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Posted by Purple Man
on 4/27/2009, 11:59 pm
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With a pounding headache and a bloody nose Zebediah enters the elevator and presses the button for the ground floor. He leans back against the far wall and tilts his head back to stop the flow of blood from his nostrils.
“That b###h almost broke my perfect nose. She is definitely someone worth controlling. “Donna Troy”…we shall meet again and I will be better prepared. And once I have you, I will never let go!”
The doors open wide to a crowded lobby of the Empire State building. Without a thought, the crowd clears a path for the Purple Man. A path that leads to the street and a limousine that awaits him. Inside are his two supermodels, Adrianna and Alessandra dressed in revealing evening wear. Killgrave takes a sniff and notices they are wearing a perfume with a familiar scent.
“So, how do you ladies like the perfume I invented?”
“It is wonderful Zeb, it reminds me of you!”
“I can’t keep you out of my mind darling!”
Purple Man smiles with delight knowing the perfume is created from his own pheromones excretion. He relaxes into his seat as they pamper him with wine and a foot massage.
“Hmmmm….I think we need to take a trip. Yes a trip my ladies, where will it be?”
The gorgeous slaves perk up to attention. They respond in unison.
“Anywhere, as long as we’re with you!!!”
While in Miami, Florida at the Miami Dade police headquarters a detective by the name of Denny Gutierrez is desperately searching for clues to his latest case. He juggles a phone in one hand while typing on his laptop. His cup of black coffee has run cold and so has his leads.
“Yes, this is detective Gutierrez speaking….yes we are doing everything we can miss….I’m sorry, Mz. Bordue…I understand your situation, but from the photos and footage we have of your clients and the interviews we conducted with the other models….I’m, I’m afraid this is not a missing persons case, no…no we can’t call it that either….Mz. Bordue, it looks like they are just taking a break from their routine.
Now, now, senora, Mz. Bordue you don’t have to use such language….I will investigate it personally, yes….yes…”
The young detective wipes the sweat from his brow as he takes a sip of the cold coffee and spits it out.
“Oye!!! Can’t a guy get a cup of hot coffee around here!?!?! Conyo!”
All his fellow officers laugh at him and throw wads of paper at the newbie. After the heckling dies down a tiny cup of steaming thick black coffee appears on his desk. Denny looks up at the kind-hearted person.
“You need something stronger than the American crap, some Cuban coffee for a Cuban detective.”
The tall sleek figure of Mitsu Choi, his field partner towers over his messy desk. The calm collective Asian woman with years of experience is only a few years older than Denny but she carries herself with poise. Denny can’t help but feel uncomfortable around her, it must be the machismo that he was born with.
“Thanks, Mitsu…you’re a lifesaver. I got the models’ people breathing down my neck and I don’t have any answers for them.”
Slowly she slithers next to him and props herself up onto his desk sliding his pile of paper. She draws close to his ear and whispers.
“Let’s get out of this stuffy office and get a drink. I happen to have a few tricks up my sleeve.”
He nervously stares at her as she winks her feline eye.
To be continued…..
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