" she stepped a little more sideways. "I'm Andy..."  Usually introducing yourself will get a name out of someone.... and if she could at least get this guy's name, if he still left, she could at least possibly find him again.

"HEY!!" she said after slamming herself through the door. "What the hell! You go all Chuck Norris on that asshole in there and then'ya just leave?!"

He could hear her just fine without having her yelling everything to the whole world. Did she really think he that to impress her? To get her number or her gratitude? She did know the world did not revolve around her, right? so naturally, he kept walking to his car and in the process, he could hear the sirens off in the distance as well. Someone had called the cops and they were heading straight here. There was no way he was going to stick around, not with his wrap sheet and from listening to this chicks, she shouldn't be wasting time trying to thank him. She should have gotten in her own car and drove off as soon as those sirens could be heard. But instead, she kept following, this time getting almost right in front of him and keeping pace.

"Fer'real though. How can I say thanks?" she stepped a little more sideways. "I'm Andy..."

Now she was just irritating him. If he wanted a sign of gratitude, he would have stuck around to get one. Instead, he already drew too much attention to himself and the crew by this little escapade and now the sirens were getting closer. He stopped and opened the door to his car and looked at the chick introducing herself. "No offense, but do you not hear that? That's cops and with a record as long as yours you're more worried about introducing yourself? Let's get one thing straight, I didn't do that for you. I did that because he ruined my dinner. You don't have to thank me and I have cops coming. I'm leaving before they get here. Might be a good idea if you did too." he said getting in his car and letting it roar to life. He looked up at her and a flash of compassion swept across his face. "I'm glad you're good though." he said brushing the side of his face to indicate hers. He then started to back up out of the parking spot. 

What the hell was the bug up this guy's ass? All Andy was trying to do was say thank you, and all he could do was.... ignore her? And it seemed the more she tried to get his attention, the faster he moved toward his car.

The sound of the sirens gradually grew louder...

"No offense, but do you not hear that? That's cops and with a record as long as yours you're more worried about introducing yourself? Let's get one thing straight, I didn't do that for you. I did that because he ruined my dinner. You don't have to thank me and I have cops coming. I'm leaving before they get here. Might be a good idea if you did too."

Andy looked around to see if she could spot any lights, but luckily there weren't any in sight just yet.

"I would if I had one here...."

And before she had a chance to object to his leaving, he was already in his car. Even though it was nice to see a bit of a change in his demeanor when he said he was glad she was alright, but he was still leaving her there..... if she went to jail here, that was it. She was screwed. So when he appeared to be shifting gears to back out, Andy slid around the back of the car and hurriedly moved to the passenger door where she pulled it open and hopped inside.

"Please. You obviously heard'em talkin' about my rap sheet. If they catch me, I'm fucked."

She really didn't take the time to get an answer before closing the car door. What was the worst he could do? Tell her to get out? This was a chance she had to take.

Just as he was about to back out, she stepped behind him causing him to slam on the brakes so he didn't hit her with his car. That was the last thing he needed was to have a hit and run on his ass. Next thing he knew, she was opening his door and jumping in.. Was this chick crazy? What the hell was she thinking? He kinda just looked at her with the typical Dom angry look as if almost saying, get the fuck out.

"Please. You obviously heard'em talkin' about my rap sheet. If they catch me, I'm fucked."

PLAY ME

"Buckle up." he said doing the same as he seen one of the many cop cars coming around the corner. He put the pedal to the floor as the tires spun out and created white smoke. The car flew backwards and he cut the wheel sending the car into a 180 degree turn as he hit the brakes. The car spun in the direction he wanted to go and he floored it again, tires spinning out again until they finally gripped and the car took off in a fishtail. He shifted into second and the car jumped forward again like it just got some boost of power. He took the turn in a drift, cutting the wheel into it and straightened her out to take the stretch in front of them. Dom wasn't stopping for cops and he wasn't certainly letting them get a good view of his plates either. Shifting into third, the car peeled out again, lunging forward and showing the sheer power his sleeper had. The light ahead was going to turn red, but Dom pushed the pedal farther to the floor and ran the red light. The cop tailing them from afar tried to run it too, but got T boned by another car in the process. Dom looked in his rear view mirror to see it and smiled while he took the next turn.

