ATannie-this is the end chapter 3/9

>”Good morning sheriff”
“Good morning, sir, how are you?”
>”i’m very good, thank you, but i find myself a little curious as to why the sheriff is visiting”
“I’m just here for a little chat. Do you mind if i come in? It’s a little cold outside”
>”...sure. Come in. Would you like some coffee? It should be warm from the breakfast still”
“No thank you. I just want to talk for a few minutes. Can we sit down”

>Both you and his talking pattern is very stale
>Polite, professional, but very cold
>Much too cold
>the 1911 on his left hip drawn your eyes a few times
>Is that how you end?
>one of the first four rounds of .45 in that magazine?
>Where did Annie go?
>The other woman?

“My name is William Johnson. Bill to you”
>”Good morning Bill, my name is Anon. Can I help you with anything?”
>”I'm not sure. There was an incident at a gas station some way from here a few days ago, maybe you can help?”

>You narrow your eyes at the man
>does he know to much?

”It seems I have hit a sore spot”

>He can draw his gun faster than you are
>Where the hell is Annie?

“Anon, I was to make it very clear to you-”

>Your heart is racing
>Your blood pressure is spiking
>You are likely sweating as well
“-that I mean no harm to you, or the tall russian woman that likely is having a gun pointed at me as we speak. I've had two of mine taken from me aswell”
>”What?”
“The white Econoline with rust by the filler cap, video footage from the gas station…”
>”I have no idea where you are going with this”
“That… exactly that should you say to anyone that asks. Anon, almost 2300 firearms that was meant for destruction disappeared overnight. Among those, most likely one select fire AKM. That belonged to me, before my wife learned she could get 2450 dollars if she handed it over to a police station. And when I said “it” I mean “she””.
>”Oh… So, you're not here to…”
“No. And even if I had those intentions, I doubt I could. Because my pistol is actually trembling. Vibrating. You wouldn't know why?”
>”Maybe I do, maybe I don't”
“Again, good answer. What are you planning to do with them?”
>”Return to previous owners. If they want”
“If that is the case… My department will do everything we officially can do to help you. First of all, car. You can't drive the van, and just the GTO would be conspicuous”

>The man hands you a business card
>for a used cars salesman
>It had a classic Chevelle on it
>A name, a phone number, email address, and a place

>”Yeah, my budget is a little tight at the moment”
”Don't think I'm the only one they have pissed off. Do you really plan on returning them?”
>Yeah. That's the plan”
>”Good. Call that number and speak to Ritchie. Tell him you have a black GTO. He will help you”

>The man raises his voice

“And whoever is doing that to my poor little handgun, please stop”
>Annie comes around a corner with a firm grip on an early model M60 in a low ready position

I should trust you why?

>Her voice made it very obvious she was not in a playing mood

“Would I be able to fire my gun even if I wanted?”
Unlikely. But I am not much for taking chances
“If she comes out and shows herself, would it put you at ease?”
Unlikely to show herself anytime soon
>”Annie, I think we can trust him”
Are you sure?
>”He sounds pissed off enough to help criminals”
I’m afraid i will not trust him like that. Not in our current situation. Sheriff, would you mind if i borrow your gun for a few minutes? I will not harm. Only speak. Just like you. Okay?
“If that will help me get back my friend, of course”

>The man removes the gun very slowly from his holster with his left hand
>Annie takes it, with remarkable gentleness and walks away, up the stairs

“She isn’t the petite one…”
>”Wouldn’t like it any other way”
“What is she going to do with my gun?”
>”She is not a fan of hurting people. Nothing more than a talk, to just be sure of what you said. I’m afraid the situation calls for it”
“She is wise to take precautions. Mind if i ask, is she-”
>”Yep”
“Pardon my curiosity, but size wise?”
>”Approaching E cup?”

