6:23 a.m. In a small flat in Londan, a phone rings...
*ring, ring,ring*
A hand reaches out from underneath a pile of blankets and unwashed clothes, and begins searching for the phone.
*ring, ring, ring*
A groan emits from the pile of blankets. The hand having reached its destination pulls the handset underneath the covers.
"This had better be a hot 18 year old schoolgirl who wants to screw me 6 ways from Sunday."
A male voice comes out the receiver, "Ah Sam, its good to know your still as cheery as ever in the mornings!"
"What the fuck you want Ed?"
"Well, if your going to be rude, I won't tell you about the job."
The blankets tumble off of the bed as a scruffy looking young man leaps up off the bed shouting, "What?! No wait! What job?!"
"Glad I have your attention. It seems people are being hired left and right, from all over the world, for a bodyguarding job. They asked me if I knew anybody, so I gave them your name."
"A fucking babysitting job! Man, you know I hate those!"
"Oh but you used to be so good at them. Besides, they are paying quite a bit for this babysitting job."
"How much is 'quite a bit'?"
"Let me check," some papers can be heard rustling, then a low whistle, "it seems they're paying...."
***
Outside across the street a garbage collector looks up from his job and turns to his partner, "You just hear a scream?" The partner doesn't even stop, "Naw, was probably a cat."
***
"They're paying that much. Who the hell we guarding, God?!"
"I have no actual information on who your guarding, but I dad manage to dig up who you'll be guarding
against."
"Yeah, who?"
"One Babylon Jones."
"Who?'
"I havn't heard much about her myself, just rumors mostly. She's supposed to be really good at what she does, and she is supposed to be unkillable.
"Nobodies unkillable Ed. You know that better then anyone."
"I didn't say she was unkillable, those are just the rumors floating around. So, do you want the job?"
Sam sat back down on the bed. Damn bodyguard jobs, he thought to himself, never turn out right. But it is a lot of money.....damn...
"Yeah, I'll take it."
"Excellent. I'll have your instructions and plane tickets sent to you immediatly. Good luck."
Sam hung up the phone, and flopped back onto the bed.
"Yeah, good fuckin luck. I have a feeling I'll need it."
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