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Opposite Sides of the Tracks	By : kizukatana Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- xXx –
On his way out of town, Naruto stopped by the site where the Uchiha estate had stood. He looked at the remains of the mansion, now surrounded by police tape. He thought back to how it had looked on the night more than a year ago when he had come here to say goodbye to Sasuke. His stomach twisted as he remembered how Sasuke had been there to help him. But Naruto had been powerless to return the favor and shield him from this.
After several moments of reflection, Naruto pulled out three sticks of incense that he had brought from a shrine near one of the gyms he frequented, and placed them into the ground in a small row just outside of the taped off area of the ruins. He carefully tied a small paper to each of them, with a traditional prayer inscribed on each. For Mikoto and Itachi, he had also added a note promising to look after Sasuke. Knowing what he did about Fugaku, he couldn't bring himself to do more than the bare minimum for Sasuke's father. He left the sticks burning, knowing the paper would catch fire and burn soon, and headed to the train station.
The three sticks burned down, and had almost reached the small paper prayers that were tied to them. The man who had watched from the shadows walked silently towards them. A strong but well-shaped hand reached down, and picked up the stick with 'Itachi' written on the paper tied to it. The figure read the paper, and put it in his pocket. He then placed the incense stick it had been attached to next to the one for Mikoto, watching the other papers catch fire and burn. He took one last look at the remains of his former home, and disappeared back into the night.
- xXx –
Naruto had spent all his remaining money on the train ticket back to Konoha in his rush to get back in time for the funeral. To see Sasuke.
On his way back to Tokyo, he managed to stow away in the luggage compartment of the train, and he spent the cramped ride thinking about what he needed to do. First he'd go back to the loading dock and see if he could get paid for the days he had already worked. He had run off the day before payday, so had almost a full week's worth of pay owed him. He knew he couldn't count on getting the money given the way he had left, but it was worth a shot.
The boarding house where he was sleeping had made it clear that it was pay day by day, with no 'bill me later' options. If he didn't get paid, he'd just go by and pick up his stuff before they tossed it. After over a year, all he had to his name was a school uniform, two changes of clothes, his school backpack and a tattered sketchbook.
Despite his dire straits, though, he wasn't going to beg for his job back, and not just because the foreman had made it crystal clear that he wouldn't get it. His plan originally had been to play it safe, both in terms of where he slept and the jobs he took. He had just wanted to get by and go to school and try to scrape some sort of life together once he hit 18 and didn't have to worry about hiding anymore.
Now he had an entirely different focus. He would not be able to help Sasuke if he just laid low and kept his nose clean for the next 2 years. The best way to protect Sasuke was to find out who did this and take them down. But he'd need to get inside information on Yakuza activities to do that, and you don't get that by keeping your nose clean and laying low. But you also don't get it if you are dead, so Naruto needed a plan.
In his view, he could do two things well. He could fight, and he could draw. Neither of those required school to get better at. The drawing would probably be useless, but he had a good memory for faces and ability to sketch fairly realistic likenesses that could come in handy for capturing faces where a camera would get him killed. The fighting angle would be his best bet, though. He thought about it a bit, and decided he would look into night clubs and gyms that the Yakuza owned. He could apply as a bouncer, security, a fighter, or even a janitor. It didn't matter what.
Newspapers and tabloids would have rumor and sometimes facts about Yakuza operations. It would be a place to start. He would not arouse suspicion, since he was exactly what he appeared to be, mostly: a runaway with no money or friends or connections, and one or two useful skills. The topic of the Uchiha massacre was all over the news, talk shows, and bar room discussions. It was unlikely to fade anytime soon. He just needed to get into the right rooms to hear what was said, and what was not said.
The next day he swung by the dock and was surprised to have his old boss pay him most of what he was owed, giving him enough money to seep in the boarding house at least for the next two weeks. He spent the rest of the day in the library, looking through online newspaper archives and made a list of places to go and try for a job.
He took his list of addresses and pulled on his only clean set of clothes, a black tank top and some rust colored cargo pants. He washed his other shirt and jeans out in the sink and hung them on the bed rail to dry.
He tried the three gyms on his list first, but two were no longer open, and the remaining one that was wouldn't give him the time of day.
So he tried the nightclubs next. He knew his chances were even lower here, because you had to be at least 20 to work in a nightclub, and he didn't think he could not pass for that.