However, the cops weren't giving up that easily and one came at Andy's side door ready to plow into them, but Dom down shifted to slow the car down and hit the brakes while cutting the wheel. His car went sideways and the cop car went right past him and slammed into another car instead, flipping the car over onto the police car's roof. With Dom at a stop, he shifted into first and peeled the car into a 90 degree turn before fishtailing it again to straighten himself out. Shifting into second, the car floored itself straight and behind them again was yet another squad catching up fast. He shifted into third and kept distance until he decided to turn. Taking the first left, he floored the Camaro and cut the wheel opposite of the way they were going to drift around a car waiting at the light. He straightened the wheel and shifted into third again and took the straight away passing through a couple of lights and hit another hard right. Up ahead, he seen a delivery truck backing out of an ally and although it was going to be close, he knew he could make it. He put the pedal to the floor and flipped a switch on the steering wheel. Pressing the button, the car was sent into a rapid launch when the NOS ignited. He was thrown back into the seat and the Camaro pulled a wheelie before coming down and allowing them to pass the delivery truck. Dom looked in his rear view mirror and the cop car tried to get passed, but slammed into the rear of the truck, throwing produce all over the streets. He took another hard left and another hard right before finally hitting the straight again. When seeing no more cops, he slowed it down and pulled into an industrial park where they could sit for a few and let the heat cool down.

Shutting the car off he stepped out of the car, leaving Andy in it to sit by herself. He paced a little and then leaned up against his ride waiting for it. She was going to come out here again and thank him, wasn't she? How did he get stuck in this mess again? Oh, yeah, the kindness of his heart. He really needed to stop playing the good guy in situations like this.

He didn't look happy..... at all, really. Still, there really weren't many options for her right now to get away as fast as she needed to. Then again, he wasn't telling her to get the fuck out of the car either, so that was a good sign, wasn't it? 

"Buckle up."

"Oka-..."

Andy couldn't even get out a full 'okay' before the guy started squealing his tires, smoke clouding practically everything around them as the car spun around.... and then spun again. With all the shifting, spinning and slamming on the breaks, Andy was gripping the 'Oh Shit' handle on the door of the car trying to keep herself from practically bouncing into his lap. She fumbled with the belt, pulling it down finally and with all the jerking making it tedious as hell, buckled it until she heard the 'click' knowing it was locked in place. Through the smoke, the car then took off like a bat out of hell, smoke hovering in it's wake while the cops were hot on their tail. 

This guy really knew his shit. Andy was thinking it, almost aloud, as they took the corner in a drift and headed toward what was about to be a red light without even so much as slowing down. He was going to run it. 

There went the oh shit handle again.....

Andy first checked the side mirror just as they'd safely passed the light, watching behind her a rather tumultuous scene. The cop closest to catching up was smashed into by oncoming traffic. Andy twisted her body to look behind them. The sheer force behind the speed in which the cop car was going sent it spinning so hard, it skid across the pavement and slammed into a building. Out of the corner of her eye as she turned herself back, Andy spotted a smile on the guy's face and in turn smirked herself. Another quick turn and they were flooring it once again, Andy finally feeling like they might have lost them.... much to her dismay, she herself was damn near killed by a cop ready to ram right into her door which would've instantly killed her for sure. Leaning toward the driver, who then slammed on the breaks and the car drifted sideways with just enough space to avoid certain death. That squad slid past them so close, she could've reached out and touched it.  Andy felt her heart pounding.... Her chest heaved and she sat back in her seat with her finger nails digging into the handle in the door, and the other hand clenching the side of the seat next to her thigh watching the second squad impale itself into another vehicle. The impact was so severe, it caused the other vehicle to flip and land itself on top of the squad car. 

.....Two down. God knew how many to go. 

Andy sat wide eyed as they started again, this time spinning into a fishtail down a long stretch of road. Andy again heard sirens. "Fuck..." she said to herself  after looking in the mirror again and spotting yet another squad. They were definitely persistent fucks. She'd give them that. The drive took another turn, Andy pressing her back hard into the seat simply trying to hold on. They were quickly coming up on several cars sitting at a light and Andy honestly didn't know what to do with herself. She'd had to outrun the cops before, but being in the driver's seat is much different than being a passenger. You're not in control.... of anything. The only thing keeping her from spazzing out was the fact that he'd handled things quite well so far, so she put it in her mind that he'd gotten himself out of worse situations, and this was going to be fine......

..... they were going to be fine.....


                           ....... everything was going to be fine.....

Andy took a deep breath as they swerved around sitting cars, zigging and zagging, taking hard turns and the look on the driver's face looked so calm and collected that you'd think they were just out for a Sunday cruise. That made Andy start to calm down a little until she spied a delivery truck backing out into the street... one that if they didn't hurry the hell up, they were going to plow right into. 

...... Andy was then thanking God for the oh shit handle. She'd be lucky if she didn't break it off by the time this was over. 

