The rental car turned a corner, a silver Mercedes that rolled on the cobbled streets of the alleyway. Eron sat at the wheel, his face in a grimace as his partner, Jessica, screamed at him from the passenger seat in Spanish. He couldn't understand what she was saying, save for some curse words, but he picked out the message clear enough. She was pissed at him. He supposed she had a right to be, since he [i]did[/i] make them late. Again. He was never great with punctuality even when there was incentive.

He glanced at her for a moment then turned back to the road for another turn. "You know I can't understand you, right?"

She paused."Idiot," she said with a deep scowl. "You knew this was an important mission. You knew! You were there for the briefing. And what do you do afterwards? You fucking go to sleep!"

"Sorry."

"Sorry my ass. You ain't sorry, you're probably depressed that your sleep got ruined!"

He shrugged. She pretty much hit the mark.

"I can't believe you. How did I end up as your partner? What sort of demon possessed me when I made that choice, sweet Jesus. I can't get a break from you, Eron. All you do is sleep and kill. You can't even wake up to eat! I have to wake you up so you don't starve! What am I? Your mom?"

"That'd be kinda gross."

"Boy!"

"Look, there they are," he said as he pulled over on the curb.

"Don't you get out of the car. I ain't done with you!"

"We got a mission, Jess."

She stared at him in that sort of way she always did when she was pissed off. "You step out this car and I swear you're dead, boy. Step out the car, go ahead. Make my day. Gimmie an excuse to break your fucking legs."

"Aight, ok, I'ma stay in. I ain't getting out."

She started berating him some more and he looked more miserable by the second. All he wanted was to simply step out and get out of his crazy partner's way. She was in a mood and he was the unfortunate bastard caught in her crossheirs. [i]Well fuck me, right?[/i] Eron wished there was some other fool in his place so he could at the least get away, better yet to go sleep, but now that they had some important mission that wasn't possible. An enter family of a bloodline were incompetent enough to have themselves killed. What was the point of them if they couldn't even protect themselves, and here they were trying to clean up the mess and prevent the rest of the bloodlines from panicking and killing each other. That wouldn't do. It'd mean he wouldn't get anymore sleep. Wouldn't do at all. 

Jessica snapped her fingers. "You ain't even paying attention are you?"

"Nah, I am," he said snapping out of his thoughts. "I got you, you pissed. I should sleep less. Or some shit."

She stared at him for another long moment. Then, "Get the fuck out the car."

Before he could even open his door, she was out and slammed the passenger side's hard enough that he was afraid he'd have to pay more for damages. Oh well. He stepped out and they stepped inside the church-like estate and after sitting down on the lavish chairs were told that the Anya girl they were looking for wasn't there. Jessica glared at him as if it was somehow his fault. He could swear on his ma's grave the damn woman would blame him for everything that went wrong, as if he was somehow in control of everything. Shit, if he was he'd fix everything just to get away from her.

She then, thankfully, turned her attention away from him towards the rest of the group. "Does she have any friends in high places or that're particularly resourceful that we know about? She could have used one of them to bunker down in a temporary safe house."