>The man looks bewildered
>Until he sees you being unable to keep a straight face
>He joins you in a spot of laughter before getting more serious again

>”She’s a big girl. I’ll stay with that until i am a little more sure of this arrangement”
“Suppose that is well. Anyway, if we can get along, Ritchie should have two cars for you, whenever you are ready. He is two girls short, by the way. Might have ended up in one of the ones you have. Or one of the others”
>”Others?”
“Not like you were the only ones doing a hit like that”
>”And you offer a hand and cars to all people who steal guns?”
“Nope. Just the ones that return them”
>You sit and chat idly for some time
>It’s still very stale, but is lightened up a little towards the end
>As long as you can steer the discussion to cars you have an okay chance of being social
>20 min later Annie returns
>Smiling

Thank you very much, William. We will do what we can to get your friend back.

>She hold the pistol in both hands
>Holding them out in front of her, and returning it to the sheriff
>The takes the gun, with a somewhat confused look and puts it back in its holster

And she may be a little thirsty. Give her some water when she comes home, will you?
“Why is the gun warm?”
She got a little emotional. Such a pretty story you had. I promise we will return your dear friend if we have her here

>The man looks worried
>And then back to professional
>He thanks for for the time here, walks back to his cruiser and stuffs the shotgun back inside
>then, He waves and drives off

>”Annie, what did you do to the pistol”
Nothing
>”He looked concerned and scared”
It was nothing
>”It was warm. Was that its own warmth or yours?
Mine
>”So when she changes-”
She will remember me fondly
>”For fucks sake Annie…”
Shh… it’s okay. It’s not like i hurt her or anything
>”But you scarred her for life?”
I’d say the opposite
>”I think what you have done now is either sexual harassment or rape”
I was very gentle. Besides, it’s not like she didn’t like it
>You sigh heavily, knowing Annie has forever ruined yet another gun
>The plan was to clean up after breakfast, but there was an almost chubby M60
>She did look a little nervous and claimed the Headmistress told her to clean up the table
>For the first time in your life you decide you’ve had quite enough with guns for one day
>You had the fortune of having your computer with you, that… godfuckingdamnit no internet
>Maybe the car could use a little clean up?
>Down two stairs, leave the building and into the garage
>And there it is
>The GTO
>And yeah, maybe the interior could use a little vacuuming and general cleaning up
>That was the project for the day
>Clean the car

>You have a high pressure washer
>The shampoo
>The wax
>All the tools, and sponges and wipes and the vacuum
>You were going to have all day with the car, and then it would be all shiny and-

AAAAAANON!!

>”augh...yes Annie, what is it?”
I spoke to Ritchie!
>”What? Now?
Yes!
>“Weren’t we supposed to speak with all of them first?”
Yes! But, i got excited, so i called
>”...”
But he has two cars for us!
>”What?”
Yes. We just drive down to his place, and drive home with two new cars!
>”Okay, great. But there is only two of us, and that would mean we have to go-”

>The M60 peeks out behind Annie

“I can drive a car, Mister”
>”That’s great, for another day because that would take us too much time to drive th-”
Nope! Don’t worry! I’ve arranged for him to stay until we get there!
>”Today!?”
Yes. And our little Doll has packed us food for the journey”
>”Seriously?”
Yes! Doll, what have you made for us?
“I have made Sandwiches, several kinds of them. Pepperoni, cheese, ham, some beef and vegetables. All warm and in thermally isolated containers

>She pats twice at her backpack.
“And for drinks, i have water, some soda, coffee…”
>”I’m not a fan of having bread crumbs in my car”
“We can stop if you’d like, Mister. I have brought a blanket”
>”Okay… So, what’s your name anyway?”
“My name is Doll now”
>”Alright, Doll. Did Annie by any chance convince you of this?”
“Headmistress does not have to convince me of anything. I listen to her”

>Why is she listening to Annie
>Why is fucking everyone just listening to her. Obeying even?
>Caliber? Because she was 14.5? Physically strong? Obnoxiously charming? Big?
>All of them?
>Annie looks excited
>Her posture, the glimmer in her eyes
>The eagerness of seeing something new
>An adventure
>With you
>And her “friend”, Doll the M60
>At least Doll wouldn’t stir up much trouble
>She had her one argument with Annie
>And she did like a few other, come to realize it wasn’t a good idea at all
>A four hour drive, twice and get two new cars?

