"Goddamn fucking shit." Aria snarled, throwing the pile of papers forward and observing it spilling over the desk. There was nothing. NOTHING.
All the information about that one particular gang from Saskatchewan was nowhere to be found. Aria growled and she looked around, even though she was sure nothing had the right to be there even. She brought every single one folder she was ever in possession of, and then she had spent way too many hours in the archive than she would want to admit. At the same time she had the hint that there had to be something she had been missing. Like she knew something, and yet she had forgotten about that.
"Fuck my life, I hate feeling like that." She snarled in the moment her phone started vibrating with the call. She picked it up, not even looking who was that.
"Hitman agency 'Point and click'. To whom I'd be owing the pleasure?" she asked with a very morbid tone, and then hearing a snort of laughter on the other side.
