Prepare for the next day...But someone visits me.

You go back to your room to prepare for your little "adventure" in the morning. Working with groups wasn't something you did all that often anymore, but it certainly isn't anything you aren't used to. However, as you were laying out your gear, you soon realized that you didn't know what to bring. You had a submachine gun you've been wanting to flaunt, so perhaps this was the best place to show it off. As you take it out, field strip and clean it just to make sure it was up to spec. The last few months had been range heavy, so the ammo you got for it was as fresh as the day got it.

You went over your supplies carefully. You made double sure to load your hollow points and to strap yourself with an over-the-top plate carrier too. The goons you were hanging with this time around weren't exactly trustworthy, and if they see some of your better equipment, they might even try something with you when they notice...Was it worth the risk? You didn't much like the odds of the situation.

The table that was standard in every room. That day, however, yours was special. Knives, bayonets, bullets and iron laid perfectly in display. Your collection grew steadily in the beginning. Traveling as much as you have this year has really put you in a dry spell though...As you sat in your chair wondering what to do, you heard a knock coming from your door. "Must be Ashley..." you lean back and stare at the door, considering whether or not it was worth answering...

There was a brief pause for a couple of seconds, which led you to the belief that Ashley left. A sigh left your mouth as your eyes went back to the hardware on the table. A second in getting back in the groove though, the knocking started again.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

You purse your lips together and push yourself away from the table. "I'M BUSY."

Finally, your outburst stopped the pounding. Another few seconds passed. You went back to the table and hunched over the equipment, only to be interrupted once more. This time your hand jerked towards one of your pistols. You tucked it the small of your back just as you pushed away from the table. You grunted and jerked the locks open to swing the door open. Instead of Ashley's face, you meet Delilah's cute one. She perks her face up and puffs her chest out, looking very proud that she was able to get your attention. "Hello there!" she chirps.

"Oh, it's you." You say as you lean against the door frame. "Interested in becoming a bounty hunter to get all your money problems taken care of?"

She shrugs, putting on a cute face. "Of course. I'm already as tough as nails. Mind if I come in and talk?"

Delilah isn't a stranger to guns or even the regular hunting life style, so you don't have to think twice! You step back in and then wave her to enter. She does a small bow and then says "Why, thanks!"

As she strolls in, she spots your hardware all laid out in perfect display. She steps forward and peers at each item carefully. This is the first time she's seen your work equipment. Having a somewhat extensive background as a hunter apparently, she knows the ins-and-outs of safety. She reaches out and then recoils back, just as she turns to face you again. "Do you mind if I...?"

Her sentence trails off, but you nod, already knowing what she means to ask. She plucks one the handguns up and plays with the slide. The all steel construction is a little heavy. She lifts it up and then weights it before picking up another. "Jeez, my dad would have killed to have something like the back when I'd hunt with him. We just had these 1970's era rifles. Doesn't look like you've gotten any later production weapons either."

You start a regular banter again. Delilah has a few questions about why you have the stuff you have, but nothing too over the top. She knew what you did for a living and knew that you were on the move pretty often. Most of the gear you carried was common to the area, which meant replacing/repairing parts was fairly easy. Delilah eye-balled the submachine gun for a little bit, but stuck to the stuff she was familiar with as she fingered through your stuff. Understandable.

"So, what's it like being in the contracting business? I know it can be rough obviously, but do you like it?"

"Ah, it's all right. Some days a better than others." You think about the time you **** yourself on the fox-girl not long ago and sigh. "Well others tend to stick out a bit more..."

"How often do you deal with umm...More 'intimate' contracts? You know, like questioning someone for information and whatever?" Delilah sits at the foot of your bed, her eyes fixed on you. "A long time ago when I still with my family, my dad had to talk to a contractor who was searching for someone. I...was a little young at the time, but I knew it was serious. He didn't say a whole lot, but I could tell it was pretty serious. I thought something bad was actually going to happen."

"I've been known to question a person or two. Again, depends on how serious the contract is." You lean against the table and look at the guns. "I am usually good enough with people that I don't have to shout or scream at them in order to learn my 'desired' information."

