forum One-on-one (@PPT_SupremeMonarchOfTheAntColony)

Started July 06, 2018 by @HawkMan

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“He aint gonna like that,” He mumbled. “You know what to do. Knock.”

"Okay," she said, straightening up and going to the back, where she hesitated in front of K's door.

“Do you want me to knock?” Drew whispered.

"Ehm – sure," she mumbled, taking a step back. When Drew knocked, K's voice called, "Yes…who is it? Come in."

“It’s us,” Drew said opening the door, “Drew Tucker and-“ he nodded to Julliette to hide the fact he had forgotten her last name.

(Why Drew, yah little – whyyy, I oughta – X'D )

She nodded in Drew's direction, and spoke. "We have a few questions concerning our mistake."
This time, K was standing at the the far side of the room, leaning against the wall. His eyes narrowed at her statement. "Really."

Drew withheld his sarcastic comments, “Yeah, we want to prove to you that we can actually do it.”

"What are your questions?" he asked, his arms crossed.
"Do we have to do it again? Is that how we fix it?" She tried to keep her voice level.
He shrugged. "If you think that'll get you on my good side, by all means, go ahead. So long as you do the job right."

“We learn from our mistakes.” He said simply, and tumblr can help a bunch too

( hahahahahaha X'D )

"Good," he said simply, though his eyes were cold. "You put others at risk when you don't learn."
Oh God, please no
"Do you happen to have a target for us?" she asked. Her fingers were cold, and she clenched her fists tightly.
"Go talk to Ringo," he told them, waving a hand at them, telling them to leave. He went to the table, where a small puzzle sat, half finished.

“Right,” He turned a left the room again.

She followed him back to the bar, her heart thumping. "Hey Ringo," she muttered, once they were there, "Do you happen to have another target?"

“Yeah, two. Pick one; Gary Smith or Tiffany Little.” He pulled out two files because of course they were under the bar. But hey, convenience.

"How convenient," she said under her breath, carefully flipping open the file labeled Tiffany Little.

“You picked Tiffany, congratulations. You better not diappoint,” He warned, taking the other file and moving on to another customer.

She stuttered slightly, then left the building as quickly as possible.

Drew followed quickly behind, getting into the passengers seat, “so we have a target.”

As soon as she got into the car, she exploded. (Yes, a giant nuclear bomb fell on her head. X)
"I didn't pick this fucking file, I just wanted to see who she was!!!" she shouted. "But of course, he just had to take that to mean, 'Hey, I'm picking this one, even though I haven't even looked it over!' But hey, we're gonna be in the mafia, so of course, that makes perfect sense!" She sat back in her seat with a thump, rolled her eyes to the roof of the car, and let out a frustrated moan.

Drew tensed up, watching her scream out her fristrations, “Well, let’s just do this and get it over with.”

She breathed heavily through her nose, and sat up, rubbing her eyes. "We'll need a big syringe."

“What?” He asked, not sure why they needed the syringe.

"If we have to kill her, then I want it to be quick and painless." She glared at him. "A few quick pumps of air into her neck will do it." She turned away, and started the car.

“Right,” He swallowed hard, “And what do we do with the body?”

"Uhh –" She paused, both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead. "A bag? In the river?"

(I gtg, bye)
“Sure, that should work.” He nodded, surely this time they would get it right.