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Author: Pendulum
Celebrity: Hilary Duff, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Ashley Tisdale, Vanessa Anne Hudgens
Codes: MF, FF, Cons, Oral, Bond, Viol, Death
"Back in black!
I hit the sack!
I've been too long I'm glad to be back!
Yes, I'm let loose!
From the noose!
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high!"
Brian Johnson's gravel-like voice assaulted our ears as my luxury boat started our journey. To my left side, sat at my boat's spare front seat, was Sarah Michelle Gellar, the customer funding my latest expedition. Her long brown hair cascaded down her beautiful body, running onto her white dress. It was a long flowing piece of clothing that must've kept her cool in the warm Hawaii weather. She was slowly leafing through a archaeology magazine that I couldn't see the title of.
Sat behind her, were two young, beautiful students of archaeology, Ashley Tisdale and Vanessa Anne Hudgens. Ashley was a blonde bombshell and had on: a mint green coloured top with white pants that cut off at her knees, she also had on a pair of white pumps. Vanessa's jet black hair had been tied back into a ponytail and showed of her pretty face well. She was clad in an tight fitting white shirt with an orange skirt with black shoes on, accompanying her right arm was a golden bangle that she claimed belonged to one of her ancestors who was a treasure hunter. Both of the young students were looking outside the windows admiring the lovely view we had. The sun was setting lazily while the water rippled fiercely as my boat pushed its way through.
And that leaves me. My name is Nathan Price and I am a treasure hunter.
Standing at six foot exactly and weighing nearly one hundred and seventy five pounds I'm not exactly an intimidating dude. But pass me a 9mm pistol and I'll even the odds. Dressed in a white top, that seemed to be a lot tighter than I last recalled, and a pair of jeans that had most definitely seen better days. I'm Twenty six years old and have been hunting treasure for nearly my entire life. My Father was a treasure hunter and his Father before him was too. I ran a hand over my jaw. Feeling the freshly acquired stubble, I sighed quietly, hoping no one would hear it. I was wrong.
"What's wrong?" Sarah asked. She hadn't changed from her original position of leafing through a magazine.
Closing my eyes lightly, I spoke softly.
"Nothing...Well, something doesn't feel right...You know what? Ignore me. I'm sure it'll clear up soon."
I reached over and cranked up AC/DC as we gained speed. My GPS system beeped to life as we made our way forward. Sarah's numbers had better be right...
================== Two Weeks Earlier ==================
"Rico, another scotch when you're ready, bud." I said to the Peurto-Rican barkeep, placing my glass on the counter. He nodded his head as he served another customer. The hotel's outside bar was a nice enough place, it was one of those tourist friendly things. You know the type? Looks like it's made of straw and bamboo, a Hawaiian sheet hung over the canopy making it look complete.
Looking up in the top corner of the bar, there was a small television showing a strong woman competition. God, they looked like freaks with their muscles bulging like that. I winced in disgust and was joined in my disgust by a surly drinker behind me.
"Jesus. Turn that crap off!" The voice called out, a young waitress nodded and hurried behind the desk, switching it over to a old Western movie. Couldn't tell you which one it was, but it looked violent. I smiled and looked around, turning at the bar so I was resting against it with my back to it.
"Mister Price? Your drink." Rico said softly, I turned and smiled. Digging into my jeans pocket, I scooped out my wallet and pulled out a fresh, crisp note. Placing the note in Rico's hand, I turned back around and spoke.
"Keep the change buddy." Rico smiled and thanked me for the extra change. Scanning the scene, I saw Ashley and Vanessa enjoying themselves by the poolside area. I smiled as I sipped at my drink, looking around it was always the same this time of year. Princes, millionaires, movie stars, musicians, people with too much money basically. They littered the bar and with their usual racist views bossed around the poor bar staff like they were slaves. Unfortunately, I needed a job and would have to find one of these bastards to give me a job.
I looked back over to Vanessa and Ashley, Ashley met my eye. With that, I simply nodded my head, closing my eyes ever so slightly. Giving the impression I was looking off into the distance. Ashley nodded her head and leant in to talk to Vanessa, cupping her right ear, Ashley whispered to Vanessa who in turn looked over at me. She too nodded her head and the pair made their way over.
This is how things like this normally go. I would prop the bar up, when one of the two would come over and make a big scene about me being a famous treasure hunter. Perk the ears up. You know? Then, the other girl would be playing the part of a princess/heiress/movie star (Depends on the crowd) and claim that I did a job for her Father. Once people are listening, I play down my role and then the icing on the cake. The girl says I worked for only thirty two thousand. Which is a lot, but to these guys it's barely anything and all I have to do is bring them back a measly trinket and suddenly they're Indianna Jones.
Looked like Vanessa was going to spot me this time. I prepared myself when the goddess stepped in front of me. Dressed in a short black dress with matching high heels, her hair was loose and hanging over her shoulders. She also had on a pair of large black sunglasses that kept the sun from her eyes.
"Evening." She said simply, looking at me with a smile.
"Evening." I matched her phrase and looked over at Vanessa who was standing still, mouth agape. I crooked an eyebrow when the brunette spoke again.
"So, what's a lady got to do to get this sort of attention?" She asked, passing me a copy of the latest 'Archaeological Times' magazine. I took it from her hand and looked over the cover, it was slightly faded but it featured me on the front cover. I read the front cover aloud.
"'Nate's after Marco Polo!' Jesus, this is already out? I don't think I've got the royalties yet?" I said, leafing through the magazine quickly.
"It's not out yet. Daddy owns the factory, I got an advanced copy." The brunette said, lifting her large black glasses up. "My name's Sarah Michelle Gellar and Mister Price...I have a request of you."
I raised an eyebrow, looked over to the girls who had made their way back to the pool. What the hell? I looked back at Sarah and nodded. "OK, what's the job and how much?"