Page 69 of Fox and Nitro
“You’re meant to be with Mama Debs!” Blanche growls from her place ahead of us.
It’s silent aside from the screech of their speaker. Nothing follows after that so I guess the kids have probably taken off.
“So, what are you gonna do to fix this?” Mad Dog asks.
“Probably not buy flowers from her mom,” Pops snorts.
I glare at him but there is no heat in it. I have no idea what Nitro and I are going to do to fix this. That’ll have to wait for another time I think as Marx seems to be losing his shit at the Rev Room door. I have no clue how he got here so fast.
“Chewy! Let us the fuck in!” Marx growls.
The sigh that comes from within is loud enough to be heard through the door, but Chewy obliges and swings it open before stepping back. We file in and then create a bottleneck when we all come to a stop.
“Chewy?”
“Marx?”
“Chewy!”
“Johnny!”
Chewy calling Pres by his government name has his head snapping in her direction. “You don’t get to call me that, only Lovely can use my government name.”
“Why? It’s your name. You should answer to both,” Chewy replies, not looking at Marx. Instead her gaze is on those two geeks we picked up at the jeweler. The ones that were spying on the PD.
“Huh, I forgot about those two,” Savage says, looking at the men.
Marx lets out a growl, “Only Ol Ladies get to use government names.”
“Well, fancy that, I’m an Ol Lady.”
“You know what I mean!” Marx barks in a voice that would have a grown man pissing himself. Not Chewy who looks like she’s enjoying this shit. “How would you feel if Lovely started calling Rhodie ‘Rhodes’?”
“I wouldn’t feel anything, it’s his name.” Chewy shrugs.
“Babe.” It’s now Rhodie’s turn to growl.
Marx pinches the bridge of his nose and tries to ignore the snickering of Chewy’s older brothers.
“Fuck it, that’s not important. Whatisgoddamn fucking important is why the hell you have these guys here? You were meant to get rid of them after doing whatever it is you do to get information out of people. Maim, play, disfigure, whatever you want to call it.”
Chewy looks from Marx to where the two geeks, one with glasses, one without, sit in ergonomic office chairs behind some fancy looking equipment.
“Yeah, well, I was going to do that. But then we got to talking and they’re kinda handy so I figured I’d keep them.”
Marx stares at her for a moment, before his eyes dart to the men on the other side of the room. “They’re not pets, Chewy.”
“I dunno. I’ve been feeding them and giving them shelter. I feel like that’s the definition of pet ownership.”
“Babe! Thats a fucking breach of security! You never ran this past meorMarx. What if they got out of here and killed us all in our sleep? What about Laney and Chomper?”
Chewy waves a hand in the air as if that’s a ridiculous idea. “That’s a little dramatic.”
“Babe! We caught them red-handed. They were listening in with high grade military equipment most likely hired by the guy pulling all the fucking strings. Leaving them breathing is a danger to us all,” Rhodie growls. This is the first time I’ve seen him truly pissed at Chewy’s antics.
“If I could say something?” The geek with glasses who knocked me on my ass asks. I’m still feeling pretty dark about that.
“What?” Marx yells, not startling the geek at all.
