Book 2, Chapter 088

Mister Eight grinned. “Well, there you go. These are the only two girls we found out of their seats, and the doofus digs the blonde, so she’s his date.”

JD looked at Mister Eight. Behind his goggles, JD’s expression was unreadable. “Okay,” he said cheerfully. “I like the way your logic concludes, but you just called me a ‘doofus’ again, so I’m afraid I’ve gotta put you on the list.”

Mister Three frowned. “Are you sure? What if this is that reverse psychology and its actually the Chinese chick?”

“American,” Hitomi corrected him. “By way of Japanese immigrants. Nice try, though.”

The two thugs ignored her. “Nah,” Mister Eight opined. “Doofus’ aren’t that smart.”

JD’s eyebrow twitched. “Right. You’re going down first,” he commented. “I mean: that was already a given but now I’m gonna make it hurt.”

“I don’t know…” Mister Three started to say.

But Mister One interrupted him, settling the debate. “Mister Eight is right,” he said. He tucked a piece of paper — his crib sheet for the job — back in his pocket and pointed at JD with his gun. “But not because he’s an idiot,” he said.

“Thank you,” JD muttered.

“Which you are,” Mister One continued, “if you honestly think insulting the guys with the guns is a good idea.” Then he smiled. “But I know she’s is the one we want,” Mister One told his cronies with absolute confidence, “because our boss said Rachel was blonde.

“Woah, wait.” JD suddenly interjected. “You guys are here to abduct Rachel? Ean’s girlfriend? That’s it, everybody with a mask is on the list.”

But he wasn’t the only one who was confused. Al turned to Hitomi. “I thought we decided my designation would be ‘Al’,” she said.

“Yeah,” said Hitomi. She was scowling at the entire situation. “It is. Don’t worry about it. These guys are just really confused. I mean, they think I’m Chinese. Idiots.”

Et Alia, Book 2: Black Magic, Secret Agents, Shakespearean Tragedies and Interoffice Dating

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