So this chapter, I'll be introducing two new OC's which I really hope doesn't bother you. I don't want to give you guys an overload and I promise not to create more than I need. Once again, thank you all for the fabulous reviews which I appreciate as always especially since a lot of you have been commenting of how "human" Andrea seems which is exactly what I'm going for. Here's the new chapter! Hope you like it!

Rough Chapter 11

I stood there unable to move as he glared down at me and took an automatic step back in defense. He was terribly tall, easily over 6 feet. He was also wearing a "monster hunter" type of fedora and a menacing gas mask, making him look all the more intimidating. My hands shook in fear and I dropped the scalpel I was carrying and it made a clanking sound as it fell to the floor. Again he repeated the question he had asked when he first caught me.

"Who are you and what are you doing in here? Hello? Are you deaf?"

"I-I…." I could do nothing but stutter. I can't believe that I had been caught. What was I going to do now? Where was Luigi? Crap. I can't move.

"Are you going to answer my question or am I going to have to beat it out of you?"

"No, no, please!" I finally managed. "I was just-"

He grabbed onto my shoulders. "Just stealing one of my favorite weapons? Shall I use it on you?"

"Jack! Cut it out! You're scaring the poor girl!" said another voice.

I looked over his shoulder and saw that another Repo man was there, except this guy was unmasked. He was holding his mask at his side, a wolf's head.

"Seriously man, why do you have to go and scare off all the Genterns? What have they ever done to you?"

"She was stealing some our equipment! See?" he said, indicating the gigantic scalpel on the floor.

The other guy rolled his eyes. "Wow. A Gentern wanted to borrow a scalpel. That's completely abnormal."

"What could she possibly need something as big as that one for?"

"Why not let go of the little lady and ask her yourself?"

"Fine." said Jack, finally releasing his grip on me. "Sorry." He mumbled.

I rubbed my arms and picked up the scalpel, handing it to him. "Here. I wasn't stealing anything. I had to use it for to something but I'm done now."

"You could have asked instead of coming in here, unauthorized. What were you using it for anyway?"

"I didn't know it was unauthorized." I lied. "I just started working here and I was using it because I needed it for a demonstration. I realized I had forgotten to put it back earlier and came here to return it."

"Is that so?" he asked, clearly not convinced.

"Just leave her alone, Jack. She didn't know any better and you're not supposed to attack anyone unless they're scheduled for repossession, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah whatever." Jack turned back to me and held the scalpel in my face. "Just don't get in my way again, got it, girlie?"

I crossed my arms and looked down at the scalpel with indifference. I was more annoyed by this guy's attitude then scared for a moment. I decided to be snarky. "Fine, just so long as you stay out of my way, boy."

He growled at me. "You're lucky I've got another repossession to deal with." He grumbled. He quickly spun around and his jacket made a swooshing sound. The combination of the jacket and hat reminded me of this famous character from an old movie, a vampire hunter named Van Helsing. I couldn't help but smirk a little.

"Don't worry about him." The other guy chimed in. "He's acted like a total macho ever since our best Repo man died. Now he wants to act like he's in charge. They call him 'Jack the Ripper'"

"I just think he's a jackass." I retorted.

He laughed. "He can be, I suppose but I try not to be. I couldn't act like one in front of you. The name's Simmons. Matthew Simmons. They call me 'Wolfman'. What's your name, doll?"

"I'm Reyes. Andrea Reyes. I don't have any special nickname but I'm not particularly fond of being called "doll" if you don't mind."

Matthew laughed again. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to be demeaning. You're funny. Definitely not like the other Genterns I've met. I mean if I would try to flirt with any of them they would probably flirt back."

So he wanted to flirt did he? I eyed him for a moment. He was pretty attractive actually. He had nice black hair and brown eyes. He also had a bit of stubble on his chin. It worked for him though. I was really surprised that I was standing there having an actual conversation with a Repo man of all people. I guess I've just always assumed they were some kinds of emotionless androids. "I guess they probably would. Except I'm not you're average Gentern." I smiled.

He smiled back. "I can see that."

"Simmons, are you coming or what?" Jack called out from the hall.

"Yeah, be right there! So, I guess I'll see around then?"

I shrugged. "Maybe you will."

"I hope so." He said as he began to walk out of the room. "Nice meeting you, Reyes. Stay out of trouble now."

"I'll try." I laughed although deep down I knew it was unlikely.

He smirked at me and left the room. I followed him out of the room. I waited until they were gone to go search of Luigi. He must have heard the commotion. As I walked out of looked around I felt someone jerk my arm and pull me to the side. Soon I was face to face with a very irritated looking Largo.

"That's the second time you've almost got us caught." He hissed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Largo. It wasn't my fault. The Repo men came back to retrieve some extra equipment. I thought you would have known their schedule."

