Description: Crawford refuses to 'loan' Farfarello to Hell for a good reason.

métier \met-YAY; MET-yay\, noun:
1. An occupation; a profession.
2. An area in which one excels; an occupation for which one is especially well suited.

"So how much?" Hell asked. Crawford didn't like her congenial manner.

"To borrow Farfarello? He's not for rent," Crawford answered before taking the last bite of his lunch. He wanted to finish this business lunch and get back to his new plans to embezzle money from Takatori.

"Yes, but he'd be well suited to my plans for tonight. I need him to cause a little chaos," Hell said, a devious smile played at her lips.

"What's in it for Schwarz?"

"Credit with Reiji Takatori in increasing his hold in the northern neighborhoods. As you know, a Catholic priest set up shop there and has been good at chasing off some of Takatori's influence in the drug trade."

"I'm aware, but Schwarz has other business that requires Farfarello's attention."

"I'm not in the habit of pleading."

Crawford rethought the situation. Farfarello was becoming twitchy and restless, lately. He knew he'd have to let the Irish madman off his leash soon.

That's when a subtle premonition hit him. Farfarello would be standing over Tot's lifeless body, a bloodied knife in his hand. Chaos and destruction would flare around him. Uncontrollable fire and the destruction of a parish would occur. Schreient, the other three, would be screaming for help from inside the parish. Farfarello would throw back his head, laugh, and walk off.

Crawford took a sip of coffee, set it aside, and took out his wallet. "I'll have to turn down your request, Chizuru."

"But why? You were the one who called a truce last week. You were the one who said we should work together. Why are you getting cold feet all the sudden?"

"Farfarello wouldn't be well suited for your purpose tonight. He'd be a bad fit for your plans."

"His whole occupation is causing disorder. Especially at churches, from what I've heard."

"Not the kind of disorder you'd want. Just trust me on this one. You may also want to cancel your operation tonight."

"Fine," she said, getting testy, "but you owe me."

"And I promise, you'll get payback one day."