[h3]Mac and Cheese[/h3]
“For crying out loud!” Cheese bellowed. “How many of these gits are there!?”

She had thrown her fist full of fire charms when Damion had appeared but sadly all they had hit was the wall beyond and dotted it with scorch marks. At the very least they had managed to scare off Mark and help V2. Even without a face Mac manged to look somewhat peeved at her, she could easily tell by the way he with his head tilted to the side, and it annoyed her in turn.

“What?” She huffed. “You said I couldn’t take the names of customers, your friends or acquaintances.” – Cheese counted each with her fingers - “You never said anything about people trying to kill us.”

“yeah, yeah, yeah.” Mac relented with a croak, rubbing at the bruises around his throat. “Just…make sure it’s only bad guys whose names you take. How’re you doing V2?”

“That was the plan.” Cheese collected her dagger and thoughtful twirled in her hand. “GUess Mark didn't have much willpower considering how well it worked. What do you think Drake will give for his name?” A glimmer of a smirk appeared on her face.

“I forbid you from asking him for a favour.” Mac snapped as fast as his voice box would allow. “Or anyone else for that matter!”

Cheese simply grunted in response whilst she wondered over to the strange package lying on the ground. It was a box wrapped in cloth with a strange smell emanating from it that Cheese recognised and made her stomach twist. She grimaced and proceeded to gently kick the parcel towards the other two.

“They sent us a head of a Gorgan.” Another kick. “or a Medusa whatever that is.”

“Jesus Christ, they have one of those?” Mac too flinched away from the parcel.
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