At the meet-up

You are standing against your car in the parking lot of the seedy motel just outside of town you agreed upon with the informant. You're waiting for Bobby and Veronica, who are already fifteen minutes late. You finally see Bobby's car pull up, and he and Veronica appear. They are joking around and Veronica gives Bobby a flirty, teasing push as they walk towards you. This annoys you more than it should. It should be good that your old partner gets along with your new one, right?

As they get close to you, you can't keep your eyes from wandering up and down Veronica's body. She looks great as always, but you've only ever seen her in her enticing, but strict secretaries outfit. Right now she is wearing a black tank top, which shows ample cleavage, and a pair of black hotpants that hug her butt in a delightful way. Down past her shapely, naked legs are a pair of strappy heels, which look more sensible then most heels, but not nearly as sensible as sneakers would have been. When your eyes go up and look at her gorgeous face, you are embarrassed to see that Veronica has noticed you checking her out.

"Do you like my outfit?" She smirks, "Bobby took me shopping this afternoon to find something suitable for going on missions. He says that black is a great colour for camouflage at night." Again you feel a pang of annoyance.

"Something that covers more skin would camouflage even better," you answer, "but you look fine." You don't wait to see her reaction, but instead turn around to walk to the room you were suppose to meet your contact at almost half an hour ago.

As you enter the right room, you see Mengucci's goon pacing the room. "I was just about to leave," he says as the three of you enter. "I'm Mark." He looks kind of like an accountant, not what you expected of a crime lord's henchman. He's short, balding, bespectacled and has a moustache. "I hope you brought the money. I brought the documents your agency asked for," he says, holding up a manilla folder.

"Fuck," Bobby says. You look at him incredulously. He was suppose to bring the suitcase with the money, but now that you think about it, you don't see the briefcase anywhere. "You've got to be kidding me," Mark says. He starts to walk towards the door, but Bobby puts a hand on his shoulder and says: "Don't worry, we'll get you your money. Just hand us the documents."

"I need to leave tonight," Mark says, "Mengucci will never let me go after I stole these documents."

"We'll get you your money tonight," Bobby promises.

"Not good enough. How do I know I can trust you?"

Bobby looks at you and Veronica deep in thought. "Maybe," he says, "there is something you want to tide you over until you get your money?" He motions at both you and Veronica and wiggles his eyebrows knowingly. "Yeah," the redhead says, "have some fun for your troubles." You were just about to complain about how Bobby is so cavalier about whoring you out to fix his mistake, but Veronica's lighthearted agreement makes your jaw drop. Apparently the chief's 'seduction training' is already taking effect.

Mark seems to mull it over for a few seconds. He looks you up and down, then takes a few seconds longer to ogle Veronica. "Fine," he finely says, "you leave me here with the girls and we'll meet up again tonight to exchange the money for the documents."

"No," Bobby says, "I'm not leaving my colleagues with some guy I don't know. I'm staying, and you only get one."

"Fine," Mark says without skipping a beat, "I'll take the redhead." It hurt that your partner offered up your dignity that easily, but to be honest; it hurt even more to be passed over that easily for Veronica, even though you know you should be glad.

"No," Bobby says, "you get the blonde." You shoot a deathly glance at Bobby, but he just smiles at you and winks. Mark looks at you disappointedly and seems to think about it. Finally he comes to a decision and says: