"Boss put another hit on the board. Looks like a kid this time," the bunny hybrid muttered as she bit into a carrot. The tablet glowed softly in the dark, illuminating her face as glitter sparkled back into the cold abyss of the room. Her legs were crossed, the thin tan fur keeping the bare skin warm despite the chill the room held. As she set the tablet down on the coffee table, she pulled her red hair back as she stood.
The fridge door was pulled open, and her tall ears flattened against her head as a fresh burst of cold air blew her bangs out of her eyes. She grabbed what she was looking for, tossing the can over her shoulder as the man sitting in the fluffy armchair caught it.
She closed the door as he picked up the tablet, brown eyes scanning the text. Popping open the can of M.A.X. Nuclear Energy, he grunted, the blue-lipped cap he wore shifting to cover his expression as he spoke.
"Stole some files, eh ol' man? Must be importan' if yer willin' ter break yer morals," he drawled slowly, and she frowned, looking down at the screen again.
"Apparently she's currently being detained at Mitsu PD HQ, and the--holy shit," she inhaled sharply, fingers digging into the sides of the tablet as she pulled it from his grasp, moving sit on the armrest of the chair as she leaned against the back.
"Om, sweetie, darling. This, the, uh, the reward is three million collics. This... this could settle our debts, tear down the club, and fucking leave. Like, go beyond the walls of Collaroce," she managed to wheeze, waving the tablet back and forth before him. The man moved his feet, setting them on the ground as he smashed the can he had finished off against the top of the table.
"It's false," he belched as he clipped a holster to his waist. "He jus' wants that Satyr dead and is willin' ter piss off clans fer that. Means this shits important. We need ter get the kid, get the info, and do some fuckin' bargainin'."
"Unless he claims a clan stole the collics when he's unable to present it," Casanova slowly said, and Om stiffened, eyes narrowing beneath his low sitting cap as he sipped his drink.
"That would stir some trouble in the underground, 'specially if he's tryna plan somethin' big, or had a plan interfered with," he grumbled.
"It sounds to me that, as you said, this kid took something important, and it seems as if that thing put a stop in whatever plan they had," she started, and the fellow bounty hunter nodded, rising to his feet as he grabbed a double-barrel pistol from the wall and clipped it to his holster.
"The underground is filled with hybrids, criminals, hunters, and gangs. If he were attemptin' ter start a war o' some sort between any o' the clans within those groups, there would be chaos, and any investigation into his lil' project or whatever would be interrupted. Fuckin' smart ass thinks he can get away with shit on mah watch," he growled, stretching.
Casanova nodded in awe, once again silenced by the intelligence her partner had. Her tall ears bounced as she hummed, skipping to her feet as she clicked on the notice. Eyes widening when she realized several others have already accepted the hit, she hissed.
"Darling, we've got some competition," she hissed, scrambling to the front door as she shoved her feet into tall boots. The revealing leotard she wore sparkled brilliantly even in the dark, and she turned, moving to grab a cloak for stealth before a gun pushed her hand away from it.
"I want them to see us comin'. After all, the bitch is really pissin' meh off," he finally said, and she nodded, watching as he pocketed a few more cans of M.A.X.
As he moved to open the door, the tablet Casanova held suddenly lit up, the caller I.D. reading BOSS.
He answered the call immediately, expression set in a bored facade as he peered at the man behind the screen.
"I need the details fer that hit yeh put out," he said, and the man chuckled in response.
"Glad to have you onboard, Bessy."
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