“Why the hell do you find the need to deviate from a perfectly….” A deep breath and exhale interrupted the train of thought. “Forget that, what in the bloody fuck do you plan on doing with your new guest?”

She drummed her fingers against the counter top, carefully ignoring the consistently louder sound of a fist pounding on a door. “I figure I’ll be a Good Samaritan and return it back to its rightful owner.”

“With the intention of receiving a reward I presume?”

“That would be the goal.”

“How big of a reward?”

“I was thinking somewhere around a buck twenty.”

Silence greeted her for a moment before a much calmer voice than the last responded. “1.2? Do you honestly think they’ll give up that much?”

“Damn right they will.”

“This is really fucking risky Ash.”

“Risk is the story of our lives. If we pull this one off we’ll have a lot of vacation time ahead of us.” Truth be told, it would most likely only be Kelly on vacation. Ashley was a self professed workaholic.

Another extended silence gripped them as Kelly deliberated and Ashley anticipated. The noise from the subject of their conversation was beginning to aggravate her.

“Alright, we’ll work out the details in a moment but before that, your prize is waiting for you.”

A victorious smile came to the assassin as she ran her hand threw her brown locks of hair. “Good to know. Have you heard anything from the Black Widow?”

“Same old, new day.”

“Lovely,” she responded with an annoyed air to her voice “well I’ll pick it up same time as usual.”

“Lot 13, ok? I’ll try and work something out for all of this in the meantime.”

“Thanks Kelly, I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Bye.”

“Later.”

She hung up the phone and shook her head lightly. That went almost exactly as she had expected it too, with a little bit less yelling. There had been no doubt in her mind that her contact would eventually yield to the plan, how long that would’ve taken had really been the question and she was pleased to see it happened pretty quickly.

Still, there was an heiress banging for attention below her.

It almost felt like baby sitting except this time around she could threaten her charge with something a little more substantial than no desert before bed.