I started looking at prompts again, and I found this one and thought it would be an interesting idea, so here we are.

The prompt is: You're at a shady used car-sales place getting a pitch from a stocky fellow. He pops the trunk of the car he's showing you, revealing a tied up person. He slams the trunk quickly. "Oops, ha-ha. You didn't see anything, got it?" It won't be that easy though; you're not really there to buy a car.

No POV

Walking into the dirty car lot, where most of the cars would look better after going through a car crusher, a woman with her body, face, and hair covered by a long coat, face mask, and wide brim hat, and cheap leather gloves, makes her way through the lot, looking at the cars with mild interest.

"Welcome to California's best used car lot." A tall, thin man says with a wide smile and excited tone, his suit barely hiding the stains on his undershirt.

"I'm just browsing." The woman says, cutting the man off before he continues the sales pitch.

"Well, allow me to help. What are you looking for?" He asks, unperturbed by the cut off.

"Silver muscle car, late 70s." She tells the man, lowering the face mask to breath easier, a decision she quickly regrets with the smell of the salesman and cars around her.

"Follow me." The man says, not wondering about the specificness of the car she wants. "Now, this is a beauty. Late 70s model Ford Mustang, less than a thousand miles." He starts to list, walking her around the car and naming facts about the car.

"I know all of this." The woman interrupts as he talks about the miles per gallon. "How's the engine?" She asks, walking to the front of the car.

"Excellent condition. Recently redone." He informs, popping the hood and showing her the engine and surrounding parts.

"Where'd you get this car?" She asks, glancing at the engine before closing the hood, making her way towards the trunk of the car.

"It was dropped off a few days ago, a young man sold it to us, said he didn't have the money to continue the upkeep." The salesman informs, not caring that he's giving away information that isn't necessary to give.

"Pop the trunk." She orders, tapping the trunk with her fist.

"Yes ma'am." He says, opening the trunk and stepping back, unaware of the sight in the trunk. "Oops." He says, slamming the trunk when he glances down and sees what's in the trunk. "You didn't see anything, got it?" He asks, starting with a small chuckle that quickly turns into a threat.

In the trunk is a tanned-skin woman, lying on her side, with her wrists, ankles, and knees tied together tightly, a ball gag in her mouth and a tie as a blindfold. "Wow. You've had this car for a few days and never bothered to check the trunk. I must say, why doesn't she look like she hasn't eaten in days?" The woman asks, taking off her hat and jacket, revealing long brunette hair, a pale body covered in jeans, a black tank top, and black combat boots. "Open the trunk. Now." She orders, pulling a small box out of the jacket's pocket before she let it drop to the ground.

"Look, missy. You don't want to cause a scene here. Understood?" The salesman asks, not worried about what she has in the box.

"Open. The. Trunk." She repeats, slowly, opening the box to reveal a small syringe filled with a clear liquid.

"Or what?" He asks, laughing as he goes to wave someone over.

"This is why I hate guys." She mumbles as she swings her arm towards him, jabbing the needle into his neck with a well-aimed strike before pushing the plunger, injecting the liquid into his bloodstream. "Don't worry. It won't kill you." She tells him as he drops to the ground.

After grabbing the keys to open the trunk, she pulls out a knife from her boot to cut the rope tying the woman's legs and arms. After cutting the ropes, the undoes the gag, tossing it onto the knocked-out salesman. "Come on. Wake up." She tells the slumbering young woman, gently slapping her cheek to stir her.

Looking around, the pale woman pulls the tanned woman out of the trunk and carries her to the passenger seat, setting her in before going back and slamming the trunk, making her way to the front to get in the driver's seat. Without a care, she starts the car and drives forward, flipping off the salesmen that came over to see what the other signaled him for.

After driving for over thirty minutes, the pale woman pulls into a parking space in front of an apartment complex. "Let's get you inside." She tells the other woman, moving around the carry her inside.

"You found her." An older man, whose skin tone matches the other woman, says with relief as he stands up and takes the tanned woman from the other. "Where was she?" He asks, hugging the knocked-out woman in his arms.

"Used car lot where Beckett works." The pale woman says. "The car salesman who showed me the car was a friend of his, didn't know who I was. Or that she was still in the trunk, if him opening it was any indicator." She says, walking over to the couch and sitting down, taking off the gloves.

"Was Beckett there?" The man asks.

"Not that I saw, Mr. Vega." The woman answers, standing up again. "Your daughter's back. That's just phase one." She says, heading into the bathroom.

"What's phase two?" Mr. Vega asks, looking at the woman.

"You hired an assassin-slash-bounty hunter." She says with a small smirk before closing the door. "I hunted, now I assassinate." She says to herself, stripping as she starts the shower.

Kind of an odd ending, I suppose, but this is going to have a second part. I can't say what part two will have in store, because I have no idea yet.

Thank you for reading. Hope you liked it and leave a review.

Blessed Be.