Prepare for the next day...

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. "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.