Sisters Grimm

The Good Bargain

11:55....11:56....11:57....11:58....11:59....12:00p.m; as the clock struck afternoon the twins sat silently with their backs to the empty bar entrance. The eldest of the twins, Riley, tapped her we'll manicured nails which were pained a dark purple. Her impatience was infamous among all of her victims and most of all her sister; she had a knack for being exactly on time or early.

"They're not coming. I am going home; this ridiculous idea of yours failed. " She coldly snapped.

Before Romy could counter, the bell dinged, and a legion of voices entered the once silent room. Her grey eyes stared into the mirror in front of them; she studied their every movement, picking up on their every weak spot in their body. Riley hated when people are late. The blonde didn't speak a word when addressed.

"No answer?" a thick British accent asked curtly.

The twins didn't move accept for the purple nails clicking against the bar top. Six pair of eyes went back and forth among themselves, but when they didn't get any words from them; one of the members had a stupid idea, "Figures, women never seem to be reasonable."

Riley's green eyes narrowed and made all six men jump in surprise when she turned with a revolver pointed at them. Her hand wasn't shaky. It was very firm which made the men know she wasn't playing around with anybody.

"Now, let's get three things straight: 1. This wasn't my idea, 2. My sister wanted to see what you idiotic barbaric men needed, and lastly I hate late. "

"Understood, but this is New Orleans at lunch hour; traffic. " The one voice that shook her every defense, "now, let's talk." He stated sitting at the large table, followed by the other members.

Riley and Romy stayed on their stools but turned to face them; Riley crossed her arms and wait for them to state their needs and business. When nobody spoke up, Romy took her chance to try to make peace.

"As you know as well as we do, you are in desperate need of my work. Why?" her voice thick with accent unlike her sister whose was more Americanized.

"Ours aren't reliable anymore; you are in very high demand, but we need your sisters field knowledge as well. We are willing to give you each a portion of the money." Ross's voice firm.

Romy and Riley looked at each other. His reasons were very simple but trustworthy, " If we do this, the meetings will be at our warehouse, and we have room for each to stay because my sister will need to individualize each weapon to the person. Takes up to a two weeks. " Riley's voice matched the mans tone to a t.

The men couldn't argue because they all wanted a nice new gun of their own. Barney didn't like their home turf terms, but he needed their help.

"Deal. When do we begin? "

"Today. Our warehouse at 5. No later!" Riley snapped; Romy never made an effort to reenter the conversation, "weapon room access for access to your mission files for Romy to find the information you will need or possibly use."

The two head honchos shook hands on the deal; Riley nodded for her sister to follow. For the first time, Barney and Gunnar finally got to see their full bodies; each of the six men had to admit the red head had an impressive tattoo collection. Barney stares at his team.

"You heard the ladies; let's get rolling."

The bar cleared out with a sense of anticipation and excitement of what was to come, but none of them would ever be able to fathom the vast knowledge and high tech tools these women possessed.