Angels Cry Too
Chapter Seven
"You psycho child! You could have at least warned me before firing off! Geez!" Dante complained loudly as he drove Gem to her employer's headquarters. He was still rather sore about the shock he'd received back at the wharf.
"Chillax Dante. It's not like I actually shot you, and besides, the job's over and done with. No use holding a grudge." Gem shrugged.
"Easy for you to say." Dante growled.
"Oh quit your whining already! Pull over here." Gem pointed at a rich looking business office.
"Here? You're sure this is the place? It looks a little too nice to be a hit man agency." Dante sounded skeptical.
"I'm sure." Gem replied.
Dante pulled the car over and killed the engine. Gem pulled up the hood of her jacked and put on a pair of sunglasses. Sliding coolly out of her seat she glanced back at Dante.
"Follow me." She muttered.
They walked into the building together. On the inside it looked like an average upscale business office.
"We're going upstairs." Gem said to Dante in an undertone.
She led him across the room and up a back stairway. An oak and gold plated door awaited them at the top. Gem knocked on the door five times in quick succession. A small panel in the door slid back to reveal a wary pair of bloodshot eyes staring back at them. Gem pushed down her sunglasses and made eye contact with the guard. The man closed the sliding panel and with a click the door opened.
"Ah, six darling! Do come in!" a man with and upper-class accent called.
He was lounging behind and expensive looking desk in a lavishly furnished office.
"Six?" Dante looked inquiringly at Gem.
"Identity protection. Instead of using our names we go by rank number here. I'm six." Gem whispered.
"Snyder, you owe me big money." She drawled striding forward.
"Hm? What's this? Demanding money without even showing me proper proof? You need to remember your manners six darling." Snyder purred.
He looked like a very wealthy young business entrepreneur. His rich clothing and pampered attitude only served to add on to this image. Gem revealed a bloody jawbone that she'd cut out of one of the defeated demons.
"Good…Good! So you took care of the demon!" Snyder smiled.
"Try demons as in plural. You sent me into a goddamned nest of the Snyder." Gem growled.
"I knew that you could handle it Angel! I never would have sent you on a mission you couldn't finish! I'd never let my favorite little agent get hurt." Snyder cooed.
"This guy…. is sick." Dante thought, the muscle under his right eye twitching.
"Cut the sweet talk and show me the money Snyder, unless you like the taste of hot lead." Gem tapped her handguns.
"Such unpleasantness!" Snyder sighed dramatically.
"Very well then name your price six dear." He said catching sight of Gem's darkening scowl.
"Double my usual fee and the same amount for my accomplice." Gem pointed at Dante.
"And don't you dare bitch at me about the amount. I know you have it." She added.
"Accomplice you say? Just who is this exactly six darling?" Snyder looked at Dante with an appraising eye, his face lighting up.
"This is Dante." Gem said simply.
"Well Dante, if my little angel is working with you, you must be very strong indeed.
"What do you say? Need a job?" Snyder asked.
"Just like a real business man." Dante thought.
"Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass." He replied.
"Quit stalling and cough up the cash Snyder." Gem cut in.
"Very well." Snyder handed over an expensive leather brief case.
"That should be the sufficient amount."
Gem opened up the case and briefly counted the bills and checked for counterfeits. She appeared to be satisfied with what she saw and shut the case with a shadow of a smirk playing on her lips.
" We're leaving now Dante." She said imperiously as she tossed the case to Dante and walked back across the office.
"I'll call you with new commissions soon darling." Snyder called in farewell.
Gem froze with her hand on the doorknob.
"You don't call me Snyder. I call you."
"Congrats Dante, we just made four thousand dollars." She grinned as she walked back downstairs with Dante in tow.
"This girl…" Dante shook his head in disbelief.
"Whoa…wait just a second! You make a thousand dollars a hit?" Dante exclaimed, doing the math.
"Yep." Gem answered smugly. "At the very least."
"That's a lot of pizzas." Dante thought.
"Well that settles it. We're going out to eat!" he said excitedly.
Gem sighed. "Let me guess, we're getting pizza?"
"And she's psychic too! Amazing!" Dante laughed.