A Day in the Life Part 2

A Day In The Life Part 2

A bright flash. The sound of thunder. By the heavens she missed Miami. Sure hurricane season was a problem, and it did rain every day, but that was nothing like the thunderstorms of the Midwest. Usually Colleen found the sound of the thunder and the flash of the lighting to be rather relaxing. But that was not the case tonight. Tonight she was hunting.

After having burned down the penthouse she was staying at in Miami: Colleen had headed north up interstate 75 not sure of where she was heading. She had been on the road for about two hours when she received the call. The number was blocked, like it always was but she knew the voice on the other end of the line.
“Are you ready for your next assignment?’ the deep rough voice asked.
“Always.” Her usual reply.
“Then continue up I-75 until you reach Ohio. We’ve tracked the next target, Devon to a small farm town. The towns name is Caledonia.”
“Roger that.” She said, and then she hung up.

She continued down the highway until she found a rest stop. She had pulled her vehicle in and programmed the towns name into her phone. After arriving she found that her hunt would be much easier than she though. The town was home to roughly 500 people, most of whom lived in a 6 by 6 block village, with the remainder spread out over a 20 mile area of farms. Ironically she had found her target the first night. Sitting the only bar in town throwing back shot after shot.

When she had arrived everyone in the bar had looked at her, except for her target. Clearly strangers where noticed in this town, adding a bit of a challenge to her kill as she would be the main suspect if he where to just turn up dead. She often found it amusing how most people thought a town like this would make the kill easier. She sat at the bar, as far away from her target as possible, and had herself a few white Russians while some small town band played on the stage. The lead singer was a handsome looking lab with chocolate colored fur. The rest of the band was comprised of similar “farm” dogs as folks tended to call them.

Three drinks in her target left the bar. She was fine with that and let him escape for the time being. It wouldn’t be hard to find him and anyway leaving now and stalking him would make her seem more suspicious. About ten minutes after he left the band finished their final song. Some of them began to pack. Meanwhile the lead singer and the bands drummer, a rather large Great Pyrenees even by the breeds standers, made their way to the bar. As they drew closer the differences between the two was rather amusing to her. The lab had a sleak and dark chocolate coat while the drummers fur was courser and almost as white as her own. The say near her, and she smiled. She had played this game before. One, or sometimes both, would sit a couple seats away and order their drinks. After a round or two they would saunter over to her in a way that only small town dwellers could and ask to buy her a round, or if their drink where particularly effective, proposition her to go home with her for the night. That is almost precisely what happened. After two beers the lab made his way over to her and offered to buy her another drink. She gave him a curt nod of approval and he waved the bartender over.

The bartender was a bull a bit on the small side for his species but still large compared to most of the patrons in the bar.
“Another one there Tom?’ the bull asked as he made his way over.
“Yup, and another one for this fine young lass.” the lab replied casually. The bartender nodded and began mixing her drink. Once he her’s made up her popped the top off of the bottle of beer using one of his horns and brought them their drinks. While he worked the lab looked over at her.
“Now whats pretty lil thing like you doing in an ol’ run like this one? An in such a pretty red dress?”
“Just sort of passing through.” Colleen replied looking him over. This close she could see that the lab was well toned, though not overly muscled, she licked her lips a little when her gaze drifted further south. His back side filled his pants nicely and the bulge in the front was more the suggestive.
“Well, do ya have a place to stay?” he asked. His tone suggested that he was hoping for more “exciting” activities, but also hinted at small town hospitality.
“Not yet.” she said with a coy smile and moved herself closer to the lab.
It was at this moment that the bull dropped their drinks off for them. As he did he leaned over the bar and gave the lab a soft jab to the shoulder.
“You better watch this one, little lady” he said, his voice hinting at southern accent. “Got a regular silver tongue on ’em. Hell I bet he could sell shoes to a snake.” he joked.
“Aww come on Hank, now that’s just down right unfair.” the lab responded.
Hank smiled and walked away, letting the lab return his attention to the white fox in front of him.
“Any way miss, if you’d like a place to stay I’ve got an extra room. Be more than happy to put ya up for a spell.” Tom said somewhat sheepishly after Hank’s interruption.
“Well that is rather kind of you.” Colleen said with a smile.
“But…