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LittleRedHatter — The Mutant Crew: Part 1 Chapter 2
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Part 1 - The RecruitmentChapter 2: The Gun and the Huntress
4:50pm, Friday, outside of a Hotel in the desert, Los Santos
She re-read the address. Then again. And again. She looked up at the old hotel in front of her. Bits and pieces had fallen off or were about to. Holes of various sizes scattered the building’s walls. It looked more like a warehouse than an actual hotel. She read the address once more before putting it in the pocket of her jeans. Geoff said this guy was one of the best gunmen he’s ever heard of. He apparently was the guy who killed over 50 cops in that robbery last week. But if the guy is so damn good, why is he staying in such a shithole? She walked up to the building and pressed the buzzer of the room she wanted. No answer. She tried again. Still no answer. She pressed the buzzer of the phone to the receptionist.
“Yes, how can I help you?” asked a bored female voice on the other end.
“I’m here to see a friend. He’s in room 16, is he home?”
There was a shuffling of papers. “Let me see…Ah yes, number 16. He’s one of the few here with security. Uh…he hasn’t signed out…He has a list of people allowed to come in, what’s your name?”
“Uh…Jack Pattillo?”
“Ah, no sorry, not on there.”
“How much to be on the list.”
There was a pause. “How much do you got?”
“$70. That’s it.”
“Show me.” Jack took the money out of her wallet and showed it to the security camera in front of her. “Yes, I see you on the list here Miss Pattillo. My mistake, come right in.” There was a buzz before the door opened. Jack stepped inside, opened another door, and then was in the reception room. A young Hispanic woman sat at a desk, grinning. Jack handed her the money. “Apologies for the tight security, bad neighbourhood. Second floor. Turn right. At the very end of the hallway on the left.”
“Thank you,” Jack replied as she made her way up the stairs. This kid better be fucking worth it. She walked along the hallway, reading the numbers on the doors. Some of the numbers had fallen off, leaving behind ragged marks. Some were drawings, others simply etched in. Here it is, room 16. She knocked on the door. No answer. She knocked again. Nothing.
“Hello, anyone there?” she asked. She heard movement, but still no answer. Well then. She pulled out her lock pick and unlocked the door. As she stepped in she closed it behind her. The room was in better condition than the rest of the building, but it was small and messy. There was a lounge room which opened to a kitchen, and two doors, one to the bedroom, the other to the laundry and bathroom. Beer cans littered the lounge, a half-eaten sandwich sat on the coffee tables and a bra hung from the ceiling. Classy. Jack looked around, taking note of everything she saw. She walked into the bedroom. The double bed was messy and clothes were scattered around the floor. Jack looked through one of the bedside drawers, finding a wallet containing the license of the man she was looking for. So he does live here. Then where the hell is he?
“Don’t fucking move.”
Jack felt a gun being pushed into her back.
“Who are you, how did you get in here and why are you here?” asked the owner of the voice. Jack tried to turn but the gun was pushed harder into her back. “Just answer me.”
“My name is Jack Pattillo. Maybe you have heard of me.”
“I have. Except Jack’s a man.”
“I see... The receptionist let me in. And I’m looking for a friend.”
“Some friend you are, breaking into someone’s home and looking through their stuff.”
“I know, I’m wonderful. Perhaps you can help me find him.”
“Turn around.”
Jack did as she was told. A young red-headed woman stood aiming a shotgun at Jack. “I’ve told you who I am, so tell me who you are.”
“Why are you looking for this ‘friend?’”
“That’s private business.”
“I have a gun aimed at you, and I won’t hesitate to fire it. So how about you answer my question.”
“Answer mine.”
The red-headed woman aimed the shotgun at Jack’s head. “Answer the god damn question. Why are you looking for this friend?”
Jack smiled, folding her arms. “Shoot me.” The other woman pressed the gun into Jack’s head, but just as she was about to fire, a young man grabbed her arm.
“Wait Lindsay, I know her,” he said. The woman stepped back, but still had the shotgun raised.
“You could’ve said that earlier, jeez,” she frowned.
The man sneered before turning his attention to Jack. “You’re that chick who killed the detective that was on to me.”
“And you’re Michael Jones,” Jack grinned.
“How the fuck did you find me?” the young man asked.
“I have my ways. Don’t worry, no one knows where you are, and I wasn’t followed.”
“Why did you kill the detective?”
“I needed you alive.”
“To kill me or get information from me?”
“If I wanted to do either they would have been done by now. No, I’m here to make a proposition,” Jack glanced between the two, “Perhaps one we can discuss in private.”
“I’m not leaving my fiancé alone with you,” Lindsay sneered.
“Lindsay stays here. Whatever you have to say you can say it in front of her,” Michael folded his arms.
Jack’s eyes flickered between them. “Very well. I’m asking you to join my crew.”
“Fuck off.”
“I’m not joking,” Jack eyed off the shotgun still aimed at her, “My boss and I have been watching, taking note of your vast skill sets and unique abilities. Last week certainly proved your… resourcefulness. But you’re on the run, you need help. You don’t know who to trust. You need more than just one person to watch your back. And you also want, or rather need, more money.”
“We’re not interested,” Michael snarled, “You’re barely anybody. You can’t help us.”
“We have the Vagabond.”
Michael snarled. “Bullshit.”
“It’s true. You can come meet him, if you like.”
“Fucking bullshit.”
“If you let me pull out my phone you can call him. Hell, even Skype him if you want to see
his face.”
Lindsey glanced at Michael. “Michael, do you think she’s-”
“No, it’s fucking bullshit,” Michael growled, “And if you have the Vagabond, why the fuck would you need me.”
“Like I said, your skill sets impresses us.”
“You’re not exactly good at persuading me to join your crew.”
“You don’t exactly have a lot of choices.”
Lindsey lowered her gun, and Michael looked at her in surprise. “Lindsay, what are you doing?”
“She’s right Michael. We’ll probably be dead in a week, if we’re lucky. We’ve got nothing
to lose anyway.”
“I’m not going to be a part of some stupid crew who’ll fuck us up as soon as the opportunity rises. I’m not gonna take any more fucking risks. I’m fucking done with all of this bullshit. I’m fucking done with this town.”
“Michael, I don’t like it either, and it goes against what we believe in. But if we want to survive we need some god damn help!”
“No, I don’t fucking trust her. I don’t fucking trust anybody!” And with that Michael stormed out.
“Michael! Get your ass back in here!” Lindsay turned to the other woman, “I will talk to him once he’s calmed down. Look, I don’t trust you either. I know you were going to try to seduce Michael if he refused, that’s pretty obvious. I’d love to shoot you in the head, but… we’re desperate, and if you’re offering us help, well, we need it.”
Jack paused, nodding slowly. “We knew Jones had a partner, we didn’t know it was a partner in crime. I’m sure your abilities are sufficient enough for the crew.”
“Yeah,” Lindsay shrugged.
“Hmm. Here, this all the information you’ll need,” Jack handed Lindsay a business card, “I hope we’ll be seeing you.”
“I hope so too. But if you do double cross us, we will kill you.”
“Same to you.”
“Glad we understand each other. Now, get the hell out.”
