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fast_thrower in dc_nation

I Hate The Living

Jan 22, 2009 23:24

My name is Owen Mercer, and this is the day I die..

"Hurry up, peon! Daddy's going to dock your pay if you can't keep up!"

Owen grimaced as he followed the girl he was currently bodyguarding, as the rent-a-cop hired on for good measure carried her shopping bags.

..or at least it would be if there was any mercy in this universe.Oh yeah, this is ( Read more... )

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heart_of_steele January 24 2009, 02:31:42 UTC

Owen would, when he had a chance to check, find a text message on his phone.

Got to be a better line of work than guarding spoiled princesses. Interested in a new one?

It was followed by an address and time.

fast_thrower January 24 2009, 06:31:40 UTC

After getting the 'princess' home and cashing his check for the day, Owen settled down at the address he'd been given. It was a reasonably pleasant outdoor cafe. He took a seat and glanced around, having no idea who he was looking for.

It couldn't be worse than the job he was already on, right?

heart_of_steele January 25 2009, 01:39:06 UTC

Truthfully, the trench coat and wide-brimmed hat probably did very little to hide the fact that he has made out of metal. The fact that the chair across from Owen groaned under his weight probably didn't help either.

"Mr. Mercer. Or would ya rather I call ya Owen?"

fast_thrower January 25 2009, 01:40:25 UTC

He raised an eyebrow at the creak, catching the glint on what passed for the man's skin. "Owen's fine. Who're you?"

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