>”Annie, you and your friend are making dinner tonight, yes?”

>The two of them agree
>You look back at the big Pontiac
>And then back at them
>Annie must have told her to look happy
>And hopeful
>And all those things you hate to step on
>You could sleep for an hour in the back seat
>Then again… that would mean someone else driving your car
>It wouldn’t be that bad, just a roadtrip, in a muscle car with two girls
>What could possibly go wrong?
>Oh, right, women
>This whole “Keep the driver company” and “read the map” thing was out the window
>Because the quickly realize they can sleep
>This irritated you to no end
>how could they just sleep
>If only there was a way to wake someone up in a car
>And then you start grinning like a madman
>A big, mischievous smile
>They were going to hate you for this
>But they started this
>You wanted to stay at home
>But no, roadtrip time!
>You pull over the car as carefully as possible, and start flickering with your phone
>Get off the interstate and… there
>The road it was a little longer, but shorter, dwindling through a wooded area for a few miles
>A curvy, forest road
>You drive along, still smiling like a retard who’s been eating glue
>And off the interstate
>It took a little while to find what you were looking for, but at last, you find the smaller road
>All was prepared
>All engine reading was okay
>You had ¾ of a tank
>The Phone was plugged into the retrofitted aux jack
>The music player was up
>The engine was idling
>You just had to pick song now

“Mister, where are we?”

>Doll was awake
>Annie would wake up very soon
>There was no time to be picky
>The list was in alphabetical order, and you were somewhere on “S”
>You hit the phone in the middle of the screen, picking a song at random

>”Almost there, Doll”

>A slow, electronic voice starts counting down
>The show is about to begin
>You put first gear in, and listening to the revs climb up
>At 3500 rpm you dump the clutch
>When the tires are confronted with 360 horsepower, they give in and uselessly spin around, creating lots of smoke and a delicious V8 soundtrack
>The song Had picked up in speed immediately and was now challenged the engine in a competition between rpm and bpm


Anon, please no!
>Annie has woken up and immediately understood what was going on
>But her pleading was way too late
>The car had started accelerating
>Some quick movement of hand and foot and second gear is in as the man in the stereo had started screaming
>The beat picks up intensity and volume
>The engine responds with screaming all the way through second gear
>And up to third
>Annie’s shrieking only furthers fuels you grin
>Way later than you should, you step hard on the brakes, making the entire car kneel
>A dab on the throttle by your heel and the engine jumps up another 500 rpm, allowing you to slip second in
>First corner, steer in be a little
>Light teasing on the gas sends the rear tires out
>you try hold it at a 30 degree angle with some success
>White smoke is pouring off the rear tires as the big car not very neatly drifts around the right hander
>It almost sounds like the engine bouncing of the rev limiter tries to sing along with the music’s beat
>The GTO slides and screams for another few minutes down the narrow forest road
>Annie’s pleading to stop can’t be heard over the electronic music and the roaring V8
>After 4 minutes and 55 seconds, “Spacelove” comes to an end and you drive the car seriously, for a change

>Annie is visibly upset with you
>Eyes are narrow
>Lips not smiling
>But her breath was a little short
>Annie didn’t like spirited driving at all
>She enjoyed the big car more as a cruiser
>Not that she was wrong, it was an excellent cruiser, but it was kinda… just seeing half it’s potential
>Doll, however…

>Her eyes were wide open
>A single tear rolled down her cheek
>Her both hands were on her crotch
>And it seemed like they had some pressure on them…
>”You liked it?”
“T-that…”
>”I think she did”

>Annie scoffs

“That~”

>She had red cheeks
>And is smiling a little too much

>”Wanna do that again? I have “Heartbeat” coming up next!”

