"Uh, yeah, sure. But before I accept," He interrupted himself with a suspicious frown. "Who do you want me to break out of what jail?"
Falconice chuckled and glanced up as the hawk reappeared, holding a bottle of red wine in his beak. "0 bc." He announced the date it was made, setting it on the table and popping the cork, then pouring half a glass to Scar and Falconice each. Falconice smiled up at him and shooed him away with a paw. He frowned, but left.
"I want you to break my best friend, Junkboy, out of the Gaol."
"No." He declined immediately - she was crazy. She had to be. There was no way he was going to break anyone out of the Gaol.
"I'll come with you." She purred, fixing him with her hypnotic pink orbs. "I'll supply you with the explosives you need, and I'll pay you a lot."
"How much?"
"Three million." She said simply. His jaw dropped and she pushed it closed with a paw, claws unsheathed.
"T-three million? How did you get that?" He questioned, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that she had just casually offered him three million, all the explosives he needed and herself just to break someone out of jail. No, out of the Gaol.
"Who am I supposed to break out again?"
"Junkboy."
"Wait-"
"Yep. Break him out and you get three million." Her optics narrowed slightly.
"Uhm. I'll do it only if you promise Junkboy won't kill me."
"Deal." She stuck out her paw.
He shook it.
"Alright."
His tail lashed out and grabbed the glass of wine, swirled it and took a small sip. It was pretty good for 2000 years. He smiled. "You should have some." He offered, pushing her glass towards her. Falconice returned the smile and picked up the glass, her claws tapping on the glass and making a small clinging sound. His tongue darted out and he drained the glass. Falconice set her glass down without drinking anything.
The hawk that served them flew over to them with a grin on his face. "Ready to pay?" He squawked eagerly. Falconice glanced at him out of the corner of her swirly optics, stood up, nodded to Scar and left with a "I'll pick you up tomorrow in the morning."
And by tomorrow in the morning meant two a.m. in the morning. She, somehow having managed to climb up the side of his building wall, smashed the glass window to his house, jolting him from his sleep. She hopped into his room and landed on dainty paws.
"Wakey wakey, rise and shine, shithead." She said, walking up to him and slamming a paw against his side. "Scar, get up. Time to do your job." She snapped, lashing her tail angrily. Scar blinked sleepily and yawned, his maw stretching over 180º. His tail wrapped around his body and he made a sound of protesting before sliding his head underneath the covers. The female huffed angrily and she slammed a claw down onto his bed, ripping the sheets. The tip of her talon scratched his stomach and he shot out of his bed with a startled hiss bursting from the bottom of his throat.
"Oh my gosh Falconice please don't do that." He said, glaring at her in disgust.
"Time to go break my friend out of jail."
"Ya gotta pay to play." He murmured, quoting a game he liked playing. His raspy voice matched the woman's exactly. She lifted an eyebrow. "Vera? Seriously?" She obviously knew the game too. He lifted his head and glanced at her out of the corner out of his eye. "Yeah. Vera Montello. You got a problem with that?"
"Naw. But as we said, I'll pay you after I get my friend." She said, sitting onto her haunches and crossing her paws over her chest, pursing her lips. "I don't have time to listen to you and your stupid quotes. The only reason I'm here is because I hired you to help me."
He glared at her. "But where are the explosives? I don't see any. Oh no, oops." He covered his mouth with his tail and faked a sad smile, the bottom half of his lip sticking out and his jaw stretching out. "I guess we can't break your friend out of jail. Now go away. I'm going to sleep. Bye." He made to lie down again and and clamped her jaws around his neck right behind his head, at the pressure point, and shook, rattling his bones. A groan escaped him as he felt all his joints relax. He felt a smile slip onto her face and blinked, narrowed his optics in concentration as he tried to regain control over his body. She shook him again and he managed a hiss.
"Will you help me, Scar." It wasn't a question but an order, and a firm one. She loosened the pressure a little bit so he could breathe and he immediately tried to slip out. She smacked a claw against his tail, holding him in place against the floor, and bit down again, trapping his head. He moaned. She frowned. "Scar, I said earlier yesterday I will pay you after you do the job."
He grunted but a small yes slipped out. Satisfied, she let him go and he dropped to the wooden ground with a thud, landing painfully. To make her point clear she slapped him again. "Select your mask and get ready." She ordered. He nodded and got painfully to his whatever and basically limped over to his table. It took him two tries to get up, the second with a shaking to tighten his muscles. Falconice watched his every move through narrowed optics. He looked up at his selection of masks and decided on a snake one, specially folded to suit his face after he threatened the previous owner with decapitation. He fitted it over his head and turned back to look at Falconice, the lamp she clicked on reflecting against his visor. She raised a figurative brow and the corner of her maw tugged upwards.
"Well then, let's go. But first, let me do some magic."