At the end of a very long and frustrating day, Naruto sat down on the steps of the rooming house, trying to figure out what to do. Nothing had panned out.
In a way, it didn't surprise him He had no real experience applying for jobs, and no resume or references. Even his ID was fake, and while the people administering the placement test for high school might have accepted it, it wouldn't hold up well to a full background check. He smirked a bit, remembering his spur-of-the-moment decision to stay in the food category with his name, so Naruto had become Menma.
His smirk turned into a somewhat embarrassed grin when he thought back to the closest he had come today to getting a job that day. It had been at one of the nightclubs on his list.
There had been big, guy with short, bleached out hair at the door. Assuming that this guy must be a bouncer, he just walked up and asked if they needed any extra security, or any part-time help.
The man looked at Naruto, but didn't say anything.
"Um… hey. Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to apply for a job. Doing whatever."
Still silence. Naruto decided this approach was not working. "Look, I have nothing better to do than sit here and annoy you all day. So if you're down with that, then you can keep ignoring me and I'll just keep talking until you answer my question."
The guy turned to him, and gave him the 'I'm gonna kick your ass' look.
"Hey, you want to kick my ass? That's fine… it could be like an audition, right? Maybe I get a job if I win. Look, man. I'm not afraid to take a beating, so I got nothing to lose by trying." Naruto realized it was probably stupid, but he actually was looking forward to the prospect of a fight. A chance to blow off some steam, and show some skill. He had been feeling pretty useless for the past year, just loading boxes, going to school, sleeping, and eating. And writing obnoxious postcards to Sasuke.
The man's face didn't change, but amusement flashed in his eyes, and… understanding? Somehow Naruto got the feeling that this guy liked to fight, too.
"Samui," the man called back into the club. "There's a kid here looking for work. We got anything?"
"Send him back, and let's see, Omoi," came husky female voice from the darkness in the club.
Naruto walked in, mentally crossing his fingers. This was the farthest he had gotten in any of his attempts so far.
He almost tripped when he saw the woman who had spoken. He was bad at guessing ages, but she looked like she was in her mid-twenties. She had blond hair and slivery eyes, but what drew Naruto's immediate attention was her absolutely anti-gravity figure.
"Umm…." Naruto tried to force his eyes back to her face. "Yeah, I'll take any kind of work. I am good at fighting, if you need security…" He felt his eyes slipping down and snapped them back to her face, trying really hard not to blush like a little boy.
Samui looked him over, noting how the tight black tank top looked on him with approval. His wild, golden hair and tanned skin were as unusual as her paler version of these, but his eyes were the most striking. She had never seen such a piercing blue. And they held a depth of force that was intriguing as well.
"Hmm… maybe we could use you as a dancer in the pit. Are you old enough to drink?"
Naruto blanched at the mention of 'dancing.' He heard a laugh from Omoi behind him, who must have caught Naruto's expression. "Um… I don't really… dance. Is there anything else I could do for you?"
"So let me guess. You just fight and fuck," she said, clearly misinterpreting his last words, and she rolled her eyes as though she had heard that line a thousand times before. Looking at how her small dress positively clung to her perfect body, Naruto could believe it.
"No, that's not... that's not what I meant. Um, actually…" He blushed, trying to stop from stammering. "I mean, I'm just sixteen, so I am not old enough to drink, and I'm still working my way up to the fucking part. I just fight. Pretty much. And, um… I can draw? But I could clean or move stuff, too... is what I meant." He wondered if that sounded as incoherent to her as it did to his own ears.
At that, she threw her head back with a throaty laugh that made Naruto break out in a sweat. She was unbelievably hot. 'But totally out of my league in this lifetime,' he thought weakly, trying hard to control his hormones before his reaction became embarrassingly visible.
"Well, for your age, you are actually pretty tall and really built…," she ran her eyes up and down his body, smirking a bit when she observed his physical reaction to her frank appraisal. "… and cute. Mmmmmm. I'll tell you what. When you work your way up to the fucking part in a year or two, why don't you come back here and make me an offer."
Naruto tried to think if there was anything he could say here that would not make him look like an idiot. He couldn't really come up with anything. "Um… ok?" Naruto swallowed hard, trying to find some way to end this conversation before he made even more of a fool of himself. It wasn't as if he had never talked to a girl before. He had had several girlfriends, but they had all been the same age as he was, and similarly inexeperienced. He had absolutely no experience with women like this: sophisticated, confident, and totally comfortable with their sexuality.
