Blake
Good morning, hired gun.
BunnytheKiller
Limiting, don’t you think? I use other weapons as well.
Or perhaps objectifying.
Blake
Agreed. I don’t like that one, either.
How about terminator?
BunnytheKiller
I don’t know whether that sounds like an old movie or someone who deals with cockroaches.
Blake
I refute that Terminator is an old movie, but I do have a Fred Astaire vibe.
BunnytheKiller
Is that a brand of insect repellent?
Blake
It’s bunny attractant. Like the kitten.
When are you coming over to deal with the infestation?
BunnytheKiller
When you make it sound less gross.
Understandable.
I sigh and run my hand frustratedly through my hair. We’ve been playing this game for days now.
It’s enjoyable, but not enough. And the part of me that fixes problems with money or power is becoming increasingly impatient.
Bunny is my obsession, and I crave more. Her strict rationing goes against all my instincts.
How can I move this along?
My phone buzzes and I jump on it, my shoulders slumping when I see it’s the project manager for the Essex Cartel hit.
Aaron
Steve from Mayfair is sending us that bullet we talked about via Paddington Station, so we can identify if it’s from the same gun as was used against us last week from the marks on the casing. Can you authorise me to pick it up, or would you rather go yourself?
I blink.
Ohhhh shit. Of course.
I’m an idiot.