He gripped tightly at my shoulders. "Don't you fucking blame this on me. You should have been quicker."

"I'm not trying to blame it on anyone. All I'm saying is that it was bound to happen. You're having me go out there and practically do their jobs. You may as well make me a Repo woman."

"First of all, that's exactly why we haven't been going on the exact day a person scheduled to be repossessed. If we get to them first that the Repo will be none the wiser. Secondly, everyone on our Repo staff is male and if I were to hire a woman it wouldn't be you because you don't even have the balls to become a Repo woman so don't get your hopes up."

I rolled my eyes. "I was being sarcastic. I don't want to be a Repo woman thank you very much."

He grunted in response. "I figured as much. By the way, that first one who caught you, you may want to stay of clear of him if you want to stay alive. He's our most dangerous Repo man ever since Wallace died."

No kidding, all Repo men in general were dangerous. Otherwise they would have never been hired "You're telling me this why?"

"You're no good to me dead. I still need you for the time being, remember?"

"Uh-huh."

"Anyways, I called you cab while you were yapping with those two. Go catch it before it leaves." He finally let go of me and stepped out the way. What is with men grabbing women by the shoulders when they were angry? Was it some kind of way for them to show their masculinity? It seemed a bit redundant to me.

"Yes sir." I said, leaving the building and taking the taxi home.

The next morning I headed back to GeneCo headquarters and proceeded to do my daily tasks. Amber specifically ordered me to see to it that Luigi attended that morning's anger management session or I would be in deep trouble, although she did sort of give me a pat on the back for his recent behavior. He hadn't stabbed anyone in public for the past three days which was practically a record for him. However, it was she who had paid for the classes and she wasn't about to waste any money, no matter how stinking rich she was. I wouldn't be surprised if she embezzled some money from the company for her zydrate addiction from time to time.

I practically begged Luigi to go to his meeting and he grumbled about it for some time but eventually agreed as reluctant as he was. Apparently Amber had been bitching to him about it for some time as well. It was really just to pacify her. We went to the meeting and he sat in his usual spot in the back, observing more than anything. Sometimes he would nod in agreement to what someone had said or if he felt that the speaker was right to act out in their situation he would raise his hand when asked. Most of the others there complained about petty things like their jobs, spouses, or mother-in-laws. I doubt any of them had issues as deep as Luigi did. This also caused me to continue to wonder why he this way. The coach encouraged them all to talk about elements of their past which brought about their anger and it made sense. Some of these people were beaten or neglected by their parents. Others grew up in a household where acting out and throwing tantrums seemed normal and even rational when expressing themselves. Luigi did not participate in this part of the meetings, indicating that whatever the reason was, he didn't want to talk about it. Based on his reaction of when I mentioned the opera, I suspected it had something to do with Rotti but who knows? I'm not a therapist and diagnosing the source of his problem was not in my job description and I doubted it would better my situation.

When the meeting was over, a car brought us back to headquarters and Luigi dismissed me to help out the other Genterns for the remainder of the day, saying that he wanted to be alone and if he needed anything he would summon me. Summon me, like I was a little minion or something which I suppose in a sad way I was.

Carla assigned me to work on stock and re-shelve the storage room. I grabbed a cart and headed towards the back stock to grab what I needed. Inventory was organized by upper and lower body parts, some male and female, and bones. According to the chart we needed 15 pairs of lungs and 8 brains so I started with that first. I put on my protective gear and headed down the hall. When I got there I carefully loaded my cart, washed my hands and proceeded back to storage room.

As I was walking down the hall I passed the break room and stopped when I heard Luigi voices coming from inside. What was he doing in there?

"Sometimes I really don't understand you, fratello." Pavi? He was there too? Well, I guess it would make sense since he's always hanging around the other Genterns.

"Well, unlike you, fratello. I've got better things to do than getting laid every few hours a day. Nor to I feel the need to screw each and every one of the help."

"I'm just saying that if you're going to have a hot piece of ass catering to you all day you may as well take the opportunity."

What the hell? Were they talking about me?

"If you like her so much why don't you just take her instead of screwing the jailbait for once?"

"No one will ever be as good mia tesora, though I have to admit, Signora Andrea would be fun especially in knowing where else she's employed. Don't you at least think she's attractive?"

"Sure, she's pretty hot I guess. I'd tap that but she would never be up for it anyway."

Damn right I wouldn't be. I huffed and then marched past the break room in irritation. Those creeps! How dare they talk about me like I'm some piece of meat? I don't need that crap. I deal with it enough at the club. Stupid men!

"Hey, Andrea, are you okay?" asked Carla as I walked into the storage room. "You look a bit flustered.

"Don't ask."