7 - Incredible Hulk Library
7 - Incredible Hulk Library 7 - Incredible Hulk Library
“Incredible” Chapter 7 The Hulk Library (www.hulklibrary.com) "Well, whoop-de-doo. You believe me. Not that there ain’t much you coulda done to me if I was lyin’." "I owe you…or your…alter ego my thanks, then. For burying my friends." "What the hell were they doin’ all the way out here anyways? And for that matter, what the hell are you doin’ here? Liberty’s back in Arizona or Nevada, ain’t it?" Woodgod eyed The Hulk carefully. "Don’t you remember?" "Nah. The Hulk you met then was a lot dumber. I’d still like to know what you’re doin’ here, though." Woodgod motioned for The Hulk to follow. "Then come with me back to my home and I’ll be happy to satisfy your curiosity." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Felton Hardbottle had been in some pretty funky dives in his day. He’d been to Cairo, Calcutta, Tijuana and half a dozen other cities where vice and sin was normal day-to-day business. Nothing surprised him anymore. Not when it came to the depths of spiritual excrements that human beings would willingly submerge themselves into. That’s why it didn’t surprise him to find Annabel St. Cyr working in the filthiest whorehouse he’d seen in many a year. And it didn’t surprise him that when he knocked on the door, Annabel threw it open and had a huge smile on her face. Next to using her power, if there was anything Annabel enjoyed more than wallowing in sexual depravity he didn’t know what it was. She stood there totally naked, her marvelous dusky skin radiating vitality. She was breathing heavily as if she’d just finished a good healthy run and a thin sheen of sweat slicked her splendidly shaped body. The unique mixture of her African/Vietnamese/French bloods gave her a wonderfully exotic appearance. "Felton! It’s been a long time. Want to come in and join us girls?" Hardbottle heard giggling coming from inside and shook his head in a negative. "This is official business, Annabel. I’m here to offer you a job." Annabel shook her head in an emphatic negative. "Not interested. I’m having too much fun right where I am and I know that if I get hooked up with you again I’ll- " "I know where your father is." - Page 8 of 15 -
“Incredible” Chapter 7 The Hulk Library (www.hulklibrary.com) Annabel visibly jumped as if a low surge of electricity went through her. "Don’t screw around with me, Felton. I like you a lot. You know that. But you screw with me about this and I’ll kill you slow." Hardbottle held up a pinky-sized information chip. "His location and all pertinent information is on here. You come work for me and when the job’s over, it’s yours." "I could take it from you right now and not have to do your dirty work." "Bullet’s downstairs. I’d hate to have to take him off his leash." Annabel grinned. "You do that and this whole city block will be gone by the time we’re done. And there’s a better than even chance one or both of us will be either dead or so busted up as to be of no use to you." Hardbottle shrugged. "Probably. But by then a lot of enemies you’ve made over the years will know you’re alive. And they’ll come for you. You really want to take a chance on them finding you if you’re too busted up to defend yourself?" Annabel sucked on a tooth. "Good point. C’mon in for a minute and let’s talk some more." There wasn’t much in the dark room. Just a table upon which rested bottles of liquor, overflowing ashtrays and an amazing variety of recreational pharmaceuticals. And there was a bed where two teenaged Asian girls lay, both of them looking pretty wasted. Annabel looked fresh as a spring Sunday morning. Her stamina was remarkable, as Hardbottle knew from personal experience. He felt sorry for the two girls. Annabel smacked one of the leg and snapped; "The both of you get dressed and get out. I need the room." Reluctantly the two girls hauled themselves off the bed and went around the room, picking up various items of clothing they had thrown all over the place in their careless lust. Hardbottle waited until they had gotten dressed and left before speaking again. "Friends of yours?" Annabel had donned a purple silk bathrobe and lit up a thin black cigar that gave off a pungently sweet aroma. "You didn’t look me up to discuss my sex life. What’s the deal?" "I’ve got a new job these days. Hunting down The Hulk for The Vice-President." - Page 9 of 15 -
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“<strong>Incredible</strong>” Chapter 7<br />
The <strong>Hulk</strong> <strong>Library</strong> (www.hulklibrary.com)<br />
Annabel visibly jumped as if a low surge of electricity went through her. "Don’t<br />
screw around with me, Felton. I like you a lot. You know that. But you screw<br />
with me about this and I’ll kill you slow."<br />
Hardbottle held up a pinky-sized information chip. "His location and all<br />
pertinent information is on here. You come work for me and when the job’s over,<br />
it’s yours."<br />
"I could take it from you right now and not have to do your dirty work."<br />
"Bullet’s downstairs. I’d hate to have to take him off his leash."<br />
Annabel grinned. "You do that and this whole city block will be gone by the time<br />
we’re done. And there’s a better than even chance one or both of us will be either<br />
dead or so busted up as to be of no use to you."<br />
Hardbottle shrugged. "Probably. But by then a lot of enemies you’ve made over<br />
the years will know you’re alive. And they’ll come for you. You really want to<br />
take a chance on them finding you if you’re too busted up to defend yourself?"<br />
Annabel sucked on a tooth. "Good point. C’mon in for a minute and let’s talk<br />
some more." There wasn’t much in the dark room. Just a table upon which rested<br />
bottles of liquor, overflowing ashtrays and an amazing variety of recreational<br />
pharmaceuticals. And there was a bed where two teenaged Asian girls lay, both<br />
of them looking pretty wasted. Annabel looked fresh as a spring Sunday<br />
morning. Her stamina was remarkable, as Hardbottle knew from personal<br />
experience. He felt sorry for the two girls. Annabel smacked one of the leg and<br />
snapped; "The both of you get dressed and get out. I need the room."<br />
Reluctantly the two girls hauled themselves off the bed and went around the<br />
room, picking up various items of clothing they had thrown all over the place in<br />
their careless lust. Hardbottle waited until they had gotten dressed and left<br />
before speaking again. "Friends of yours?"<br />
Annabel had donned a purple silk bathrobe and lit up a thin black cigar that<br />
gave off a pungently sweet aroma. "You didn’t look me up to discuss my sex life.<br />
What’s the deal?"<br />
"I’ve got a new job these days. Hunting down The <strong>Hulk</strong> for The Vice-President."<br />
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