>Annie turn around and stares at Doll
>You couldn’t see Annie’s face but you had a pretty good idea what she looked like
>Doll tries to get a more serious expression on

“N-no, mister”
>”Alright, normal driving from now”

>As Annie says, the Pontiac is a good cruiser
>So you settle down for a slow cruise with some weird music Annie liked to play
>It was… much slower
>Then again, pretty much everything as slower that what you listened to
>And you failed to say no to them eating their sandwiches in the car
>Again
>It was going to be cleaned anyway…
>The clock stops somewhere just about 2:30 PM
>At last the big engine dies down and silence fills the air

This is so exciting!
>”Just remember, Annie. We need something discrete. V6 Camry will do good. Maybe an Impala with the big eng-
Did you watch Drive again?
>”...”

>A man exits the building
>Tall guy, thick leather jacket, Open carrying an obscenely large handgun

“66 GTO… Y’all came faster than i expected”
>”Yeah, well. I work at short notice”
“I hear you people are doing the lord’s work?”
>”Can’t say i am, but some guys seems happy enough for me to keep doing it. By the way, Annie and Doll”
“Pleased to meet y’all. Now, you do your thing, whatever you do, and i’ll give you the tools for that, alright?”
>”Can’t thank you enough for this man”
“Yes you can. Gimmie a number. How many?”
>”That we go out of the trucks… just under 2300”
“Then you go pick out two you want. Anything at all in here, is yours. Even my car if you want”
>”Oh, that wouldn’t be necessary. I’ll take a look around if you don’t mind?”
“Yeah, we cool. Anything you need, you talk to me”
>You walk into the big lot of cars
>Annie immediately finds a red, open top mustang that she is looking with big eyes on
>You have to remind her that it’s important to have a low profile in this
>V6 Camry, Impala, a Fusion maybe… stuff like that
>You stroll around a little and do find yourself that V6 camry
>A green one
>With an automatic gearbox
>You opened the door, and sat inside
>It was so horrifyingly boring…
>But it would serve the purpose wonderfully…
>Were you really going to get a free car and go for a green, automatic Camry?
>You are bored even looking at it

>And just when you were going to speaking to Richie about bringing it home, Annie strolls by

>”Find anything?”
Nope, nothing at all, just old 4x4s that way, come with me and we’ll look in the-
>”Annie, why are you talking really fast?”
I’m just excited to go look over there, with you~
>”You know what, i’m gonna look at those 4x4s…”

>Annie buries her face in her hands

“Headmistress, what is it?”
You know how he said we were going to be discrete?
“Yes, Headmistress”

>Annie was going to say something, but the two of them was interrupted by your shouting

>”HOLY SHIT THEY HAVE AN UNMOLESTED SUPRA”

"What is he saying, Headmistress?"

>Annie just sighs
“What is he talking about, Headmistress?”
He has found a car
“But there are many cars here…”
Yes there are. And don’t you even dare ask him why that is a good car, because you will get a 45 minu-

>”It has twin turbos!”

You see, Doll… Anon gets like this sometimes. He was like this with me in the beginning. He still is, sometimes. And he is so lovely when he is…

>Annie walks in a minute later, starting at the blue GT car

So this is a Supra?
>”Yes it is! 1998 Mk 4 Toyota supra”
Anon, it has a wing
>”Yes, so?”
You said we should be discrete!
>”This is basically exactly the same car as the Camry. A 6 cylinder Toyota with 4 seats
Camry does not have a wing
>”You can remove the wing if you want to”
How many miles?
>”Just over 110 000”
The Camry had only 65 000!
>”Don’t worry, i know how to take care of a car”
What i say here isn’t gonna matter much, is it?
>”....No, not really”
Do you mind awfully if i go and look in some stores with Doll?
>”Fine, i suppose. But remember, just cash”
I know Anon

>Annie leans in and kisses you on the cheek before taking Doll along to the GTO
>You are left to look at the Supra for some time
>Were you really going to not take it if you got the chance?
>You walk away from the glittering blue Supra to look for other things that might fit the bill
>An hour and a half later, you have two papers signed and stand with two not-new shiny cars
>Annie returns a few minutes later
>She looks at the cars, somewhat confused
>Doll half and half stumbles out of the Pontiac
>Her face is pale and have “fear” written all over it
>You open your mouth to inquire
>But you figure this is gonna be something Annie said to her
>And it’s gonna take her half an hour to explain, it will make perfect sense to her, and you would be even more confused
    >”You two look like you’ve had fun”

    >Annie looks at Doll, smiling
    >Doll on the other hand look like she has seen another war

    “Y-yes mister, we’ve had fun”
    It’s true, Anon! She is a natural at carrying bags!

