Zero Tolerance: City of ill Repute
Title: City of ill Repute
Characters: Zero, his ex-wife
Rating: PG (on account of prostitution mentioned, though I suck at graphic, so you're not getting any)
Summary: Zero's interrupted.
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He pushed her down, probably a little hard for her liking, but that was beside the point. Prostitutes were like civil servants, always in demand, careers secure until they retired. Admittedly, in this profession, it happened sooner, but the retirement was sweetened by their better pay. She urged him to live out his fantasies, but he told her to shut up, she was ruining it.
To his immense displeasure, a knock came at the door. He pushed himself off her and grabbed a towel. He opened the door and swallowed his anger. The sergeant was concerned enough. "Report," he ordered calmly, looking as dignified as possible.
The sergeant was bright red. "Yes, sir. We have information that the fugitive is in the city. To see the Wizard."
Zero moved to follow but stopped. He turned back. "Clothes," he muttered.
His sergeant had gone by the time he'd gotten out. He had barely stepped outside before he was jumped. He threw her off. "Oh, come now, Zero," she purred. "You know I could do much better than a pathetic prostitute."
He snorted before moving off, anxious to get to his unit. "There and I was thinking, you were a 'pathetic prostitute'," he sneered, as he sensed her trying to follow.
"You weren't the ideal husband either," she snapped back. "Dammit, Zero! I could never compare to your sister. Is that what you ask your whores to be? You're sick!"
In one swift move, he grabbed her by the neck and pushed against the nearest wall. "Don't go there," he growled. "My sister... was a lady. You should hope to be half the woman she was."
She shifted in his grip. "I did," she searched out his eyes. "Oh, I did, Zero. I could never keep up. I loved you but never..."
He released her. "And General Lonot? Hmm? You married him, because? You loved him? Huh?"
"He didn't compare me to an angel."
"Good. Bye," he walked off. She's only back for more power. He met with his men outside the club and they went inside.
"Lock this place down," he told them. "They don't leave. Check upstairs." He stopped a customer, holding up the wanted poster. "Seen her? No?" He took the few steps down to the bar. He pulled gently at a waitress, to get her attention. "Have you seen this girl?"
"I think she's at DeMilo's table," she replied, pointing. He smiled sweetly at her before heading to the empty table. He grinned, not gone yet.
Next: Northern Island
Characters: Zero, his ex-wife
Rating: PG (on account of prostitution mentioned, though I suck at graphic, so you're not getting any)
Summary: Zero's interrupted.
Table of Contents
He pushed her down, probably a little hard for her liking, but that was beside the point. Prostitutes were like civil servants, always in demand, careers secure until they retired. Admittedly, in this profession, it happened sooner, but the retirement was sweetened by their better pay. She urged him to live out his fantasies, but he told her to shut up, she was ruining it.
To his immense displeasure, a knock came at the door. He pushed himself off her and grabbed a towel. He opened the door and swallowed his anger. The sergeant was concerned enough. "Report," he ordered calmly, looking as dignified as possible.
The sergeant was bright red. "Yes, sir. We have information that the fugitive is in the city. To see the Wizard."
Zero moved to follow but stopped. He turned back. "Clothes," he muttered.
His sergeant had gone by the time he'd gotten out. He had barely stepped outside before he was jumped. He threw her off. "Oh, come now, Zero," she purred. "You know I could do much better than a pathetic prostitute."
He snorted before moving off, anxious to get to his unit. "There and I was thinking, you were a 'pathetic prostitute'," he sneered, as he sensed her trying to follow.
"You weren't the ideal husband either," she snapped back. "Dammit, Zero! I could never compare to your sister. Is that what you ask your whores to be? You're sick!"
In one swift move, he grabbed her by the neck and pushed against the nearest wall. "Don't go there," he growled. "My sister... was a lady. You should hope to be half the woman she was."
She shifted in his grip. "I did," she searched out his eyes. "Oh, I did, Zero. I could never keep up. I loved you but never..."
He released her. "And General Lonot? Hmm? You married him, because? You loved him? Huh?"
"He didn't compare me to an angel."
"Good. Bye," he walked off. She's only back for more power. He met with his men outside the club and they went inside.
"Lock this place down," he told them. "They don't leave. Check upstairs." He stopped a customer, holding up the wanted poster. "Seen her? No?" He took the few steps down to the bar. He pulled gently at a waitress, to get her attention. "Have you seen this girl?"
"I think she's at DeMilo's table," she replied, pointing. He smiled sweetly at her before heading to the empty table. He grinned, not gone yet.
Next: Northern Island