Assuming that meant no job for now, Naruto turned and walked out the door. Omoi followed him.
"Look, kid. What's your name?"
"Uh… Menma."
"Menma, huh? Ok, look. You seem like a pretty decent kid. We sometimes need extra security for big events. In a month we will be having an opening of a new floor to the club. Come back then and I'll see if I can get you at least some temp work," Omoi took a piece of paper out and wrote down the date.
Naruto accepted the paper gratefully. A month was a long time away, but it was better than nothing. "Thanks, Omoi. I really need this."
The older man's eyes softened a bit at that. "I can tell."
Naruto gave a mock solute and headed off down the alley to the next stop on his list.
. . . . . . . . .
Naruto blew out a breath, trying to refocus his thoughts on next steps for himself. Not one to overthink major life decisions, he decided that if the job idea didn't work, and school wasn't sustainable without a regular place to live (which he could not afford without a job), he'd just go all the way down and try living on the streets in the neighborhoods where the Yakuza was most likely to operate from, and see what he could learn. Back in Konoha, he had only slept in his house half the time anyway. He'd avoid the business and 'fancy' parts of town where he was more likely to be picked up for vagrancy (and less likely to run into anyone who would be useful to talk to anyway). If he stopped spending money on the rooming house, his food money would last longer. Given that it was summer, and he was a teenage boy, he valued food much more than shelter.
. . . . . . . . . . .
Other people might feel afraid in the rough parts of a city, but Naruto felt at home. He knew how things worked there, knew how to read people and situations, and he could handle trouble if it came. He hung out in the neighborhood parks, joining games of pick-up basketball. His sense of humor and worn-out clothes put people at ease.
He went into some of the seedier gyms and asked if he could fight, and was more than able to handle his own. His style of fighting was a combination of highly technical moves and brute street fighting that tended to take even much more experienced opponents by surprise. And his ability to take some hard knocks and come right back up quickly earned him respect. Fighting skills were prized here, and after just a few days, he found people seeking him out to spar with, or just hang out. He at least got to use the showers in the gyms, and sometimes people would buy him lunch. He slept on the roof of one of the gyms if the night was clear, and under the awning of an entryway if it looked like rain. He didn't mind that people knew that, either. It just gave him more credibility.
He was resting after a game of basketball when a conversation caught his attention.
"Hey, did you hear the latest in the Uchiha massacre?"
"Maybe… what did you hear?"
"I heard it was one of Orochimaru's crew who blew the house because the Uchihas were getting in too deep with Nagato's business dealings and he was afraid to be shut out."
"No way, my dad works for Orochimaru Sama, and there is no way he would be worried about that poser Nagato. His operation has been running way longer. Besides, I'd totally know if we'd done that."
"Ssh! Who's that kid over there?"
"Oh, him? Nah, his name is Menma. And he's cool. I think he's a runaway from somewhere, but you should see him fight. He's sleeping anyway. He doesn't seem to care about stuff like this."
"Did you hear…"
Naruto kept his eyes carefully closed, and his breathing even, giving absolutely no external sign that he was memorizing every word. That night, on the rooftop, he sketched the faces of the two boys talking. The following morning, he went to a new part of town, and did the same thing again.
And he discovered that you could learn a lot in three months without ever asking a single question.
- xXx –
Uchiha Sasuke sat behind the massive desk at Uchiha Enterprises. His father's desk. He knew that the executives of the company resented reporting to a 16-year-old. He couldn't care less. It was a family owned business, so they had no say in how it operated. And no matter what his age, he had a better instinct for the nuances of keeping the family empire together than any of this father's subordinates. Which was exactly what he intended to do.
He would have been nervous stepping into Itachi's shoes. He had never met anyone smarter or stronger than Itachi, and the only time he had ever felt insecure or inferior in his life had been when he had compared himself to his brother. But he was more than confident that he could easily take his father's place in this empire, and exceed him. His father had steeped both Itachi and himself in the business since they were young children, so Sasuke was already fluent in the operations and strategies of the company.
The Uchiha's were taught confidence and self-control from birth. No matter how strongly he wanted to lash out and take down the person who had killed his parents and maybe his brother, he knew that there was a sequence to it.
