JP - Making Movies

“Sure,” Jaxon said, eating one of the snacks he stole from the gas station as he went to the front desk and got their rooms set up. “Hey, Razy, ya want a room or are ya sleeping in the truck?”

Razor lifted a hand and flipped him off.

“In the truck it is then.” He laughed. “One thing to know about Razor is he comes off as a grumpy puss, but he’s always helpful.”

“Yeah. We should try sending him someone though. He’ll be less of a grump if he gets laid.” Clonestone said, messaging some women on his phone.

Jaxon shrugged. “He’ll reject ‘em. Just leave him be. Dude is our driver and needs sleep.” He grinned.

“Well, I got three of them coming in ten minutes.” Clonestone said. “We’ll send the ugliest one to the truck.”

“She’s gonna lose money,” Jaxon laughed and went to their room.

Razor closed and locked the doors to the truck, sinking down so he could sleep. “Morons…”

When they arrived, Clonestone sent the least attractive one to the truck- she was the lucky one. The other two objected to being recorded, Clonestone never accepted ‘No’ for an answer.

Jaxon would get a good laugh out of the whole thing, making sure that the no they gave turned into a yes very quickly. Being a pyro was always fun in his opinion.

Razor sent the woman away, threatening to eat her if she didn’t.

Clonestone eventually wound up gagging the women, the screaming was annoying and he was afraid of attracting cops or someone wanting to ruin their fun. “We should take women to one of my lairs sometime.”

“Gonna have to wait until after this mission is over. Ya know how Thrane gets…” Jaxon said as he smoked a cigarette in boredom. “You called me James before…how do ya know my idiot twin brother?”

“Yeah… I can’t wait to get Tzeitel.” Clonestone nodded. “He was supposed to help me capture Tzeitel and Klaire. I had the perfect idea for the perfect trap, and he betrayed me. I just made him pay.”

“James has always had a weakness for helping kids…” Jaxon rolled his eyes put out his cigarette on one of the women’s shoulders. “Even as a kid he was a pussy.”

“Yeah, Tzeitel has a little sister who would make perfect bait.” Clonestone sighed, running his rough hand down the woman’s side. “SHe would still make perfect bait but it would be as easy to catch Tzeitel as to catch her.”

“Then we’ll catch her,” Jaxon said with a shrug and made the woman on his bed lay down on the floor. “We should get some sleep if we wanna succeed at that.”

“Yeah, I always sleep better after a good-” Clonestone described exactly what he had done to the trembling, weeping woman in his bed. He curled around her, stroking her hair.

Jaxon would sleep easily and be up the next day before Clonestone, soon banging on the window of the truck. “Wake up!” He snapped.

Razor grumbled and looked at the window, annoyed already. “I am already tired of this shit…”

Clonestone went out to the truck much more slowly. He yawned and scratched himself rudely. “I uploaded last night’s video, money is already pouring in.”

“Sweet!” Jaxon said and looked at Razor again. “Let us in the truck! It’s gonna rain today.”

Razor sighed and unlocked the doors. “Annoying.”

Clonestone got in the truck. “We’re going to be rich! We’re gonna be stars!” He told Jaxon.

Jaxon just chuckled and played with the radio a bit as Razor began to drive. He eventually got the local weather report, warning them about nasty storms on the way. "Think we can beat 'em to our destination, Razy?"

"Maybe," Razor replied. "Depends on traffic, honestly. You know how moronic people are, especially in bad weather."

"I'll just burn 'em outta the way." The pyro replied.

"Storms are great for hiding trails." Clonestone said.

Razor just sighed and shrugged. He was in no mood to argue and just focused on driving.

Jaxon sat back and kept messing with the radio until he found some music for them. Compared to James, this man was far more chill and happy to hurt people. Everything about him came off as sadistic.

"I know we're going for Tzeitel and that dog girl ya mentioned. Anyone else? Thrane told me Drizzt defected or something." He said, trying to keep them from being too bored.

It had already begun to rain.

"Drizzt is such a cock blocker. I tried fixing him up with a woman, a guy, even a damned watermelon and banana. No gratitude at all." Clonestone grumbled.

"I don't think he knows what sex is." Jaxon chuckled. "Guy hasn't slept with anyone since he arrived. I think he's just dumb."

Razor rolled his eyes and took a turn to avoid traffic.

“We should cut his dick off since he’s never going to use it.” Clonestone said.

“Maybe, but I think leavin’ him to Thrane will be more fun.” Jaxon chuckled darkly this time. “No one wants to be handed to him personally. Have ya seen the scars he leaves on people? Cuts into ‘em while they’re awake and feelin’ it.”

"We can cut his dick off and then turn him in to Thrane then finish." Clonestone compromised.

Jaxon shrugged. He was fine with that.

They would soon have to stop again, the rain and storm becoming too much to even drive in. So they could stretch their legs by getting out of the truck, he parked in a safe spot beneath a large bridge. “Hasn’t stormed this bad in years.” Razor commented.

“I hate rain,” Jaxon said bluntly. “Hard to keep a fire going when it’s all wet outside.”

“I used to have a lair not far from here.” Clonestone said. “Its roof leaked, used to drive them crazy.”

“Maybe we can find it once the rain calms down a bit.” Razor suggested. “We can’t even what’s out there, honestly.