Existence

Mission almost Impossible

They both walked into the shop and began browsing, a small scrawny man, who couldn't have been more than 16 or 17 asked from the counter, "Anything I can help you ladies find?" Willow waltzed up to the counter and leaned on it, "There is actually. My friend and I here are looking for a record called the Blue Serpent." The boy's expression changed slightly, "Blue serpent? Not a common band." Willow nodded, "Very true, but it is a favorite of my uncle's." The boy's expression changed again, "Which edition?" Willow leaned a little closer, "Silver." The boy leaned his head back a little, "Silver? That's a bit of a rare edition."

Willow stood up straight, "Only 50 copies made and sold I am told." Natasha had walked closer and tilted her head a little at the exchange. At Willow's last statement the boy stood straight up, "I think perhaps we might have one in the back. Come with me." Willow shot a glance at Natasha and the two of them followed the boy into the back. When they went past the curtain hanging in the doorway there were several rough looking men sitting around on sofas. One shirtless man, covered in tattoos stood and glared at the boy, "Who are these broads?"

The boy shoved his hands in his pockets, "They are looking for the silver edition of the blue serpent. For their uncle." The tone the boy used caused Natasha to raise a brow at Willow, who only smirked and advanced on the large shirtless man, who had turned his attention to the women. The boy scurried back to the front of the store while Willow stopped less than a foot away from the large man. She looked him up and down as the man questioned, "Wanna talk to the boss, eh?" Purple flashed in Willow's eyes for a moment as she replied, "And what is wrong with that?"

The man looked down at Willow, his eyes flashing purple, suddenly his demeanor changed, "Come with me." Willow glanced back at Natasha then turned back to the man, "My friend here too. Package deal sort of thing." The man looked up at Natasha before putting an arm around Willow, "As you wish. Come with me."

Natasha followed closely behind as the man led Willow down a hallway, his arm glued around her as he did. Then he opened the door and shuffled Willow in ahead of him. Natasha stepped in to see the man released Willow and walked up to a man behind a desk. He seemed younger and better dressed than the large shirtless man leaning on the desk.

They exchanged a few words too muffled for Natasha or Willow to hear, Natasha leaned towards Willow, "That was almost too easy." Willow smirked at Natasha, "That was the easy part princess. What comes next is going to make or break the mission. So keep your mouth shut and let me work." Natasha rolled her eyes as the shirtless man turned and gestured to Willow, "This is her."

The man behind the desk looked at Willow, then Natasha up and down, before waving the other man away, "Let us be." Without another word the shirtless man left and the man behind the desk, Ryan, motioned for Willow to come closer, "I am all ears." Willow walked around the desk as the man raised his brow, but said nothing. Willow's eyes had gone solid purple again as she leaned over Ryan's chair, placing a hand on either armrest. "Ryan darling, I came for one particular purpose. And if I can accomplish what I set out to do, then I can pay handsomely."

Ryan seemed to be thinking for a moment before his eyes flashed purple, he glanced up at Natasha then back to Willow, "And what are you looking for?" Willow leaned a little closer, "I want the paper proof of a shipment that was meant to go out last night. But got stopped. I want to know everyone involved, you see, my boss was expecting that shipment. And he wants to know who was responsible."

The man stared at Willow, "And why would he pay me for that information?" Willow climbed onto Ryan's lap as she spoke low, "I never said he was the one paying you. I came as payment." Ryan's gaze still held the purple hue as he spoke, "You as payment? Deal." Willow smirked, "Papers first, pleasure after." Natasha stepped forward, "That wasn't a part of the plan." The man's eyes began to loose the purple hue as Willow glared at Natasha, then turning back to the man her eyes flashed brighter purple, "After we see the papers from his employer, we give him what he wants."