You heard that right folks, I was fucking shot by an assassin the same weekend Rose showed up. I will tell you know that I am both eternally grateful to Paz for saving me, and to Spike for taking down the asshole who did that.
Let me rewind for a minute. We had just finished dropping off the kid we had escorted from Houston the night before (Friday night). The of course is the weekend with the same incident with the scorpion. Rose and I then wandered around town enjoying ourselves and found that evidently I had made the news. We didn’t think anything about it at all, but we should have.
Saturday night rolls up and I go to the club to dance. It is funny, Rose, Piper, Hunter and even Kylo keep asking me why do I bother to still dance. I make more money with magic. I think part of me its a routine that doesn’t involve others and ties me back before I lost my memory, but that could also just be a lot of armchair psychology and maybe I am just a slut.
So my number starts and I notice this freak sitting up against the stage. He just stares at me during my whole set. I get that creepy vibe, but this isn’t new. It actually happens quite frequently and I don’t think he is a match for me, so I don’t think about it anymore.
I come out for my second set and I start dancing. I notice the guy stand up and I am just assuming he is going to do something inappropriate when I see him pull a pistol out. My first instinct is to stun him with lightning, but that does absolutely no good and that is when he shoots me. You heard it right, shoots me solid in the upper chest. Next thing I know I am on the ground bleeding, looking for Rose to pull her aside and we get behind one of the bars.
At this point Spike just steps forward howling in joy. A whip appears out of nowhere and wraps around his head. At some point she has him down and cuts his head off with a knife. Meanwhile everyone runs out, and the girls go get Paz who heals me. I think my wound was pretty serious, Paz joked about it and wouldn’t talk too much, but the paleness she had on her face when she saw me gave away more then her talking.
The cops are all over Spike but I tell the cops what happened and that there was no head (by the way, Spike had removed the guys head and given it to me to find information with magic later). The cops distrust Spike but have to leave her alone.
Eventually I call Hunter to tell him I am ok and he is so angry on the phone. Not with me, it is that useless anger that you can’t do anything. He tells me to stay in town and I do. We go hang with Piper, Rose and I. Meanwhile Kylo goes searching our condo to double check no one else is there.
After a romp with Piper and Rose I feel more like myself and I cast some of my magic on the head and find that my old team commanders had seen me on the news and sent him after me. I then get back to Hunter and do more magic on the head (much to Hunter’s annoyance that I do things like that) and find more details.
First, I did take the account numbers out of the assassin’s head of the $200,000 he was given as a down payment to kill me. The accountant is going to run those through some offshore accounts and give me 180k (keeping 10%, which is a good deal for me).
I also found that my old commanders are super angry with me. Evidently I had a plan in action that when they messed with my head and sent me away, it fucked them over financially. I don’t even remember what I did, but it makes me happy with my old self that she thought of that.
Meanwhile Hunter is very very angry that someone attacked me, and the rest of the town is very concerned. So much for keeping things quiet… however it is nice to have people evidently care enough about me. I guess I have been here for quite a while. I also feel warm and fuzzy that Hunter got so angry. I don’t know how serious we are, he hasn’t really talked about it, he just lets me keep clothing here at his house, but I wonder if it is serious with how he reacted.
During all of this time Rose and I are talking. She wants to strike out on her own and away from a corporation working on weapons. She wants to develop prosthetics that she wants, not that the military wants. I took her around here and she was dumbfounded by how cheap it is. She may sell her stuff in New York, come down here buy a place and live down here with us. That would mean so much to me, but I am trying not to put any pressure.
We figure she could work down here on her own projects for two years. Once the two years are up, her NDA is over and she can be a consultant and sell her stuff. She will always be rich even on what she has made so far, but this might allow her to put stuff out there to help people. Maybe she can even work a way to work with the Red Order healers. That is probably not, but you never know what happens in the future.
So that is my weekend, scorpions, being shot, sex, taking a lot of money from those trying to shoot me, and maybe having Rose come live with us in Mason. I call it a good weekend.