Creative Writing Opportunity. Tell me a story.

[weaktwos]

Perhaps a "Bad Tarantino" competition? Yes, that's it.

Write a story(of whatever desired length) featuring the following elements:
-A woman with an attitude carries a large pair of bolt cutters into a law office.
-A four-wheel drive vehicle with Beastie Boys' "Brass Monkey" blaring.

These elements were actually part of my day. But I invite you to fill in what I'm not telling you. :-)

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[scottage.livejournal.com]

Outside the legal offices of Dewey, Cheatem, and Howe, a Suzuki Samurai drives up, tinny stereo blaring "Brass Monkey" with far more bass than the poor speakers could handle. It screeches to a halt, and a woman jumps out carrying pair of large bolt cutters. She walks into the offices and right to the secretary's desk.

"I'd like to return these bolt cutters," spat the intruder angrily, "they're not my size."

"Sorry," replied the secretary, "the hardware store is next door."

Then some people got shot, or something.

[unclemilo.livejournal.com]

"Brass Monkey! That funky monkey"... the Beastie Boys song came to an abrupt halt once Sandy turned off the engine of her black 4x4 pickup. She grabbed the forms and tucked them into the back pocket of her jeans and got out of the vehicle, taking that extra step to the ground (what with the oversized tires and all)
She ran one hand quickly across her hair as she walked over to back of the truck. She cycled the keys on her keyring until she found just the right one to open the tool box. The box was filled with various items one would expect to find there, but it was the bolt cutters she was after... that she had put in there just for this trip.
Making sure everything was fine with her vehicle, she crossed the street with the large bolt cutters in hand, ignoring the vehicles that were screeching to a halt to avoid hittin her. Once she got to the side walk, she slung the bolt cutters on to her shoulder and with a free hand, she opened the door to the Morrin and Horne law offices.
The security guard looked apprehensive when he first saw Sandy, but she gave him a sweet little wink and a friendly smile and that put him at ease. She was able to catch the elevator just before it closed and took a place in the center of the car. The other two people in the elevator, one a young business man in a newly purchased suit, the other an elderly lady in clothes that were desperate to give an impression of wealth, glanced at Sandy more than once. With each look, she returned a sunny smile with bright sparkling eyes. The bolt cutters remained in place on her shoulder. Not a word was said in the elevator, making the violin version of Van Halen's Hot for Teacher that much more prominent.
The door opened with a bing and Sandy exited the elevator and walked directly to the receptionst. The elderly woman looked up, somewhat uncertain about Sandy.
"May I help you?" She asked quietly.
"Yes. I'm looking for..." Sandy started.
"Jesus Christ!" The shout caught Sandy's attention as well as that of the reception. Sandy turned the brightest smile to the receptionist.
"Never mind. Found him." She said before charging after the man in question. He was already running up the corridor, but Sandy almost caught him before he turned sharply into the men's room. Sandy didn't hesitate one moment to follow.
"Now, Miss Martini..." the man started, raising his hands defensively. He wasn't able to say much more as Sandy swung the bolt cutters fiercly into the side of the man's head. He fell, screaming in pain. Sandy sat on him, making sure he couldn't wriggle away and waited for his muffled cries to die down.
"You know very well that I made that last payment on my property! I handed you the check myself. Seems it never got past you. Now... you can make things right... or I start cutting."
Sandy opened up the bolt cutters for emphasis.


Well... I don't have time to write more... so I hope that's good enough...