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The deal, you reply, adding in a sagely nod for good measure, yes… yes, you’ve got a deal… for <span class="mu-i">HER!</span>
“Then hurry up an’ spill it already!” Snarls The Boss as the ice crackles behind her! “I ain’t plannin’ on hanging here all day!”
Deal Part 1, you begin, staring her down like a hawk eyeing a field mouse, you wanna know more about the <span class="mu-r">SPICE CARTEL!</span> Speak! The shishkabob'd scoundrel answers you with a derisive snort! And a <span class="mu-i">laugh!</span> Ouch!
“Fuuuuck that! Jus’ kill me now–it’d be a mercy!” Boss snickers! “<span class="mu-i">Anton the Undyin’</span>... you’re new around ‘ere, ain’tcha, ya’ dumb cunt?”
You know she and her pals delivered some Moleg eggs to them, you counter, matching her tone with a nasty one of your own! You want <span class="mu-i">DEETS!</span> The hand you play silences the Mzz’goe’virr’s laughter and replaces it with a wary stare.
“How the <span class="mu-i">fuck</span> do you know that?”
Because she just told you! HA! Gotcha! You raise your hand for Volka or TT to high-five, but neither of them are close enough. Where <span class="mu-i">IS</span> TT anyways?
“Fine,” grumbles your criminal captive as she rolls five of her six eyes, “Fuck do I care if they skin ya alive? Stupid bastard…” Spitting another caustic gob onto the floor next to you, Boss stretches her back and begins to spill the proverbial ‘beans’!
“Rolo runs most’a the rackets in Crossroads–not that that’s privileged information, mind. Spicys have a claw in all the big-time establishments in Gold Town. Spicys run their own security, so they don’t get many visits from the Law–followin’ so far?”
Yes, you nod, <span class="mu-i">very</span> educational.
“Fuckin’ wiseass…” Hisses the boss with another crack of her back! “Anywho, Rolo got word of some Moleg bitch with fresh eggs, so he hired us ta’ do the wetwork.”
Why not just have his own goons do it? Your question earns you another spit wad on your shield! Rude!
“Keeps his claws clean, that’s why!” The Boss answers as she puffs out her chest with pride! “An’ he knows the Icers get the job done, so there’s that!”
Yea, you scoff, they sure showed <span class="mu-i">you</span>...
“Laugh it up, whelp… stick around til’ the ice melts an’ see what happens!”
This place they delivered the eggs to, you continue with a frown, what does she know about it?
“Fuck all. They picked the eggs up from us, took it somewhere called <span class="mu-b">THE COMEBACK CANTINA</span>. Thas’ it.”
>CONTD.