    >Annie is smiling like mad

    >”Aren’t you supposed to be the big one?”
    I am the one in charge. Correct, Doll?
    “C-correct”
    …
    “Correct, Headmistress!”
    >”You guys are… Anyway, we are taking these two babies home with us”
    No Supra?
    >”No… No Supra. That thing was a god damn unicorn. They are all stanced or riced to shit today, but this one was still pure. But as you said, it is a little too conspicuous for this. Especially parked next to GTO. It’s gonna look like a new Fast and furious movie”
    So, instead, you have?
    >”This here is an old Bmw, an E34. It has a dent here and there, but the drivetrain is good. And it gets almost as much power as the GTO”
    And the Camry
    >”Yeah… basically the same, right?”

    >You fake a smile and try to conceal the fact you’re a little sad about the Supra
    >Your little group say your thanks to Richie and the convoy hits the road
    >The Bmw would most likely be the most mechanically unstable so you get behind the wheel of that one
    >But it seems like it was a good one, properly taken care about
    >The drive home wasn’t very eventful
    >But it was dark since long when you arrived at the big house with 2300 guns in it
    >Annie puts Doll to work in the kitchen right away while you flicker through the TV while trying to get an internet connection with the phone
    >Success was… limited
    >Now when your phone was reduced to something you can just make calls with, you toss it aside
    >One would think being in a house with this many guns would be nice
    >But, as much as touching one in the wrong way would lead to jealousy
    >Probably
    >At least Annie was her calm and stable self
    >Well… calm and stable
    >Annie was Annie
    >You zone out pretty heavily as you idly flip through the channels
    >they were all shit
    >no motorsport
    >no shitty cop shows
    >no cheap sitcoms
    >no explosions

    >Not before long a big woman slips down in the couch next you and pecks you on the cheek

    You seem concerned?

    >She seems to be as concerned as she thinks you are
    >Concerned about you

    >”Concerned? I suppose so. We have to start with the interviews tomorrow i think”
    How are you planning to do that?
    >”Start interviewing i guess. First car leaves as soon as we have 4 or 5 somewhat close to each other. Sounds good?”
    Sure. But… why are we alone here. The people that went with us in the raid? why did they leave?
    >”It’s for a few weeks. Remember Jonas? The guy in blue team that i teased about his car?”
    Yes… that barbeque last summer? The man you had a knife fight with?
    >”Yeah! Exactly!”

    >You laugh a little to yourself, laughing at all the crazy shit you have been through with him

    And you are friends?
    >”Yeah, of course. That guy is like my brother. Point being, he’s gonna get up here next wednesday i believe”
    And he will drive too?
    >”Yeah, he will. But for the next… uh… 10 or 11 days, we’re on our own”

    >Annie doesn’t respond
    >She just gets a little tighter grip on you
    >Holding you close
    >You run your fingers through the magic black hair
    >It was truly amazing color. Almost like it absorbed the light in any room she walked in it
    >And yet, it had a shiny gloss to it when in the sunlight
    >Just slowly running your fingers through it…
    >You didn’t notice yourself exhaling
    >And maybe you didn’t notice that either, but right now, right here…
    >Everything was fine
    >You didn’t notice yourself starting to smile either
    >But you did
    >A smile so warm and sincere...
    >Shame no one could see it
“E-excuse me, but dinner is ready”
>”Thanks, Doll. We’ll be right out”
“Yes, mister. I’ll wait for you in here”

>”...”
Anon, you know i love you…
>”Yes i do, Annie. You tell me every time before going to bed”
But you’ve been strange lately, please if i can do anything to help you, anything at all please tell me
>”I will. I promise. But let’s get some food now”

