"Chapter3" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carpenter Matthew)

his way down the street.

"What do you want!? I thought you never came out in daylight?"
retaliated Nemesis.

"Hey, calm down. I was just coming up to see you in the gym and
work out for a little while."

"Then why are you in clothes that normally aren't seen outside of
a club?"

"OK, so I wasn't going to work out. I was going to watch you"
Nebulus said with a grin. "Come on, let's get outta here. My car's right
over here." They walked together towards the car, but Nemesis stopped a
few steps away. The whole thing was still eating him away, and Sheila
was still in his head.

"I don't think so; I'm really not in the mood right now, Nebulus."

"Look, I know you're upset about what happened to Zlik, we all
are, but there's work to do."

"I don't care about work right now, damn it! All I care about is
taking Mogul down once and for all and NOW!" yelled Nemesis, becoming
more furious by the moment.

"Look asshole, I don't give a shit about how you feel or what you
want to do! There's work to do and I need you in one piece. Now get you
fuckin' ass in my goddamn car before I slice that rinkly stomach of
yours open!" Nebulus retaliated pulling out a double sided rigid blade.

The two just looked at each other for a second or two. Finally,
Nemesis moved towards the car, shouldering into Nebulus just to get a
little frustration out on his way to grabbing the door. Nebulus moved out
of the way slightly, but ran the blade against Nemesis' stomach anyways.
Nemesis just opened the door, loudly threw his bag in the back and
slammed the door shut, letting his built-up anger go up in smoke.
'Goddamn son of a bitch' he thought to himself as Nebulus got in the car
and started driving away from the curb.

"Didn't hurt a bit I bet, did it?" asked a frustrated Nebulus.

"No."

"How many layers of that shit have you put in you now...what are
you up to four, five, twenty one or so..?" kidded Nebulus.

Nemesis smirked. His anger obviously starting to fade with the
thought of his friend's humor. "Only four. Anymore would make it look
unnatural. And it's not shit, it's reinforced synthetic skin."