Kevin and Ashtyn were having some sort of serious conversation, it looked like, in the bedroom. God only knows when they were finally going to get together, but when they did, any chance I had at nailing Kevin again would be gone. Suddenly Ashtyn threw her arms around him and kissed him. My chances went whistling out the window. Damn that little *!*@!i

I sighed and turned away. What had I got myself into? For once I was having second thoughts about something.

I slipped out the door, then headed down the street to the one person I knew who could make this crazy plan work. Sam.

I slowly pushed open the door of his flat, which awkwardly, wasn't locked. Walking uninvited into Sam's apartment wasn't very high on my list of reasons to be shot, so I entered very slowly.

"Sam?"

Something round met my temple. "Sierra."

"What, after all this time, and everything I've done for you, you still don't trust me?" I smirked, playing with him. I knew he'd never trust me as far as he could see me.

"What do you want, Sierra?"

"Well..." I glanced sideways at his muscular body. "I've come to ask a favour. Just a little payment after everything I've done for you."

"You know I don't like to share."

"I'm actually not here about that." He took the gun from my temple, and I turned to face him. "My friend is starting a... project. Something that might interest you."

He was silent. I continued, edging ever so slightly closer to him. I could tell he was already interested. "You see, I have this theory. I think you aren't in this business for the money." He snorted. "You actually want to help people, you'd like to see our streets clean again." Sam kept silent. "And obviously, the police aren't helping your cause. But my friend is going to take that into his own hands. Not a revenge deal, just a chance to live a little."

"Who's your friend?" I was oozing sex tonight, and I could tell it was distracting him.

"Kevin White." He was silent again. He knew the White family, knew that they had the standing and, more importantly, the funding to back up any endeavor they undertook. 

"We'll see."

"Take some time to think about it. Contact him when you're ready."

"I haven't made any promises yet. But that's not the only thing you're here for, is it?"

And so our tango started again. I pressed my body against him. "No, Sam, it isn't."

"How many times do I need to tell you that I don't like to share?"

I wrapped my leg around his and began to slide it upwards. "If you give me a good enough reason, you won't have to." I breathed on his neck and then nipped at his jawline.

Sam had had enough. He tried to push me away, but I fell back onto his desk and wrapped my legs around his trim waist so that we were in a ...compromising position. As my short leather skirt fell upwards around my waist, he saw that I had conveniently forgotten to wear panties. I let my arms relax and fall back above my head, then slid my foot under the back of his shirt and rubbed my calf across his back. Biting my lip a little, I said in my sexy voice - low and throaty: 

"I know you want me, Sam. Just give in. You know you can't resist me forever."

He took a deep breath, then grabbed me under the arms and threw me out the door. "Get out, Sierra!" Sam shouted, somewhat unnecessarily. He slammed the door in my face. God only knows what the hell his problem was, you'd think he was self-conscious about something! But I'd seen him without any pants, and that definitely wasn't the case.

Picking myself up, I dusted the dirt off of my white v-neck, then started the long walk homewards. About halfway there, I saw Matt Geller on the other side of the street. I caught his eye, and he crossed over. 

I smiled winningly at him. "So what do you think about tonight?"

"I think White's crazy, but I've always had a weak spot for stupid ideas."

"That's not was I was asking about." I winked at him. He knew me well enough by now to know what I was asking.

"I think that's a stupid idea." I laughed. 

As we passed the local candy shoppe, I glanced in the window, and what I saw made me stop. "Matt." I pointed.

"Oh, *!@%. Well, here we go." 

The old fat owner of the store was pleading with two masked men, who held a little blonde shop girl at gunpoint. One held a big bag, presumably for the cash. As the second turned the gun on the owner, and Matt and I sprang into action.

Matt crashed through the front window with a flying karate kick, landing on the torso of the gunman. I barreled in, slightly behind him, grabbed the startled second bandit and in one swift move had him on his knees and choked with his own bag. 

"Get out!" Matt growled. The gunman scampered out as far as his legs could carry him. The shopgirl started crying and ran to hug the fat owner.

I still held onto my robber. "Were we going to let them go?"

"Are you a coldblooded killer?"

I faltered. "Good point." Begrudgingly, I released the bandit.

The blonde girl was still crying, and the owner was comforting her and staring at us in shock. "It's okay, Astrid, we're going to be fine."

Matt looked back at me. "Yours or mine?"

"I don't think we've ever done it at yours before."

We stepped out through the window and continued down the street. Just before we were out of sight, I caught the shop girl - Astrid? - giving me a look of hatred. What the hell?

I shrugged it off, thinking of the evening Matt and I would have together. If the last one was any indicator, tonight should be amazing. Especially with the adrenaline already pumping in our bodies.

I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair?
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction...
Mama this surely is a dream
Oh Mama this surely, is a dream

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This story is an over the top, unrealistic, action movie in the form of a book.

Warning: This book contains some of the most insane, unrealistic, epic, awesome sequences ever experienced by humans.