The first order of business was ensuring that the empire his father had built was kept intact. That power was what would enable him to eventually crush his enemies, and what would lure them to stay close in the meantime. He knew the vultures were circling with the death of his father. He needed to show people that he was at least as tough as his father, and there would be no manipulating him into anything.
Next, he would need to find out exactly who had ordered the execution of his family, what had happened to his brother, and whether he himself had been spared intentionally. He recalled Naruto's words at the funeral, and his fist clenched involuntarily. He made a conscious effort to flatten his hand back on the desk. He didn't want Naruto to be involved. He didn't want to be responsible if something happened to him. Naruto had nothing to do with this, and Sasuke wanted to keep it that way.
Even if Naruto was right in what he had said about how difficult it would be for Sasuke to look into this given the public scrutiny he was under, there had to be another way. Sasuke would find it, and make it clear to Naruto that his help was not needed. With that guy, he would have to be harsh, or Naruto would keep pushing. Sasuke knew Naruto in a way he almost couldn't explain even to himself. He knew how he thought, what drove him, who he was at his core. And he knew that Naruto felt loyalty to him, both out of genuine friendship and because of what had happened with Naruto's own family situation, and would throw himself headlong into helping his Sasuke. There would be no "arm's length" separation between Naruto and danger on this.
And that was absolutely the last thing Sasuke wanted. If Itachi was really dead, as they police kept insisting… the combination of the blast and the extreme heat of the fire would have completely incinerated any remains in certain areas of the house, including your brother's room…
If Itachi were truly dead along with his parents, then that left exactly one person left on this earth that Sasuke actually cared about. And he was not about to let that idiot get killed on his behalf. He had no way of getting in touch with Naruto, though. Presumably, he was using a different name in Tokyo, and staying underground. He had understood Naruto's thinly coded message telling him to meet on the roof of their school on Naruto's birthday in 3 months. But that still left Naruto doing god knows what in Tokyo until then. He had nightmare images of that usuratonkachi barging into some imaginary Yakuza meeting, asking everyone if they killed his friend's parents. The only thing that kept him sane, in a way, was Naruto's warning to him. He seemed to realize the danger of the situation. Hopefully, growing up on the streets had given the exuberant blond enough instincts that he would be ok.
The door to his office opened, and one of his senior vice presidents came in. She was young, pretty, and incredibly ambitious. His father had hired her right out of business school, and she had risen through the ranks with meteoric speed. There were a lot of rumors about which of her assets his father had valued highly enough to merit such a promotion. Sasuke didn't care. He had absolutely no illusions about the kind of man his father had been.
"Sasuke-kun," she said, an inviting smile on her lips. She had worn a short skirt, and her blouse was unbuttoned several buttons past respectable beneath the jacket of her suit. "I thought I'd sneak some lunch in for just the two of us. We could… have a picnic on the floor of your office, if you'd like."
Sasuke just looked at her coldly. Undaunted, the woman unpacked the bag of take-out she had brought and laid it out on the small table in his office. She leaned over the food, making sure that Sasuke had an unobstructed view clear down to her navel. "See anything you like?" she asked huskily.
"No," Sasuke said flatly. He paused, making it clear he was not joking. "Get out of my office. Don't come back unless you are invited. I have work to do."
Her eyes widened. This was clearly the first time that offering sex had not worked for her. "You know, Sasuke…. I know you are young. I don't know if you have much experience, but… it would be my absolute pleasure teach you everything you need to know." All she could think about was how incredibly sexy her new boss looked. Even if he was much younger, she couldn't wait to feel his hands on her body. This was going to be so much better than it had been with his father.
As if reading her thoughts, Sasuke said, "I am not interested in my father's leftovers. I have no interest in you at all, except in how you perform your job in this organization. If you are not able to perform professionally, then I will replace you. Get. Out. Now."
Her face flamed in indignation and humiliation. "You'll regret this!"
Sasuke just raised one eyebrow. "I doubt that. Do you have actual work to do, or was this your full-time job under my father?"
As she stormed out of the room, Sasuke pressed the button on his phone that connected him with his assistant.
"Karin, could you come in here for a moment? We need to discuss ground rules of who is allowed into my office."