The driver floored it, igniting his NOS, which Andy didn't realize until the car felt like it was being ejected from a cannon and the hood of the car lifted itself off the ground. Her entire body was now pushing against the seat so hard, she was afraid it'd slam back into the back seat. When the hood was far enough down, she spied them passing the delivery truck and let out the breath she'd had stored in her lungs. Her heart may have come with it. Who knows. All Andy knew was she could learn a few things from this guy. 

Having been so preoccupied with the delivery truck, Andy hadn't even noticed the fourth squad that had been tailing them, which was now crushing it's front end into the truck, which skid and released produce from it's back end that permeated the streets making it damn near impossible for any car to get passed. 

Just when she was wondering when the hell this was going to end, the driver was pulling the car into some sort of industrial lot and the car was shut off. He must have felt this to be a safe enough spot to wait for things to die down. Andy wanted to say something.... but what could she say? Turning her head to attempt something intelligent, this guy was already getting out of the car. 

The door closed and Andy watched him take a few steps, then turn around and walk back to lean up against the door. She only sat for a moment, allowing her heart to slow itself down along with her breathing before pulling the handle and letting the door slowly open. One foot dangled out tentatively, toeing at and finally resting on the ground followed by the other as she shifted her body and slowly emerged from the vehicle. Her legs didn't want to cooperate at first, trying to acclimate themselves enough to functionally walk. Andy turned, took a few steps back and slowly closed the door before leaning her front half against it. 

"That was fucking incredible." she started... "I've hadda outrun the cops before, but that....." she then, finally, walked herself around the front of the car until she was standing a few feet in front of him. "I've only known one other person who could drive like that...." her expression fell, her tone solemn.... "He died a couple'a days ago, then leaves me some letter tellin' me I gotta leave right away and come here... so then I get here, and I find out I got that douchebag back there followin' my ass." she thumbed off toward the diner that was now miles away. She then turned away from him and took a few steps. "I didn't ask fer none'a this shit. I don't even know what the fuck I'm doin' here." Now she was just rambling, likely about shit he didn't even wanna hear. "Nevermind. Anyways..." she said, turning back to face him again. "Thanks again fer savin' my ass..... twice." 

"That was fucking incredible." she started... "I've hadda outrun the cops before, but that....."

She finally got out of the car and started talking, soon followed by her moving around the front and in front of him. Not once did he look at her but rather focused on something off in the distance. He was listening, thinking, and contemplating things in his head as she continued.

"I've only known one other person who could drive like that...." her expression fell, her tone solemn.... "He died a couple'a days ago, then leaves me some letter tellin' me I gotta leave right away and come here... so then I get here, and I find out I got that douchebag back there followin' my ass."

And then she went into her life story and about the FBI agent and someone close to her dying only a few days ago. This got his attention enough to set his eyes on her for a brief few seconds, but then turned to look away again. He really didn't want her to tell him this and he really didn't want to hear it, but she sounded like she needed a friend, someone she could trust. Then he wondered who she was gonna find. Even though he wanted to, just to give her a place, he didn't trust her. He didn't know what kind of heat she had on her. Yeah there was the FBI agent, but he was way out of his jurisdiction and corrupt as they came. But who else knew she was here? Who else was after her that would soon become his problem, or the crews problem? would she end up dead in his hands like Brian, like Letty, like Jesse? Hell, would she even be any use to him if he did give her a chance? He didn't know what she was capable of. He didn't even know if all that back at the diner was even a setup or not. He couldn't even let her in without the Crews blessing so it was better to end this now rather than put them both through this torment.

"I didn't ask fer none'a this shit. I don't even know what the fuck I'm doin' here." Now she was just rambling, likely about shit he didn't even wanna hear. "Nevermind. Anyways..." she said, turning back to face him again. "Thanks again fer savin' my ass..... twice."

He looked to her again and nodded while he finally settled this in his own head. He turned around and opened his car door to get in but stopped to lean on the open door. He looked off into the distance for a second as he started, but mid through turned to look at her and at least give her that respect. "Look, It's shit this happened to ya, but you don't wanna mix yourself with me. I'm dangerous, I'm not looking, and you're gonna get yourself killed with me. I'd rather not have another death on my hands. So its best we just split ways and keep it that way." he said getting in the car. He looked up at her as he started his car. "Take care of yourself. Hope shit works out for the best." he put the car in drive and eased forward, leaving her there but stopped a little down the way. He let out a heavy sigh and honked the horn. The least he could do was give her a ride to her hotel or wherever she was staying. He waited for her to walk up, probably pissed, but he couldn't blame her. "I can take you to where your staying, but that's as far as this goes." he said with the tone in his voice assuming they had an agreement. "By the way, people call me Dom."