No, I remember who I'm talking to. A wannabe that goes by the name "d_bo_assassin"... I think this has something I do with family issues at home. And where's my "sammich" d_bo? I'm waiting
Andi, if you ask him to leave your thread in ToU he has to leave. Other readers, after Andi asks him to leave as long as we don't mention his name he has to quit posting D_bo, IM A KITTY! MEW MEW GET ME SOME NEW CATLITTER *****!
D_bo: Okay, you said it, now GTFO. That means, LEAVE. Buh-bye. So let's not ruin my thread by mentioning his name. I also don't want him to come back. All of The Institutes training kicked in, both in Andrew and I. We automatically pushed Tanner back, and crept to the door. We heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and I positioned myself to throw a couple of good punches. "Roger, where's the dough?" a gruff voice said, and my muscles tensed. "This way. It's in the office." a second voice answered, and Andrew and I glanced at each other. They were coming. A black sneaker stepped in the door and I threw my foot forward, tripping him. "Wha-?" the man, 'Roger', came crashing to the floor, and his companion, came into view and leap back, but Andrew pummeled him. Roger stood up and turned to face me, ready to throw a punch. As his eyes zoomed over on me, a look of shock passed through him. Did he really want to hit a girl? Ha. "Forget something, momma's boy?" I smirked and threw my fist at his nose hitting the spot that hurt the most. He staggered back a few steps, his nose red and bloody. He now turned to me again, definately ready to hit a girl. I saw out of the corner of my eye, Andrew and the other guy battling it out; Andrew was winning, of course. Roger gave a pained screech and surged forward, about to hit me. "Ep ep ep." I side-stepped his blow and he came down to the floor again. You know what they say, the bigger they are the harder they fall. I gave a swift kick to Roger's you-know-where and he winced in pain, before drifting into unconsiousness. I turned to Andrew, he had the guy's hand twisted around his back, begging for mercy. "P-Please..." the man said, tears streaming down his face. Andrew gave a half-smile and dropped his grip, the man crashing into the floor. Andrew looked up and met my eyes, and we grinned at each other, giving high-fives. Suddenly, a voice said... "What the hell was that?" Oh, ****. It sucked. Sorry. I have finals this week and I have to study. Update soon.
Argh. Sorry for the wait. .-. Andrew and I looked at each other, and a quick arguement ran between us. We have to tell him! No. C'mon, Drew! What do you expect to say to him? I have a plan. Don't worry. Hearing that calmed me a bit, but not enough. I watched as he took a deep breath and turned to Tanner. "Your dad sent us here." Andrew sighed. Damn, his acting skills were gre-eat. Tanner's eyebrow arched up, "What? Did he not think I could fend for myself?" "Tanner, that's not it.." I said, which was true, since it was far from the truth. "I can take care of myself!! I don't need any help!!" Tanner stormed to the doorway, and spun around to face us, "If that was me alone, I could've-" Andrew punched him. Well, not Tanner directly, but at his direction. There was a third burglar that was about to hit Tanner when Andrew knocked him out. Andrew pulled his hand back, the man falling unto the floor, "You were saying?" he smirked. "Don't mention this to your dad, Tan." I said, softly. "Why?" he snapped, still kind of pissed that his dad thought little of him. "Our jobs may be at stake." it was true in a sense. "Fine." he revved up his car, still pissed, his ego getting the better of him, and drove away. I watched him speed away, and I felt Andrew appear beside me. "Your boyfriend's got quite a temper, eh?" his lips held the same slight smirk. "He's not my boyfriend," I made a gagging motion, "Besides, I didn't know you were so protective of me." I teased. "Huh?" I jabbed my thumb in the direction of the bank, and stood up straighter and put on a serious face, imitating Andrew, "If you ever hurt her. I'll-" I was cut off by his laugh, "Well I don't exactly want my partner to be MIA or anything." I stuck my tongue out to him, "Whatever. Are you going back to the Institute?" He shook his head, "Nah. Figured I'll go grab dinner first." "Can I come with you?" What?! Lia! You sound desperate! I mentally face-palmed myself, turning away. What was I thinking? I heard a smile on his lips as he answered me, "It's a date." Ugh. It's short. Sorry. :| Update soon, promise!