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Ameera contemplatively gazed at the rifle and then at her would-be assassin. Was he joking? For all she knew, the rifle could have been a distraction or even empty; on the other hand, the expression on his face indicated both sincerity and desperation to get out of the freezing storm. It seemed to be getting even colder outside with dusk setting in.
?That will not be necessary,? she finally told him before turning on her heel and made way back into the office where Eddie looked less than happy.
?What the hell is the deal, pal? Thanks to you, it?s not only going to be cold outside, but in here too,? Eddie spat, already halfway across the room. He looked at Deadlock and then shifted his gaze to the other man standing outside; much to his chagrin, the office was suddenly populated by two possibly dangerous strangers and one extremely dangerous familiar. ?Who are you guys anyway?? The Italian-American narrowed his eyes when he looked at Ameera. ?Are these your friends??
?What makes you think that?? Ameera asked and sat down in a worn, yet surprisingly comfortable leather couch. "And don't worry about the door. You have another one." She nodded to the second door leading inside from the vestibule.
Eddie drew his left forearm in towards his shoulder and pointed at Deadlock with his thumb. He said, ?This guy just broke my front door. He?s violent, and violence follows you everywhere, Ameera. You need some new friends? and therapy.?
?And you need anger management,? the olive-skinned adventuress purred.
Eddie scoffed. Coming from Ameera, the statement was amusing to his ears. He needed anger management? She was the one who seemed menstrual the majority of the time and failed miserably at controlling it. As if further complicating her "issues" (as he liked to call it), she kept a dangerous amount of fire power on her body at all times, and although she slept with nothing on, a Desert Eagle remained within reach no matter where she slept . He called it paranoia. She called it preparedness.
?That?s coming from the queen of anger issues," Eddie retorted, bitterness evident in his tone.
?That will not be necessary,? she finally told him before turning on her heel and made way back into the office where Eddie looked less than happy.
?What the hell is the deal, pal? Thanks to you, it?s not only going to be cold outside, but in here too,? Eddie spat, already halfway across the room. He looked at Deadlock and then shifted his gaze to the other man standing outside; much to his chagrin, the office was suddenly populated by two possibly dangerous strangers and one extremely dangerous familiar. ?Who are you guys anyway?? The Italian-American narrowed his eyes when he looked at Ameera. ?Are these your friends??
?What makes you think that?? Ameera asked and sat down in a worn, yet surprisingly comfortable leather couch. "And don't worry about the door. You have another one." She nodded to the second door leading inside from the vestibule.
Eddie drew his left forearm in towards his shoulder and pointed at Deadlock with his thumb. He said, ?This guy just broke my front door. He?s violent, and violence follows you everywhere, Ameera. You need some new friends? and therapy.?
?And you need anger management,? the olive-skinned adventuress purred.
Eddie scoffed. Coming from Ameera, the statement was amusing to his ears. He needed anger management? She was the one who seemed menstrual the majority of the time and failed miserably at controlling it. As if further complicating her "issues" (as he liked to call it), she kept a dangerous amount of fire power on her body at all times, and although she slept with nothing on, a Desert Eagle remained within reach no matter where she slept . He called it paranoia. She called it preparedness.
?That?s coming from the queen of anger issues," Eddie retorted, bitterness evident in his tone.