Titanomachy

Hera, Queen of the Gods

"I'm so sorry," Nyx apologized to the blonde woman sitting before her, now wearing a coffee.

"There's a certain irony in naming the toxin Ambrosia after a food that, in Greek myths, promised immortality." Olivier gripped Nyx's arm, "You laced the coffee in it. Now tell me, why did Zeus send you to kill me?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, ma'am. It's just coffee."

She tore Nyx's sleeve up, revealing a tattoo of a lightning bolt. "This is the tag of Olympus. Who are you?" She released Nyx, and rolled her own sleeve to the elbow, displaying an identical tattoo.

"Nyx."

Olivier nodded, "Zeus is going to have to try harder if he wants to kill me."

"Who... are you?" Nyx looked the woman up and down, "What's your codename?"
"Hera," She introduced, "Queen of Olympus. You've got the unfortunate luck of working for me now."

Nyx moved for the pistol tucked in her belt at the small of her back, but Olivier swept Nyx's feet from under her, dropping her to the sidewalk.

"What did you do to me?" Nyx demanded, inspecting her tattoo. Beneath the ink, her skin bubbled and boiled.

"I've laced you with a toxin of my own design, an upgraded version of Ambrosia." Olivier used a compact mirror to apply her cherry red lipstick, "It slows your reaction time. In about twelve hours, it'll paralyze your muscles, and within, oh..." She glanced at her watch, "Eighteen hours, you'll die in excruciating pain. Or, you can help me bring down Zeus, reclaim my position, and I'll give you the antidote. Your decision."

She held her own life in her hands. That was her rule.

"Fine." Nyx stood and dusted off her pants, "I'll help you."

"Good," Olivier sneered.

"How are we supposed to bring down this country's most powerful mob boss in eighteen hours?" Nyx asked. When Olivier gestured to the seat across from her, Nyx took it. "I'm not going to get myself killed for you."

"Well, first, I'll need proof you're not going to double-cross me. My man is on his way to pick up... Desmond, is it?"

"Leave my dog out of this."

"He'll be returned, safely, to your custody as soon as I get what I want. However, if you betray me, I can't promise you'll get him back in one piece.

"If you're going to work for me, I can't very well call you Nyx. What's your name?"
"Nyx."

"I think you misunderstand me." Olivier leaned in close, "I said your real name."

"Nyx," She repeated. "This is a business deal. You give me the antidote, I help you bring down Zeus, then we part ways. There's no friendship, no buddy-buddy."

"If that's what you'd prefer," Olivier stuck out a hand to shake Nyx's, "Pleasure doing business with you."