Karin came in immediately, but she was not alone. A man who, except for his shock white hair and eye patch, looked to be about 30 came with her. Sasuke barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Despite being with the man for less than a week, he was already annoyed by the overly-familiar and overly perverted person that the police had put in charge of his personal security team. Kakashi listened with an amused expression as Sasuke told Karin that if someone was not on his appointment calendar, they did not get into his office. No exceptions.
She walked out looking a little upset, but Sasuke was satisfied that she understood the rules. Kakashi, on the other hand, was not so easily handled. "That was pretty cold, Sasuke. I mean," he gestured to the food still laid out on the table. "She went through a lot of trouble to please you. It would do you some good to let her unwind you a bit. You're pretty up tight, and she looks like she really knows what she's doing." Sasuke looked again in annoyance at the surveillance cameras in his office. He understood that they were necessary, but it still irritated him
"Did you somehow manage to catch the people who blew up my home and killed my parents and I just didn't hear about it? No? Then I think you have other things to fill your time with than voyeurism. Unless you have something actually useful to tell me, don't waste my time."
Alone in his office, Sasuke focused on what he needed to do. If he did not let himself get distracted, he would be able to take over running Uchiha Enterprises and prepare for the placement test in fall that would hopefully eliminate the need to go back to high school. He was already ahead in basically every subject, and it would just be a matter of jamming the rest in before the test. Getting a business degree might not be totally necessary given he already owned and planned to operate a large business empire, but he would do it to ensure there were no questions on his capabilities. With his family connections and academic track record, he could get in to a program without actually finishing high school as long as he had tested out. Who needs sleep anyway? He could live on the promise of vengeance.
He just needed to get Naruto to give this up, so he could quit worrying about him.
- xXx –
It was October 10th. Naruto stood on the roof of his former school, sitting on the bench that he had spent so much time on as a child. The sun was setting. He had been there since late morning. Sasuke had not come. He couldn't fucking believe it. He had come all the way from Tokyo (no small feat, given that he didn't even have enough money to pay for food some days), and that fucking bastard could not even be bothered to come across town. And on top of all of that, it was his birthday. Not that Naruto did much to celebrate his birthday, generally, given his total crap of a childhood. But one of the things he had actually been looking forward to, in a way, had been getting to see a friend on his birthday.
And he hadn't even bothered to show up. Naruto sat down on the bench and blew out a breath. Whether it was that Sasuke had just let go of their friendship as the time had passed, or just felt that Naruto was not likely to be helpful in finding out what happened to Sasuke's parents, Naruto still felt betrayed.
He stood up and paced back and forth a bit, trying to figure out what he should do. But he realized that it didn't matter why Sasuke didn't show up. Naruto still wanted to help the friend he remembered, even if that friend had moved on, or shut down, or whatever the hell Sasuke was doing with himself now. He thought back to Sasuke's face at the funeral, frozen and emotionless, and completely destroyed. He felt his resolve harden. He wasn't doing this for Sasuke, exactly. At least, he wasn't doing it just to rebuild some sort of relationship with him, or to have Sasuke acknowledge him in some way as being useful.
He was doing it because quite simply he was tired of seeing life hand out shit to people and not be able to do anything about it. He wanted to take down whoever it was that would blow up a kid's family on his fucking birthday. They had clearly timed it that way to ensure everyone, including Itachi, was in the house. And how cold was that? And what if they were still trying to take Sasuke out, and just waiting until things had settled down enough and security got relaxed? Naruto was tired of running away or avoiding trouble, tired of simply waiting for fate to just run him down like a freight train. Even if Sasuke had no time or no interest in being his friend anymore. It didn't matter. He was going to find out who did it. And he was going to take them out. Then he'd figure out what he wanted to do with the rest of his life.
He tore a page out of his sketch book. On the off-chance that Sasuke might come here at some point to check for a message, he was going to leave him one. That is what he had promised he would do. He'd have to be careful of the wording in case anyone else found it, but he couldn't exactly just walk up to Sasuke at his work or his home and hand it to him with a full surveillance team still likely protecting him. Not if he wanted to stay off the radar.