Bios:

Name: Kevin White
Gender: Boy
Appearance: Muscular, but not scary looking. Blue eyes. Fit and trim. Tanned complexion.
Personality: Loves adrenaline. That's why he formed the Vigilantes. Does crazy, stupid things all the time but always ends up making it on top. Loves to brag. Sensitive when he needs to be, which is...NEVER!! XD
Skills: Whatever lands in his hand he can use for combat.
Mini-Bio: Kevin White lived his whole life in the shadow of his parents, until the day they died a mysterious death...when their bodies were found in filing cabinets labelled "We Killed These Guys For No Reason", Kevin decided it was his time to step up and become a vigilante. Not to avenge his parents, but to have some fun for the first time in his life. He's in love with the team's sexy secretary...
Author: babyrhinos

Name: Ashtyn Kale
Gender: Girl
Appearance: Slender frame, not too tale. Pale since she spends the majority of her time inside, while the others are off doing their thing. Wide, navy eyes and platinum white straight hair. Sometimes wears thick framed black glasses, but only for style :DD
Skills: Speed demon typist, knows everything about everything, and has a terrible knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Mini-Bio: After meeting Kevin, her life was never quite the same. She's a hopeless romantic who is trying desperately to prove that she can be just as important as the others.
Author: TheRosesBloom

Name: Sierra Rodriguez
Gender: Girl
Appearance: Muscular, but not in a terribly dykey way. Long dark hair. Sexy and buxom, with great legs, but dresses "butch" - leather jacket, jeans, tanktop or wifebeater - even in winter. Dark chocolate almond shaped eyes.
Personality: Likes to pick fights and flirt. LOVES to have sex - with anyone she finds attractive, of either sex. And some she doesn't. Vivacious, with that Latin fire running in her veins. Competitive.
Skills: Not afraid of pain. Likes to kick ass... and will use anything to do it.
Mini-Bio: The woman is ca-rayzay. She was into some gang racketeering and such things. Then she found out that the police chief was in on it all, and that was the most effed-up thing she'd ever heard, so she was like "Screw that! I'm on nobody's side!" After hooking up with Kevin, she found out about the Vigilantes and decided to join. She was kinda sad when she found out he was with Ashtyn - who doesn't know that Sierra hooked up with her boyfriend a few times - because she has a soft spot for him. She uses her old gang connections to help the Vigilantes, making deals which sometimes get her into trouble.
Author: MotherMary

Name: Matthew (Matt) Geller
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, wavy black hair, strong build, handsome, Several scars on his arms and legs, one on the left side of his face from his eye to his chin. He has no left eye having lost it in a fight.
Personality: Matt has a bit of a temper, yet is fiercely loyal. He has a way with women, always able to talk to them and seduce them. Matt keeps a cool head in any situation, he has the ability to step up and take control in a heated situation.
Skills: Knows Karate, has supreme skill with a blade: he owns several, Writing, Imaginative,
Mini-Bio: Matt has lived (wherever this is set) for 20 years. He is 29 now. Matt is a writer and has 2 thrillers published. He often gets into fights and is constantly attempting to improve his karate and blade skills. Matt also owns several guns.
Author: Colm

Name: Derrick Taylor
Gender: Male
Appearance: Intimidating, because he's extremely muscular - kind of a drawback because he's distinguishable, but nobody ever sees him very well if they're his target anyway. Deep brown eyes. Black hair. African-American.
Personality: Adrenaline junkie, same as Kevin. Would jump off a building with zero chance of survival for a chance to take out his target. He isn't a bad guy, but the lines between good and evil are less defined with him. He might shoot a cop for spotting him and not give it a second thought. However, he's not a murderer.
Skills: Great at assassination and stealth. Loves to do just plain all-out assaults with the biggest guns he can get his hands on, though.
Mini-bio: He grew up in a bad neighborhood, he's kind of gangsta-nerd; he studies hard, but isn't afraid of gang violence, drug dealing, etc. He fought with his father a lot, mother wasn't around. One night, he got into a huge fight with his father and used his own .45 to shoot him in self-defence. Has a lot of enemies, but nobody dares to go after him alone.
Author: Ty694

Name: Sam Harm
Gender: Male
Appearance: In his late thirties, crows feet around the eyes, greying hair, but still in great physical condition.
Personality: Humphrey Bogart complex (cynic), slightly arrogant in combat. Talks low and slow and doesn't waste his words. Loyal to those who gain his trust and protective of those he cares for.
Skills: A relatively firm grasp of hand to hand combat, competitive shooter preferring revolvers. good with a knife. Has an almost supernatural knack at finding people/things, probably related to his uncanny luck.
Mini-Bio: Sam's always been looking for something; be it something someone asked him to find, or something he himself needs to discover for his own personal satisfaction. That bloodhound instinct got him into all sorts of bad places from Iraq to Afghanistan, Lybia and much of Europe. For the past five years though, he's been using that gift back home. No more government work for a while, he's self employed as a Private Detective. Lately, cops aren't doing their jobs, so business is booming.
Author: Sly

updated Jun 7 '11 by babyrhinos