Patience, Perseverance, and Prying
Disclaimer: TD&TD characters
A/N: Lets just say I have a thing for gang war and mafia movies.
I clicked my groomed nails on my desk I wore a fedora hiding my face in the already dark room. "We've found them in the back alley." my secretary said slapping papers down on my desk with background information on them. I kicked my feet up on those papers while puffing a cigar in my mouth. "I think it would be in your best interest to read those papers sir." I quickly dropped my feet then leaned in closely.
"I think it would be in your best interest to dispose of them quickly and get them off my turf for good send in the hitman." I ordered at once smiling to myself I read the files. It shocked me I leaned back in my chair resting my head on my arms like pillows. I raised a brow "a bunch of chicas?" I asked myself. Just then my hitman walked in.
"What now?" he gave me sass.
"Cut the attitude I have a job for you to do and it'll be easy." I threw the picture of a girl down. My hitmans eyes widened largely and kept on widening.
"Who's this lovely lady?" he took the picture letting his eyes roam the girl up and down. I shrugged to his question.
"I don't know I'm trying to figure that out myself."
"I have to kill this babe?" he looked almost sad.
"No, all you have to do is bring me her sadly she's been roaming around our turf and I heard she has her own system going on and she could be an undercover cop" I said puffing smoke.
"What are you going to do to her?" I smirked at this question I started to think a little dirty about it.
"Nothing serious most likely I'm going to have to either kill her or get her to talk." I now got up looking out of my blinds at my streets.
"And if she doesn't talk?"
"C'mon who can resist me?" I asked cockily.
"How will I find her?"
"She's roaming our streets where do you think you can find her?" I rolled my eyes sometimes I think I've hired idiots just thick skulled morons. "Besides how can you miss her right?" I picked up the picture again observing her picture.
"Your right she is hard to miss." I put down the picture.
"You better get going." I dismissed my hitman and sat back down at my desk still observing the picture I started to describe the picture talking to myself. "Long hair and legs, fair skin, and sharp eyes such a shame to see such a beautiful senorita go down this way." I laughed to myself "You better hope it was worth it chica 'cause I'm coming and when you arrive your going to be in for a surprise." I looked on the back reading the name "Heather" I read in Spanish.
I opened the file once more reading background information for some reason I gave this senorita a little more attention than she deserved I read her files and looked at her picture way more than usual. I reread her files over and over after reading her file about five times I realized something about this woman 'cause she was not little girl.
It was going to take a lot of patience, perseverance, and prying.
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