Plum fanfiction... What if Ranger really is a mercenary?

A covert operative, a clandestine agent or assassin for hire?

Where does he go, what does he do? For whom? and how much?

My name is lizzy.

On ff.net I write under the name sweetdreams-sunnymornings [sunny/ sunny d.],

Stories are posted in the page folder the tabs below.

[based on the characters of Janet Evanovich's Plum series. No infringement intended, written for fun, not profit.]



2.13.2014

Happy Valentine's Day (Ranger and Anthony oneshot, by Adalind).

Hi! As a writer, you just never know what will inspire a story. I mentioned to my friend Adalind (Cat) that I'd been prescribed a new inhaler for chronic bronchitis. It is called Tudorza Pressair. LOL. So here is a little Val Day gift from Adalind.
















The Tudorza Pressair

"Dude, have you seen my new Tudorza Pressair? It arrived off the boat this morning."

Ranger frowned, "It's not a Porsche, and it's yellow. What were you thinking?"

Anthony grinned, "It's faster than your Turbo."

"I doubt it."

"Seriously, I'll leave your ass for dust."

"Right."

"Race ya to the coast," Anthony suggested.

"I don't have time for this crap. I've got a meeting in five."

"Chicken. You just don't want to lose, Ric."

"I won't lose."

"Prove it, chicken."

Ranger raised an eyebrow, "Loser buys dinner."

Anthony laughed, "Loser buys dinner at that shit hot Italian place in New York, once a month for a year. Come on, chicken."

Ranger pulled his cell from his pocket and called Tank, "Handle that meeting, I'm off line for the rest of the morning."

"And I was beginning to think that you'd forgotten how to have fun, bro."

"No, I just have a reputation to uphold."

"Come on, let's go piss off the traffic cops on the highway!"

Ranger ruffled his brother's cornrows and smiled, "Think they'll catch us?"

"Only one way to find out, man."

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Thanks for the laugh, Cat!