Due to a combination of factors which consisted of but weren't limited to, confirming the wallet had an acceptable amount of cash for a bit of payment before locking Loganson into a more devious stream of debt, failing to memorize the next address of another client who needed to see collections and [i]being short[/i], while Mysva Kortis was moving away from that apartment block she did not move away from this building quick enough. Because of this she had an unexpected encounter with a motorcyclist goon ([@Warborn123]). 

As she was shoved Missy glared at him and gestured her nail-spiked baseball bat in his vicinity. [color=00aeef]"Oi watch wh-"[/color] and Missy found herself interrupted by a [i]gunshot[/i]. Her eyes were dilated as she found herself drawn to look back at the scene. Yes this debtor learned that [i]death[/i] was the only other inevitable besides his [i]'taxes'[/i]. With her mouth agape and lips quivering a bit she just stared at the scene. 

[color=00aeef]"[b]C'mon![/b] Cripes what kinda savage... A straight up shooting just [i]complicates[/i] matters."[/color] Missy exclaimed clearly exacerbated. She simply shook her head when a serendipitous thought occurred to her. She leaned her baseball bat against a nearby wall as she dug through the ammunition from her purse and pulled out her cellphone. As it was powered on she began to scroll through contacts before pulling up something listed as "Kalom's Smoking Hogs".

[color=00aeef]'Aisle spill; fresh pork on sale.'[/color] With that somewhat coded message texted out, the dwarf returned her phone to her purse as she collected her bat. 

[color=00aeef]"Like hey dude, or dudette, dunno frankly don't care. Like I don't give a flying cosmic geode about whatever the bastard has in, you can swindle the place [b]buuuuuuuut[/b]..."[/color] Missy used her baseball bat to gesture at the corpse of the ex-debtor and drug dealer, [color=00aeef]"This right here, this is my property now. So don't bother me during transport kay? [i]Don't want things getting messy[/i] well [b]messier[/b]."[/color] with that said the dwarf grabbed a hold of one of the cadaver's arms and began pulling. She glanced back at the motorcyclist goon as she continued to pull on the corpse, [color=00aeef]"Oh and [i]sweetie[/i], next time before you use swear words, at least us ones that have a proper context; can't be a rock-humper without the [i]necessary chisel[/i]. Try gravel gargler."[/color]

Finishing with that quip Missy once again returned her focus onto moving the body away from this property and make her way to that particular, well as certain euphemisms would put it a 'road kill conservationist', or to those who prefer brutal honesty 'a black alley "doctor" who doesn't mind harvesting organs for others to sell on the black market'.