Fic of a girl based off myself in Team Magma.
The alleyway was dimly lit as was the young woman's face, her hood shadowing her features and making the situation look more intimidating that it really was. The suited man strolled slowly to their meeting point with a dark smile, one that hardly left his face at all. She was surprised, though, that nobody was with him, and guessed his minions were laying low close by. The Houndoom growled by it's master's side protectively and, behind it, two Mightyena followed suit. Their trainers tensed, keeping guard of the scene, as was their orders for the next several minutes - or however long it would take.
"What do you want?" She sighed irritably, throwing the cigarette she fumbled around between her fingers to the floor, carelessly failing to stub it out with her foot. "I thought you said you were gonna' leave me alone in my new job."
"So, you're not happy to see me?" He spoke still with the smile and brought a small brown package into view. This caused the trio to tense, automatically expecting a gun, but then relaxed slightly, yet suspiciously.
"Like fuck I am. What's that?" The woman nodded at the parcel.
"Your last pay check, if you still want my dirty money, Katrica." With a single throw, it landed in Katrica's hands, and she managed to stifle a smile.
"Yea, thanks, whatever. Now fuck off before my pet gets stuck into your leg."
End of that part