Money usually talks.

You weigh your options and decide that if she is the type to sell people out, it would make sense that she would also be the type to accept a bribe. However aren’t so positive as to risk your payday. First, you use a drainage pipe to scale an old building in a flash and decide to hide your main gun, gear, and the package in an old ac unit on the roof. Then after covering all trace of yourself on the roof, and slide back down to the ground effortlessly, you race to the brothel to bribe your way to safety. As you enter you see a small selection of very attractive girls waiting for business and serving drinks, taking a cue from their skimpy attire at the last moment as you enter you zip your top down to the waist while pulling it down tight nearly allowing your breasts to burst free. Then you see the woman described by your computer dressed in a very fine black concealing but still sexy ankle length dress. She actually looks pretty good for her obvious age of mid 40’s however she does have that somewhat used look. She stands 5’5” 120lbs, her breasts are DD but firm, fake, and she has a somewhat ample ass.

Her eyes are all over you as you enter, “Well, well, what brings a fine young thing like yourself here?” You see her wet her lips like a butcher looking at a choice ham as she speaks.

“Actually I was thinking we could come to some kind of arrangement. I need to stay out of sight, and tell no one I am here.” You pull $1000 out as you speak.

“What do I look like a flophouse. The only one I let stay here anonymous and protected are the people working for me.” She then walks slowly around you checking you out like the fine piece of meat you are and continues. “Unless of course you need a job.”

You know damn well if you take the job she will attempt to put a tracker in you if not lock you up all together, but you also know you are no push over yourself.