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Warthog was paying? End cocked an eyebrow at the older man, before ultimately shrugging. Maybe there wasn’t a reatioship between the two after all. Not her problem, really. She nodded at the gentleman, before stuffing those three credsticks into her deep pockets. The gun was holstered next, and she turned, uninterested in the riveting revenge story of someone who could run around town with a hole in his stomach, but couldn’t get himself a rocket launcher and blow up a car. Classic more-brawn-than-brains, huh?

[b]“Jiangli, please,” [/b]Josephine said, one hand tossing her hair behind her back, [b]“It was a small job…but I’m never rich enough to be a philanthropist.”[/b]

No need for them to know that she heavily slashed the prices so Mom wouldn’t get any ideas about shelling out more credits to help cover the bill. Like what Gerard did. Damned good people. They’d be so much better off if they just watched after themselves. Plopping herself down on the same sofa as she was in before, the assassin considered brewing coffee for the night, when the proprietress of Café Thaza spoke up about a new mission. 20 dead Mobbers? How [i]impressive.[/i] And those weren’t random attacks either.

[b]“Territorial instincts?” [/b]she mused, [b]“Or is there a particular…”[/b]

The young woman blinked. So that’s why she got that request…

[b]“Ah, the mob that got hit was the Himura Family. Was wondering how they could lose 20 so quickly, when rivals in that district really cared about them.” [/b]