>Doll made dinner from some frozen in deer from last season
>The owner of the house was kind enough to leave it in while you were in the house
>With grated potatoes fried veggies and some brown sauce you had issues identifying
>But all in all it was delicious
>Annie might even have said that Doll would make a housewife in no time if she kept cooking like this
>To which Doll blushed so much it was almost audible
>She was still very polite, using titles, never interrupting, and usually being silent unless she had something to say
>It turned out that all hours on the road had turned the lot of you very tired

>You felt a little bad leaving Annie and Doll with the dishes
>But only a little
>You didn’t do much else that stumble into the shower and then upstairs into bed
>Just off with the clothes and collapse face first into bed
>Much later Annie steps into the bedroom
>She sighs heavily
>A sigh of concern
>She takes care of your clothes, folding away what she deems being reusable and tossing the rest in the laundry basket
>She repeats the process with her own clothes, creating a neat little pile on one of the chairs
>And finally she very gently slides in under the covers and hugs her love tightly

Just be strong for him now… It will be over soon. I just have to be strong

>She repeats this mantra a few times over
>She was going to be strong
    >Morning breaks many hours later
    >Annie wake up from movement in the bed
    >She snaps her head towards the movement and shifts around

    >"And you are doing what?"
    Taking care of my man. Stay here. I will make breakfast
    >"But, Ann-

    >Annie Shift her weight and shuffles up

    You can't speak when you have a facefull of tits
    >"Mmmpff!"
    I will happily do this all day. But for now, stay in bed. I will make you food, okay?
    >"..."

    >Annie shifts her weight back again
    >You may be blushing a little bit, but accepts her offer and wait in bed another 20 or so minutes until she returns with a tray with a simple breakfast on
    >You let out a little nasal laugh

    >"You're the best, Annie...."
    I do what i can. Now eat, dear. Much work today, right?
    >"Right..."

    >A few hours later you sit in the same room as when you catalogued them
    >The deal was Annie would sit with you for the first few interviews
    >Just to see if she was needed more than anything else
    >everything was set up
    >You had a big map of the country behind you and an ungodly amount of pins to try to mark places out
    >Now, the only part left was… where to start?

    >”Annie, where do we start? Something as mundane as numerical order?”
    Order is mundane now?
    >”Well, if you put it that way…”

    >A few minutes later
    >”So, we begin with gun #1 and it’s an… AMD-65, serial ends in 5774. You can change now”
    “...”
    It’s okay, you are out of danger now. We want to help you

    >She does change after just a little while
    >At least the old sofa was a bad place to change
    >She quickly pivots her head around, looking for anything at all familiar
    >Her appearance is mostly unremarkable
    >Dirty blond hair, average length and build
    >And… bunny ears?
    >She does look very uncomfortable

    >”No need to worry, we wish you no harm. My name is Anon, and this is Annie. You have a name?”

    >She clearly does not trust you
    >At all

    >”Okay, i’ll be a little blunt instead. For one reason or another, you were moved away from your home and was taken to a facility with a large hydraulic press. Now, me, Annie and a few friends made sure quite a lot of you got out of that place”

    “W-where am i?”
    >”A place far away from watching eyes. Afraid i can’t tell you where exactly”
    “w-why… t-they took me away…”

    >She stutters heavily
    >She looks scared and alone

    >”You were taken, yes. It’s all right now, you’re among friends. Hey, miss?”
    “Y-yes?”
    >”See Annie?”

    >Annie looks over at the confused woman, smiles and waves

    “Yes…”
    >”She’s like you”

    >For the first time, the woman’s face shifts from something along the lines of “worried” or “scared”
    >She now has doubt written all over her face

    “But she is…”
    Simonov Anti tank rifle. 1941 model, 14.5mm caliber. But my name is Annie

    >And now the woman looks concerned

    Worry not, Little one. No one here is going to hurt you. Now, i take it you wish to return to home, correct?
    “Yes, i do. T-they need me there”

    >Annie smiles again
    >She walks up to the big box of tacks and carefully gives it over to the woman
    >And then points at the big map
    >The shorter woman takes the tack and firmly puts it in place
    >One down
    >2290 to go