[sylvanSpider]

Hell

Axle laughed, “A low pain tolerance, and this aesthetic I fear don't go hand in hand, elskling. But, if you're willing, then I can introduce you to my guy.” He shrugged and offered her a wry sideways glance, “I'll warn ya though, those featherbrains might think you're more high profile if you look like me. But, lucky for you, you've got me, and you'll be going after higher profiles in no time. You see, those that have been dead for a while, or have taken to hunting regularly will get a higher reward than those that have just died.” He looked at his blackened nails, then back at the clock. The next person was late and Axle tapped his foot impatiently.

Olivia couldn't help it, her smile was wide, pale cheeks flushed with misunderstood pride, I don't even know what it means. I've never used it before. They gave me a cane as a weapon? I don't know what any of it means. Her face changed to one of confusion, wondering what she could possibly do with a cane. She was told it was threaded, but compared to some of the other weapons she'd seen, she wondered if she could actually do anything with it. You have a hoverbike?! I want to see!

Axle pulled out his phone, pulled up new contacts and handed it over to Xander, “Here, Red. Put your number in. I'm guessing we'll all be going to do these things together, but it's best to be able to actually get a hold of each other, yeah? Especially if we're going to be partners. If you can, you should get something for Olivia too. Something with text messaging. If you can't swing it, I can cover them. I have too much money as it is.”

Finally, at long last, Axle's replacement came in, haggard and hung over looking, scowling at Axle. Axle rolled his eyes at him, “Side work's done. You can nurse your hangover for a few hours. Don't know what to tell you if you actually get customers. You're in fuckin' luck though, drunky. These folks will be leaving with me.”