Post by The Calgary Connection on Nov 9, 2005 14:55:27 GMT -5
[It's mid-afternoon in Edmonton. An unmarked black sedan pulls up to the front door of a downtown apartment building. Within a moment, a man in a dark suit and dark glasses exists the front door and seats himself in the passenger side door. The Fixer. The Hatchet. The Calgary Connection.]
THE HATCHET: Afternoon, chief.
THE FIXER: I've asked you not to call me "chief" a dozen times, David.
THE HATCHET: And I've called you it a baker's dozen, so you know.
[The Hatchet puts the vehicle into gear and smoothly pulls the sedan into traffic.]
THE HATCHET: So... did you really tell your nephew that you saw Lobo sucking Static's voodoo, and I quote... "ALL-NIGHT-LONG!"
[The Fixer grimaces.]
THE FIXER: Regrettably, yes. My sister's first-born has a way of bringing out the... foolish side of me. I'd appreciate it if you would forget about it.
THE HATCHET: Oh yeah, sure...
[The Hatchet tries, lips twitching with the effort to contain his laughter. The Fixer sighs.]
THE FIXER: Fine. Do what you have to do.
THE HATCHET: BWAHAHAHAHAHA! You told Lobo ---- that you saw---what the hell, where did THAT come from --- voodoo! HAHAHAHA!
THE FIXER: When you're finished snickering, I'd appreciate it if you kept your eyes on the road.
THE HATCHET: The road...waugh!
[The Hatchet jerks the steering wheel, making a sudden change into the other lane so as to avoid a crossing pedestrian.]
THE HATCHET: Right...the gym, then?
THE FIXER: An excellent idea, my disagreeociate. It's time to put an end to this losing streak of ours once and for all. I think Lobo submitting to the sharpshooter in the center of the ring will do nicely.
THE HATCHET: High time he paid up. And then we'll worry about Ravager, D-X, and The Decapitators.
THE FIXER: No, Hatchet. They'll worry about US.
[Fade.]
THE HATCHET: Afternoon, chief.
THE FIXER: I've asked you not to call me "chief" a dozen times, David.
THE HATCHET: And I've called you it a baker's dozen, so you know.
[The Hatchet puts the vehicle into gear and smoothly pulls the sedan into traffic.]
THE HATCHET: So... did you really tell your nephew that you saw Lobo sucking Static's voodoo, and I quote... "ALL-NIGHT-LONG!"
[The Fixer grimaces.]
THE FIXER: Regrettably, yes. My sister's first-born has a way of bringing out the... foolish side of me. I'd appreciate it if you would forget about it.
THE HATCHET: Oh yeah, sure...
[The Hatchet tries, lips twitching with the effort to contain his laughter. The Fixer sighs.]
THE FIXER: Fine. Do what you have to do.
THE HATCHET: BWAHAHAHAHAHA! You told Lobo ---- that you saw---what the hell, where did THAT come from --- voodoo! HAHAHAHA!
THE FIXER: When you're finished snickering, I'd appreciate it if you kept your eyes on the road.
THE HATCHET: The road...waugh!
[The Hatchet jerks the steering wheel, making a sudden change into the other lane so as to avoid a crossing pedestrian.]
THE HATCHET: Right...the gym, then?
THE FIXER: An excellent idea, my disagreeociate. It's time to put an end to this losing streak of ours once and for all. I think Lobo submitting to the sharpshooter in the center of the ring will do nicely.
THE HATCHET: High time he paid up. And then we'll worry about Ravager, D-X, and The Decapitators.
THE FIXER: No, Hatchet. They'll worry about US.
[Fade.]