Posted 28 September 2009 - 01:11 PM
He walked down the street, spotting the redhead from far away as she weaved her way through the crowds, shaking that glorious booty. Not that it was hard - that light a skin, such hair and that figure made her stand out amongst the downtrodden masses like a rosebush amidst grass. Pity he hadn't brought heavier gear. She could be a righteous pain in the ass, he knew from briefings, but he assumed a dainty flower like that wasn't very brave, so what he had, some smoke and fire, should scare her off and make her quiver for the remainder of the day in her hotel. Pretending to tie his shoelaces, he connected a short fuse and a sliver of plastic to the underside of the car next to him, then walked past her. He didn't look back when he heard it go off, but continued walking.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.