Making A Killing

Mr. Darling

Authors note: Ok so i've been wirting this story and I'm not even sure if its any good, I really hope it is cause its good for me writing it.  If you do manage to read it out of all the many other stories on here and you do like it please please pleaaasse tell me as sometimes I just think "FUCK IT" and want to delete the whole thing cause I think its a pile of dog turds.

I emerged from Mrs. Whites offices and breathed deeply, talking to the boss always got me riled up I hated him with the fiery passion of a thousand horny nuns, what pissed me off even more was he seemed to get off on it.

A black beemer pulled up in front of my and the window rolled down to reveal Paul.

"M'lady" he greeted me.

"What's happening Paul?" I asked hurrying around the car to the passengers side. Mrs. White's smug face when she told me how late I was, was still fresh in my mind I wasn't in the mood for small talk but Paul was important to me, the only person around here that dares open their mouth in my presence, I couldn't give him the cold shoulder.

"This is a bit tame for you isn't it?" he asked jabbing his finger toward the backseat where a brown folder lay.

I reached behind and grabbed it, "What do I know? I'm just the dog"

He paused, "What happened?"

"Nothing happened" I answered opening the folder and skimming the text apparently Mr. darling was marked for death, after i had safely extracted the information i was meant to find him later on tonight and kill him. "I'm always pissed off after an encounter with Jervain"

"Ah" he said smiling and starting the car, "I definitely wouldn't say your the dog, your too good looking for that, if I had to pick a household animal I'd say the cat, much more sneaky"

I cracked a smile even thought I didn't want to. On the first page strapped to the inside of the brown files was a beautiful ring, I picked it up and examined it. Two sapphires on either side of a large white diamond encrusted in white gold twinkled up at me, I never was one for jewellery but this piece looked mighty fine.

"Whats this?" I asked holding it up to the light, rainbow reflections danced around the car, "is this how we're paying them now?"

Paul glanced over before nodding, "it's untraceable apparently. they take it down to the nearest pawn shop and get their moneys worth, no one will believe them if one day they decide to tell everyone they got it for trading secrets with the government"

"Whatever" I shrugged slipping the ring onto a finger, "as long as I'm not getting shot at I'm happy" I said glancing over at him as he drove us out of the street, "What have we got here?"

I always let Paul read my people files, I called them that because every single thing you could think to know about a person was in here, their shoe size, whether they liked ketchup or mustard, how many sheets of toilet paper they used, the list goes on.

He shrugged, "Exactly what you see in the picture, a little rat"

On the very first page was a picture of Mr. Joe Darling, my snitch. A very short stubby man, he didn't have much going on up and down the way but he had it all going off at the sides, overly large muscled arms covered in tribal tattoos. His hair was almost non-existent, just the few stragglers clinging onto hope at the sides, his face was a deep red and I didn't think that was because this picture was taken on a sunny day.

"I'm one lucky girl" I muttered unclasping it from the paper and stuffing it into my jeans pocket, "Where are we going?"

Paul glanced at me while driving, "you don't know?"