The curtains were pulled, Neil taking a deep breath and stepping in. The floor was wooden paneled, half draped in carpets with a various mix of designs. The walls were half laquered by a specialist who had likely been shot before he could finish, considering there were three bullet holes near a partially finished piece of the wall. Curtains covered the far side of the room's corner, but Stinger wasn't there like she had been last time. Instead she sat on the comfortable couch he took to be her perch, deceptively dainty shoulders outstretched, her arms resting atop the back of the couch. There was something about a woman's narrow shoulders that men found appealing, likely the biological equivalent of a woman enjoying the strength and breadth of a man's. Neil had to appreciate the view, even moreso when he found a gangly man in goggles was finishing up a tattoo on her left shoulder. Opposite of him was a mutant fanning her with a torn bit of plasteel from an overturned military ground vehicle from some unknown intervention in the past. 

"Yo, we need to talk." Neil said. The two around her seemed bewildered he spoke to her in such a manner, but she merely turned her head, eyes peeking through the coy wave of her dark hair. She smirked, her full lips curved into a predatory smile. She let out a 'tch' to the tattoo artist. He scurried off like the rat he epitomized, passing Neil and clutching his 'tools' with him. The mutant followed, pushing past Neil by shouldering him. Neil grinned, somehow getting a sick kick at anyone who was unnecessarily hostile towards him. No wonder he got into so much trouble back on Fotus. 

"Sit down, scuttler." She offered him; commanded him he felt. 

She patted the seat beside him, but he pretended not to notice, sitting across from her. The ruined coffee table both polished and roughed up through various wear and tear. She grabbed a bottle of some dark liquid on the tabletop and took a swig of it, never taking her eyes off him. The bottle firmly in her lips as she practically inhaled the rest of the drink, likely suggesting what else she might do with her lips by the glint in her dark eyes. When she finished, she wiped her mouth and let out a herculean burp that shook Neil's ears. Somehow she reminded him of Junebug in a fashion in multiple ways, though in a lot of ways he saw how dissimilar they were. 

"So, what can I do for you?" The mob leader said, splaying her hands out to hear him. Her hands rested on the back of the couch once more, her heroic bosom thrust out, shapely legs crossed. "Your captain's not here, I see. Or the little girl. I was planning on getting you alone, but not in this circumstance." 

"Oh you mean your twelve dead guys?" 

"Uh huh." 

"I saw it happen-" 

"Let me guess..." She said, sardonically. "You and your team didn't lose a member but all of my men died miraculously in a freak attack from my long time rivals?" 

"Are you saying you wouldn't believe that if that's what I said?" 

"I'm saying I don't lose twelve men and not kill someone." Stinger remarked, and with the look in her eyes he fully expected her to be able to kill him. Whether it was a gun hidden in the couch or from sheer will. Neil still acted casual as she continued. "You're hot, but that won't save you if you can't convince me that whatever you're here for is worth my while. Maybe I'll kill your team and make you my bitch before killing you, that'll settle things." 

"Hold on," Neil laughed, holding his hands up. "What is with all this hostility? Look, I didn't kill your team. And I'll do you one better...I and my team are prepared to make an attack on the spiders. We know where they keep some of their drugs, and we're going to raid it with your go ahead. If you want to join us, feel free, [i]but[/i] we interrogated a spider before we killed him. Not only that but-" 

"You," She said menacingly. "are not off the hook. But..." Her words turned husky. "Maybe we can work something out, if the prize is big enough. But that is a big if, scuttler. We can discuss your debt to me after we take the drug house. You and your team are going to be on-call, as it were, to attack when I say with my team, within eyesight of me at all times. If you get off your leash, I'll sic my other dogs on you. If you're good, I'll see to it you live, along with a fair amount of pay. Deal?" 

She leaned forward, holding her hand out to shake. He thought for a moment, and realized he had no choice. He held his hand out to shake. She took it, and with surprisingly strength she yanked him across the table and grabbed him by the neck, nose to nose. 

"Don't fuck up." She warned, hot breath on his face. Her fingers clenched on his jaw, opening it involuntarily as she kissed him, hungrily and thoroughly. Neil did his best not to kiss back, and he stumbled away when she pushed him off. Pointing at the curtain, she dismissed him and plopped down on the couch again. "Now scuttle off and tell your crew my terms. If they don't agree, you're all dead." 
[@Penny]