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If there was something Muzzen enjoyed it was those calm afternoons in the club. Right before the storm of tourists would hit them. He used to work as a bouncer, guarding the door with Jes or at times even Mar, but with Kaz gone, he was the boss's right hand. He was her captain.
So he used his position. Sitting at the gang's private table, feet propped with a book resting on his thighs. He whistled, attempting to understand the words on the page. He wasn't the type that would take out a book simply out of a wish to read. No, there was a girl he did it for. Don't get him wrong, he'd do it for a reasonable price too. Nothing was difficult if he was paid a reasonable amount and right now he was living pretty tight.
He saved all the money he could, taking any job Kaz offered. But ever since he left there were only small jobs he and Rotty managed. He missed the time of crazy heists and plans that led nowhere but somehow worked out perfectly. He could use more of it now than ever.
As he turned the page he heard the familiar stumble of feet, a mixture of a perfect soldier and a too-casual cocky walker mixed with expensive soles.
"Yes, boss?" he asked, eyes never leaving the page.
"I've got a job for you," she announced, taking a seat, the waiter immediately placed a drink in front of her.
"I'm all yours." He chuckled, shutting the book and storing it away.
"It's nothing too complex. You start this afternoon." She brought the glass up to her lips, taking a big sip.
"Am I giving a good beating to one of them Razorgulls?"
"If it comes to it yes." She slammed the glass with a loud thud. "You'll take our star scientist to warehouse six. There I need you to keep an eye on her and around you. I can't have them Razorgulls gawking at my most prized Shu."
