Interview #34 - Scarlet
Property of I.M.P. Industries
Classified or we'll slit your fucking throat out!
Blitz: Testing... testing? is this thing on?
A bashing sound is heard.
Blitz: There we go. Now, tell me, what might your name be?
???: Unimportant, but I go by Scarlet.
Blitz: OK, good to know. Now, do you have a resume at hand?
She shakes her head.
Blitz: That sucks. Well, then, I guess this interview is-
Scarlet: I don't need one.
Blitz: I'm sorry what? Of course you do, its the whole goddamn policy!
Scarlet: I don't need one. Because I can tell you.
Blitz: And why should I believe a single word outta your mouth?
Scarlet: Because I know you're low on customers, and if you don't get assignments soon, you'll eventually have to shut down the company
Blitz: I-well...
Scarlet: *sighs* I can work for free.
Blitz: You're hired!
Scarlet: On two conditions.
Blitz: Of course.
Scarlet: First off - I need housing.
Blitz: That can be arranged.
Scarlet: Second - I'm only willing to kill certain people. You give me the information on the target, and I'll be able to tell. And if I am assigned, I'll go alone and bring back the corpse.
Blitz: OK, sounds good. But why should I believe you'll be able to kill them properly.
*shing*
Blitz: I-is that a scythe?
Scarlet: It is indeed. I have experience.
Blitz: Good to know. Alright, seems like everything is in order. Time for you to meet the other employees!
*tape ends*
They walk towards the meeting room, Scarlet bundled in her cloak.
Blitz slams open the door. "Guys, meet your new coworker!"
We stare at each other.
REALLY?! Only three?!
Wow.
There were two red demons, relatively short. One of them as in a tight black dress, and looked excited and curious. The other one had white hair and oddly shaped horns, and was in a uniform he looked relieved, then angry.
And the final one was setting at the end of the table, typing away at her phone. She appeared to be the definition of Teen Wolf, albeit spoiled, judging from her posture. She glanced up at me for a second, but that was pretty much it.
"Scarlet, meet Millie" - the one in the dress -"Moxxie" - The one glaring at Blitz - "and our little hellhound" - no explanation needed.
I grinned.
"What a motley crew."
'Till Next Time Folks!