It had been a few months since Jerome and Elektra had moved into the apartment.
They were getting bored.
Petty crime can only entertain you so much. They both longed for more.
They had acquired a number of items. Many of which were luxurious: jewellery, nice furniture, new clothes and of course, not forgetting the cache of weapons they had somehow amounted.
Elektra looked at them with her head tilted to the side, arms folded. "They take up so much room," she sighed, "It seems we are outgrowing this place." She turned to Jerome, who was amusing himself by cleaning a bloody knife. "We need a bigger place." She demanded.
"I heard they have new fancy places opening up, near the city hall district." He muttered, his attention still on the knife. He held it up to the light and studied it before bringing it back to the cloth.
"Which we can't afford."
He chuckled and looked up at her, "When have we ever paid for anything, doll?"
Confusion filled her face, he laughed at this.
"You're cute when you pull that face."
"Shut up," she groaned, "What do you propose we do?"
He finished cleaning the knife and admired it, before bringing himself to his feet. "I propose," he began, as he placed the weapon back in its rightful case, "That we do what we usually do, we take what we like." He spoke as if it was nothing.
"So go in guns blazing, then demand they hand over the deed?" she smirked, "Yea, somehow I don't see that happening."
"Why not?" his face was serious. "No on can resist my charm." he cooed.
"No, they can't resist doing what you tell them do because you have a gun to their head."
"Hmm...I never looked at it that way..." he reached over to a small flyer and handed it to her. "The owners are having viewings for the newly completed apartments. I suggest we take a look." he grinned menacingly.
Elektra looked down at the flyer. It stated that the newly furnished, top of the range apartments, were holding a number of private viewings over the next few days. Anyone who was interested, could come along and place an offer or buy one there and then. "A fancy private viewing eh? Could be fun."
"It's always fun with me, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Apart from that time you left me to deal with three cops whilst you went car shopping." she replied sarcastically.
The ginger sighed, "This again."
"Yes, this again! You said we wouldn't get caught. But then-"
"Are we in jail?"
"No but-"
"Then we didn't get caught," he shrugged, "Plus, you got a new car out of it right? Still have all your limbs?"
Elektra grunted, "Jerome my point is-" she was cut off as he slammed his lips against hers. After a few seconds he pulled back, leaving her breathless.
"You worry too much gorgeous." he murmured. "Now, you want that apartment, or not?"
Elektra fixed up her lipstick with a small handheld mirror. She saw Jerome's reflection behind her.
"You look gorgeous as always doll." He reached round and closed the compact mirror. "Quit worrying."
She placed it back in her purse and turned to him. "You of all people should know, little details are everything."
He smirked and handed her a knife, "Ready for some fun?"
"Hell yea." She shoved the weapon in the back of her trousers as the elevator doors opened. They stepped out into the hallway. "If this is what the hallway looks like, then the apartments must be like a palace." She said breathlessly.
Jerome approached the apartment door, number 201, the only one on the top floor and by far, the biggest. He knocked and waited for a reply.
Elektra joined him.
The door was opened shortly after by a man, mid 30s, dressed in a suit, papers in hand and a smile on his face. "Good afternoon, you must be Mr Doe." He held out a hand.
Jerome took it and shook it. "And you must be Mr Fold," He glanced back at Elektra, "This is my fiance, Jane."
Elektra held out her hand and shook the estate agents. "Pleasure."
"Please, come in!" he stood back from the door and allowed them inside. "Now, here we have the reception area. Although small, it is well lit. If you would like to follow me, I will show you the rest." He made his way into the apartment's main room, the two followed. "And here we have the main room, the err...living room if you will. Fantastic view of the city of course." He motioned to the large window, it took up nearly the whole wall.
Elektra walked over and gazed out of it. "Oh it's beautiful! Don't you agree honey?" she placed a hand on the glass.
"She's always had a thing for nice views." Jerome chuckled to the agent. "She would happily spend hours gazing out of it."
The estate agent smiled in reply and motioned towards the kitchen, "The kitchen will come furnished with all the necessary appliances of course, cooker, dishwasher, washing machine etcetera."
The pair walked around the rest of the apartment looking impressed and interested. The trio came to stop in the middle of the living room.
"Now the base price is half a million."
"Price isn't an issue, is it dear?" Jerome stood in front of the estate agent.
"Of course not," she replie, she was looking out of the window, "But I think we could bargain a little, don't you honey?"
"Oh of course," he smiled, "After all, we are all friends here, aren't we, Mr Fold."
The estate agent smiled. Not understanding the danger he was in. "Well the owner would conciser a 5% discount if-"
"Only five?" Elektra tilted her head a little, "I am disappointed."
"Oh, not good," Jerome shook his head and leaned into the agent, his voice a humorous murmur, "She can get a handful when she's disappointed, you know how women are."
The estate agent looked down at the paperwork in his hand. "Well...maybe I could get him to increase it to 8%-"
"Hear that darling? 8%, what do you think of that?"
Elektra walked over and stood next to the man, looking down at the paperwork. "Hmm...oh I have another offer," she held out her hand, "May I?"
He handed her the paperwork.
She looked over the few pages, then back at him, "Have you a pen?"
He patted himself down and produced a black pen from his chest pocket.
She took it with a smile.
Jerome watching closely.
"Thank you." she smiled. She looked over the paperwork again, put a line through the 8% typed onto the paper and wrote next to it 100%. "I think that's much better," she handed the paperwork back to the estate agent, "Don't you?"
He looked down somewhat confused. "Erm...don't you mean...10%?"
"Why, what has she put?" Jerome asked.
"Erm...100%...discount."
"Now that sounds like a good deal! Well done Jane, dear!" he beamed at Elektra.
The estate agent chuckled nervously, "I...think you misunderstand. I can't give you it for 100%."
"Why not?" Elektra asked, sounding disappointed.
"Because...that means," he chuckled, "That means it would be free..."
"And?" Jerome smiled. "Is that a problem?"
He looked down at the paperwork. "Erm...well-" he felt a knife pressed to his throat. His eyes shot up and looked to his side to see Elektra holding a sharp blade to him. A small sound escaped him.
"Is that a problem?" Elektra asked slowly.
Mr Fold was too scared to reply, but managed to croak out a single word, "N-no."
"Fantastic," she handed Jerome the pen, "Would you sign please darling?"
"Of course honey!" he took the pen and held out his hand.
The agent handed over the paperwork slowly and watched him as he signed it.
Jerome turned the paper to face Elektra.
With her free hand, she took the pen and signed next to Jerome's signature.
"Thank you so much, its been a pleasure." Elektra smiled.
The man began to speak, but was cut short as the blade was sliced across his throat.
The couple watched as he fell to his knees, his hands around his bloodied throat. He fell face downward into the floor.
Jerome sighed. "We haven't even moved in yet and already you've made a mess."
Elektra moved some of her hair from her eyes, leaving a bloody mark on her forehead. "I will clean it up." she shrugged. "Although, it may leave a stain..."
"Hmm..." Jerome looked down at the body lying in a growing pool of blood. "Oh!" he held up a finger, "We could get a nice big rug to cover it, one of those deep shaggy ones."
"I've always wanted one of those!" she smiled.
A knock at the door interrupted their conversation.
Jerome made his way over to the door and looked through the peep-hole. It was another couple who had come for a viewing.
He opened the door with a smile.
The couple turned to look at him with a smile and the man opened his mouth to talk, Jerome beat him to it.
"Sorry, it just came off of the market."