"O...K...Well, how about this then. Has anyone ever begged for their lives?"

"That sounds oddly...personal." Your question makes her smile, odd considering that her question sounded pretty serious. She tilts her head and leans back into your bed. "Care to tell me a expand a bit more on your question there, Delilah?"

"Like, what if you were hired to hurt ME?" She puffs her chest out a bit more, looking at you with a little more lust. "Would I be able to convince you to not bother me anymore? To let me live?"

This isn't really helping you forget about the incident in the warehouse. You swallow and wonder if she found out somehow. You put your hands on your hips and stammer. "I'm not really sure what you mean by this still."

Her lips bend and rolls her eyes. "Do I really have to roleplay a scenario for you to get where I'm coming from?" She strolls back to the desk and takes apart one of your handguns. The magazine well empty, the chamber cleared, the hammer against the pin - making it a glorified paperweight - she hands it to you.

"Coooome on~ let's do roleplay a little bit, baby. I just want to do something different before you leave again. For me?" She flutters her eyes and curled her lips in a perfect smile. As you think about it, Delilah strolls over to your table, where all of your gear is laid out in order.

Soon, Delilah’s eyes become fixed on the table. Her soft teal eyes are drifting over the violet hardware. It seems this has been a fantasy of hers for some time now. She then looks at you, the webbing you have on is empty and your belt is mostly empty. Delilah swallows just as her face starts to become flush. She leans back and stares at your face. She starts to licking her lips and eye-fucking you. She had been pretty innocent since you first met, but ever since your first night together, she’s been much more confident in herself. Eventually, your eyes meet. “Sooo…?”

There’s no reason to avoid it. You could be getting yourself killed, so you start nodding. “Why, that’s kinda naughty of you, Delilah. Where’d all this come from?”

Her blush hardens. She looks away and laughs awkwardly, but it isn’t at all ****. “I’m...just wanting to take advantage of being so intimate with a Contractor. I get to be as playful as I want now. All of my other boyfriends I had before weren’t exactly...faithful, I guess. I like you a lot, Warren. I know I can trust you with just about everything.”

She hugs herself. “This is kinda crazy isn’t it? There’s no way I’d ever find anyone else that I’d want to do this with.”

You aren’t that good of a person, but having someone that thinks you are is heart-warming, to say the least. You agree to go on with the roleplay. You go back to your door and make sure it’s locked. When you back you see Delilah standing up with her hands folded out in front of her. She’s looking pretty adventurous, even with that sickeningly sweet smile she has stretched ear-to-ear.

You pace around the room with your hands in your pockets, waiting for Delilah to do something, but she’s rather silent. Eventually, you look at her and she perks her chin up. “Hello there~”

You knit your brows in reply, which makes her chuckle. “I’m trying to roleplay. Do the same while trying your best, would you?”

Now you exhale.

Alright...here we go... You grab your pistol and holster it to your belt. Let’s do it. Get into the moment and start…

…

…

Your contract left her front door unlocked. You expected her to be a little more...carefully considering the amount of money that was on top of her head. You look at the girl and put your hands on our hips, reaching for the metal handle of your sidearm. The girl’s smile suddenly fades as she notices this. “Do we know each other?”

You take your pistol out and...and proceed to make sure the gun was clear and empty before continuing…

And keep the barrel directed at her. You start explaining that there’s been a contract put out for her. She winces as if you’ve struck her. She extends her arms out in front of her and starts shouting. “W-wait! No please! There must be some kind of mistake, I haven’t done anything!”

You cock the hammer back, making her wince again. “I’ll do anything!”

Years of gun safety forces your barrel away from her. Letting your senses cool off, you let your index ride the slide. The girl gets on her knees and starts to beg, now crawling towards you. "Please, please! Don’t kill me!” She holds onto your belt and tugs on your webbing as she pleads.

You know Delilah is roleplaying, but seeing her like this has taken you by surprise. You watch her tears swell in her eyes and then slide down her cheeks. She wants to do this, but you aren’t really sure if you’re ready for something this...this intense. Once you start, you won’t stop.