Jenni and Mordecai waited 5 extra minutes after the Savoys were in the building. "Follow me." Heller growled. Jenni followed the tuxedo cat through the building, up the stairs, and halfway down the hall of the third floor. The hotel wasn't really busy tonight. "In here." Heller hissed as he opened the door to the room. Jenni hesitated but didn't feel like fighting so she slipped into the room quietly. The room was small, brown, and white. The bed was neat and tidy. The floors and walls didn't have a speck of dirt on them.

A desk sat next to the bed with a bright green lamp. "This rooms nicer than my penthouse. I prefer a smaller, darker space. Your room, no doubt." Jenni stated. "Yes." Heller said. Jen moved to the window to the back of the room and gently pulled down the blinds, a perfect view of the entry way to the hotel. Jenni recalled the pair of eyes she saw when she arrived.

Bright green eyes.

Third floor.

Dark figure

Mordecai must've been the one staring at her when she arrived. But why?

Jenni glanced back at Heller who had taken off his trench coat and tie and was wearing a white collared shirt with suspenders. He was sitting at the desk reading a cream file. Her eyes narrowed, her pupils contracted into slits, her tail flicked side to side, her ears twitched, "Why exactly did you bring me here?" "I knew the Savoys were going to wait at your penthouse till you came back. There, they will try and convince you to come to their..."special gathering". It's special alright." he explained. "Define special gathering." Jenni said.

"They worship some sort of swamp spirit. I was foolish enough to visit and got this as a result." Mordecai slightly pulled down his shirt to show an oddly satanic-like scar. Jenni recoiled, "Dios Mios!" "They said it was a protection mark or something." "Looks more satanic than protection to me." "In my opinion, your necklace offers more protection than this." "It does." Jenni rubbed her necklace. "Now, I do need to go over some things with you. A bit of illumination on your previous employments. This may take a while so I suggest you have a seat."

"I prefer to stand. Thank you." Jenni growled. Her claws extended. Mordecai looked at her calmly, "What are you afraid of Ms. Graves?" "Nothing, it's just...the last time I worked closely with a male, things became...out of control." Jenni explained. Mordecai looked at her with sympathy, "Was this with Moore?" Jenni nodded. "Ms. Graves. I understand you and I got off to a bad start and you do have a difficult time trusting me and you probably think I have something unprofessional in mind, but I can assure you I mean you no harm."

"A few days ago, you wanted me out of here." Jenni reminded her mentor. "I was testing your ability to keep a calm head during a difficult conversation, and you passed. However, I didn't ask Mr. Clyde to make a joke about your mother." "That's what I thought. You don't seem like the joking type." "Believe me, I'm not. Now if you could please have a seat. The bed is fine." Jenni hesitated but obliged her mentor. The bed was surprisingly soft and silky. It was white and bland, but it was nice.

"Now, what was your first job growing up?" Heller asked. "I worked as a bookkeeper at the local library in New York with my friend Marley. I was 8 at the time. I studied there because..." Jenni paused and looked down. "Were you in an orphanage?" Heller asked. "I was for a month and a half. I escaped through the air vents with Marley. We were adopted by the librarian and that's how I became a bookkeeper." "Wait. The old downtown library? The one on 34th street? With those pink and white roses on the front?" Heller asked.

"And the sign has a little heart over the I in Library?" Jenni added. "I studied there sometimes too." "What a coincidence." The two cats gave each other impressed glances. 'And who hired you first as a bounty hunter?" Mordecai asked, clearing his throat. Jenni thought hard, "Myles. Rupert Myles, of Myles Tech Inc." "Odd, he's still alive." Mordecai adjusted his glasses and looked at Jenni suspiciously. "Still alive? what do you mean?"

"Ms. Graves, you said you worked with Father Moore, Correct?"

"Correct."

"Father Moore has been missing for nearly a month. He was a supplier of ours. It says here that you worked for Mr. Prano before Father Moore. He was another supplier of ours. And before him, you worked for a Mr. Stone, a supplier for Lackadaisy. Let's see, Mr. Wallace. Mr. Hans. Mr. Coves. Ms. Duncan. Mr. White. Ms. Lupe, and these are all just this year."

"And this is an issue because...?"

"All of these people are either dead or missing. They were also major crime bosses. Ms. Duncan wasn't but she was the owner of a speakeasy. It appears that the majority of your former employers are dead or missing."

"These are troubling times, Mr. Heller. Troubling times make people have rash decisions. Why? Are you implying I killed them?"

"You came to that conclusion rather quickly."

"Look, I only kill people whom I was hired to kill. I may give my targets a chance of survival if they seem worthy of it."

"And what would make a target worthy?"

"If they are an innocent civilian or someone who hasn't paid their dues on time or something minor. You can say I've spared more than I've killed."

"I see. Well perhaps this is a minor coincidence but I'm still going to keep a close eye on you. Especially when you're around Mr. Sweet."

"I'll bear that in mind."

Mordecai nodded and closed the file, "Now that we've got that out of the way, I must say your marksmanship skills are exemplary. It was satisfying to see that look on Serafine's face when you shot her weapon out of her hand." "You get teased a lot don't you?" Jenni asked. "You have no idea." Heller responded. "Well, I think this job is better than working on a railroad. Oh, what am I saying it's just like working on a railroad." "What do you mean?"

"Think about it. As a triggerman, you have to line up the shot in a perfect line in order to make the kill on a target. Just like with tracks, you have to line up the tracks just right to connect them. Each track must be as symmetrical as possible." Jenni explained. "You like symmetry?" Heller asked, looking stunned. "It's the most important thing when dealing with railroads. If the spacial harmony of the iron or steel is disrupted, then the train will go off its rails and that's how people die. It's not rocket science, but it is...you alright." Jenni said.

Mordecai was staring in awe at Jenni but then snapped out of it, "Apologies. I've just never met someone who understands and appreciates the principles of metric space. And the way you take it...it's just...confusing." Jenni stared at him sadly, "I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, neither have I. It's good knowing you're not alone. I mean, I wouldn't kill someone who was asymmetrical, but I understand why it's irritating." The two locked eyes and stared at each other calmly. Their tails swayed in union.