Asshole. Do you know how hard it was for me to get here? Whatever. I said I would have something for you today, so here it is. There are 3 bosses on the shortlist for who did this: Orochimaru, Danzo, and Nagato. As you probably already know, two you do business with, and one you don't. If you were here, I could fill you in more, but given I have to clue who will read this note, all I can say is the last two on this list are more likely than the first. I'm going to run with this by myself I guess, which is probably a good thing since your pampered ass would probably be pretty useless. Thanks for showing up for my birthday. Was great to see you.
Naruto folded the note and used a piece of the athletic tape he had in his bag to secure it to the under-side of the bench. If Sasuke came looking for something, the bench is where he would check. And if he never came, Naruto had still kept his word. And there was really no way to trace the note back to him, so the risk was minimal.
Naruto turned and headed back down the ladder, and made his way to the train station. He was not looking forward to another 3 hour ride in the baggage car, but there were few options.
For twenty minutes after Naruto had left, there was complete silence on the roof.
This silence was finally broken by the arrival of the figure who had stood in the woods for most of the afternoon, watching and waiting for Naruto to give up and leave. Sasuke reached under the bench and removed the note. He opened it, and scanned through the contents. His eyes widened in surprise at the first part of the content. He honestly had not expected Naruto to have gotten so far in such a short a time. Much farther than he himself had managed to get on this front, though he consoled himself that he was also trying to run a major business organization and finish school at the same time. But he knew that the truth was that Naruto had been right… it was going to be easier for him to dig into this than it would be for Sasuke, for the simple reason that Naruto was not being watched 24x7. It had been incredibly difficult for him to slip out unnoticed this afternoon (and he was not looking forward to what Kakashi was going to say when he got back). And Naruto also had a way to make people listen to him, and open up, which was probably another factor in his surprising success. He got to the bottom of the note, and felt his stomach clench as he realized that – rather than Naruto deciding to give up on this and move on to something else – Naruto was now just going to continue on alone.
"Fuck," Sasuke said succinctly. He quickly climbed down the ladder, and got into Itachi's car and drove to the train station. But he did not see Naruto anywhere amongst the waiting passengers.
He checked the schedule and saw that the last train to Tokyo for the night left in 5 minutes. He raced down to the track and looked in the cars, trying to see if he could find Naruto. He had to either talk him out of pursuing this, or at least go back to the way they had been, with periodic check-ins so he could be sure that his friend was ok. But he didn't find him, and the train pulled out while Sasuke stood and watched helplessly, knowing somehow that Naruto was on that train, but he had missed him.
- xXx –
Naruto arrived in Tokyo after midnight, and sat down on the steps outside the train station, trying to think about what to do next. It was getting cold at night, and his model of sleeping in doorways and on rooftops was getting old. Plus he was basically out of money for food. His stomach growled, reminding him of that quite forcibly. He didn't want to steal. Even though none of the people he was currently hanging out with would think anything of it (in fact, most of them wondered why he didn't get more involved with that sort of thing anyway… there had been oblique invitations already). But he just didn't want to go that route. At some point, he wanted to be able to decide whether he wanted to re-emerge into mainstream society… finish school, get an 'on-the-books' job, get married or whatever…
But if he went all the way and became one of the Yakuza, then they would own him and there was no going back. And he knew instinctively that he didn't want that life. He was still trying to figure out options when a sleek black car pulled to a stop in front of him. He didn't pay it much mind, except to note that it was a BMW 5 series, and a convertible.
The window rolled down, and a woman leaned out.
"Hey, there. You look a bit lost," the woman's voice was soft, but somehow also confidant.
Naruto looked up into large silvery eyes (which reminded Naruto of Neji somehow), in a pale face framed by long black hair. The illusion of innocence that her large eyes might have conveyed was ripped away by the tight leather dress that she was wearing.
"I run an… online business of sorts," she said with a slow smile. "If you need a job and a place to stay, this could be a perfect opportunity for you." She ran her eyes over him appreciatively. "I think you would be a great addition to our 'little family'. How old are you?"
"Sixteen," Naruto looked at her, having no trouble reading between the lines of what she was saying, and what her 'online business' likely was. He thought through his options, which didn't take long since it was a very short list.
"So, what is this business of yours?" He asked, slinging his pack over his shoulder.
The woman smiled and pushed open the passenger door. "Why don't you hop in and I'll tell you all about it. Do you have anything else you need to pick up somewhere?"
"Nope. This is pretty much it," he said easily, standing up.
So much for not selling my ass, he thought, and walked over to the car.
To be continued….
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