Extra Muscle

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"Want some overtime tomorrow?" I asked as Striker sauntered through the door. The imp tipped the brim of his hat up so he could see me better. 

I was sitting on the floor of the entrance room where I kept my computer, brushing Shiva. The overly large lap cat was purring like a lawnmower, thoroughly enjoying the pampering. 

"I could use some extra cash, what do you have in mind?" Striker replied, taking a seat at the computer. This had become his normal post, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was because I had invested in a rather comfortable gaming chair.

"I've got a buyer coming to pick up some wholesale," I answered as I plucked fur out of the brush before resuming Shiva's grooming, "He's a new client and I don't quite trust the vibe he's giving off."

Striker shrugged, leaning back in his seat, "So you want me to stand in as some extra muscle then?"

"I want you to blow the asshole's brain out if he tries anything shady," I clarified, looking up into his neon gaze. My reply made him grin. 

"Sounds like a fun change of pace," The imp said with a shrug, "Consider me in."

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