Chapter 4:Shadowy Companions

The limping demon staggered through the corridor, smashing things and leaving a trail of blood across the floor behind him. He found the door he needed, and crashed through,

"Sir, w-we found the dog you told us to. A large black one, with a heart-diamond pattern. We-we attacked him...It was like nothing I've ever seen! There were 50 of us, and he just...we didn't stand a chance. I just made it back to r-r-r-r-r-report..."The demon fell to the floor and took one last, shuddering breathe, then was still.

"Failure...We will have to get those other dogs to kill him...those 'expert' killers."

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Sean smiled and spat blood of the demons from his mouth. Who keeps sending me these newbies? They should know that these untrained idiots stand no match against me.

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Melowaur and Delaun walked up to the desk in the front room of the old abandoned warehouse."We're here to see Mr. Seroway, if he's in."Delaun said, his award-winning, lady killer of a smile flashing across his face.

"Do you have an appointment?"said the female secretary. She barely glanced at them before saying, "No, you don't. I suppose that means its official business."She pressed a button on the intercom and said," Mr. Seroway, two dogs here to see you!", then waved the pair off down the hall and continued with her work.

"Well, that was easy." said Delaun, laughing, as they walked down the corridor.
They stopped at a large, oak door that said," Mr. Seroway."The job description had been scratched off. The pair knocked and walked inside.

The inside of the room was furnished with fine carpets, a large bookcase, several books, a flat screen TV, a large mahogany desk, and two large armchairs. Delaun and Melowaur walked in and sat in these.

Mr. Seroway was, apparently, a very fat cat. He turned the chair around slowly and examined the two dogs before him before leaning forward, placing his elbows on the desk and his head on his paws.

"What can I do for you?"he purred in a heavy Russian accent."We're here about a hit that went down last night on a couple of our friends."Melowaur said in perfect Russian.

"We want to know who paid for it, how much they paid, and how much information they gave you."Delaun said, also in perfect Russian. Seroway was surprised, shocked, and even a little angry.

"That is none of your business!"Seroway purred, still in accented English."Oh, I believe it is..."Delaun put a large briefcase on the table and opened it, revealing several stacks of hundred dollar bills, all stacked neatly.

Seroway's eyes widened, but he quickly composed himself."Ah, so you are, shall we say, assosciates of these people?"Seroway asked, winking.

"Exactly," said Melowaur, switching back to English. They both sat back quietly as Seroway proceeded to describe the dogs who had paid him and his hit men $10 million to kill all the dogs in Charlie and Sasha's apartment, then another $30 million to kill a black dog with a heart-diamond pattern on his chest that very morning.

The two dogs left 30 minutes later, after Seroway had finished the story."Boss! You got a crack team of killers headed your way!"Melowaur said into his walkie talkie. He listened for a few minutes, then said, "No response."