Everything was cold… and dark. But then it grew bright and hot with scorching flames. Then, as soon as I thought it was over, an explosion sounded off and quickly devoured my bloodied body in flames. The next thing I knew it, I woke up in bed, a sweating mess at that.

"What the… what the Hell…" Apparently the life that just literally blew up in front of my face was my previous life. It looked like it was the eighties, and I, at the time, was a struggling and timid waitress at my family's diner. We were struggling to meet ends of our bills and debt that we were stuck in with the mob that was supposed to "protect" us. A protection fee if you'll put it.

Anyways, I had gotten home from doing errands. Only to find my entire family slain in a bloody mess. I tried running away, but I was too late. The guys that were supposed to protect us had slain us all. Including me. But before I totally blacked out, I saw them pour gasoline on every one of our bodies and then light the place on fire. Next thing I knew, they were gone, scot free while we burned in our anguish and pain. Soon enough, the fire reached the burning gas stove that my mom must've left on. It all ended there.

My soul was practically burning with rage. Fuming on how I remembered all this. I didn't know whether things have changed since then about the entire incident, but I know one thing for sure. Is that my current situation hasn't changed AT ALL. But I suppose it was better than living on the streets, which I was as a child in my new life. My new parents had abandoned me for reasons I can't remember and I had lived off the streets from when I was five till sixteen. The owner of the place I was living now was generous enough to welcome me with open arms and I wasn't alone. A girl a little younger than me also stayed with us. She told me that she was an orphan like me but her parents were offed by the Mafia when she was eleven. And that the owner was a friend of her parents. The owner herself wasn't that old at all either. She was probably in her early or mid thirties? Have to ask again.

But regardless, in return for offering me a place to stay, she expected me to earn my keep and be a waitress at her bar that also served as a gathering place for mob info. I can really tell that Lady Fate was doing her absolute damnedest to make sure I see the irony in this that both my lives have come to. Either way, both me and Samaria, the girl I talked about, both serve as waitresses and intel gatherers from our "patrons". The owner, Ignite, was a bit reluctant on letting Samaria into the business since she was technically her goddaughter. But Samaria insisted that she'd do it. If not for herself but for her parents. Me? I really don't have much of a noble cause like the one she sent herself out to do. Do I want revenge on the bastards that killed me and my family? You're damn right I do. But I can't let that be my only goal. My goal? To bring all the mafias to their knees. Either by taking over them one Mafia at a time or just manipulate them to annihilate each other… eh. Whatever works best. By the end of the day, blood will ultimately be stained on my hands. And frankly, if it's those bastards blood, then I could care less.

Just then a knock was at the door. Samaria, a young twenty two year old Arabian woman with long dusty brown hair and brown amber eyes looked at her with concern.   

“Selene, are you alright?” she asked in her thick native accent.

I gave her a small smile. "Yeah Sammy, I'm fine. Just a nightmare. I'll be getting up now." The young woman nodded and left to go downstairs to the bar to work.

Oh yeah! I should probably introduce myself, the name's Selene Flare. And no, both names are not my real names. I pretty much had to give up on both of them when my parents left me in that alley. So I just chose a name that rolled off the tongue. Either way. I brushed out my long white and blue highlighted hair as I stared at myself in the mirror with my red eyes.

Red eyes… it was one of the few things that I remembered my parents always commenting about. They didn't outright abuse me for it. But were understandably concerned. I huffed as I went to the bathroom and got ready for the day and put on my red and white waitress uniform and tied my hair in a sloppy bun.

As I began to walk downstairs and into the bar, I heard my boss call out. "NUMBER 258 FOR TABLE TWELVE! SELENE! IT'S ABOUT TIME THAT YOU GOT YOUR ASS OUTTA BED!" She might've been yelling at me but I could tell that she was just yanking my chain for fun.

"I'm comin'!!! Don't screech!" I hollered back as I made my way to the kitchen, bypassing other workers and patrons on my way. Iggy just scowled at me.

"I do NOT screech! I yell for you to get your lazy ass outta bed so much that it just sounds a little hoarse from yelling at you so many times." She huffed. I just laughed. "Yeah and that's not screeching." I poked as she was making hash browns for the breakfast portion of the day. She turned to me and stuck her tongue out at me and flipped me the bird. I just laughed and took it in stride.

"Just hurry up and serve the order." She then gave me the silent look to be careful with the patron. I immediately knew it had to be one of our intel customers. She slid the order with the envelope with the details on it. I nodded to reassure her.

As I walked to table twelve, I was surprised to see two bunny monsters in nice clothing. Yep you heard me right. MONSTERS. Apparently awhile ago the monsters were freed from centuries of imprisonment from under the town's Mount Ebott that was supposedly cursed. And in a way, it was. After the war between humans and monsters, the human leaders had mages place a heavy duty spell to seal the monsters underground. And that only seven souls were to release them. I don't know the specifics on how they attained the six souls, but apparently this one kid was able to free them using their soul, along with the others, to break the barrier. That kid is now the monster ambassador for their kind. Along with being one of the heirs to the Monster Mafia.

Apparently things got rough for the monsters with humanity treating them like crap. So they jumped aboard the Mafia business express and made a name for themselves. The leaders of the Monster Mafia are the rulers of the whole race. They both serve governmental issues with diplomats and run the business in the shadows. Very few have the guts to accuse them of their business deals. But those who do… from what I've heard, their "guts" of courage would inevitably be strewn somewhere out in the desert.

I was shocked that the affiliates of that mob would want to come here since there's a more monster friendly bar across the street. Grillby's. Apparently the owner of that joint and Iggy have bones to pick with one another. Nobody really knows what set off their rivalry in the first place. But my thoughts on it? It's only a matter of time till they hit the sheets and get busy if you know what I mean. Sure the animosity is real. Very real. But you can also sense the high sexual tension when they argue.

Regardless Iggy isn't a monster hater. Far from it. And even though she's opened her bar for all life to come in, the tension between humans and monsters was still high. So I find it surprising that they were here for moreover twenty minutes and haven't gotten into an argument with an annoying drunkard human. I walked up to them and handed them their meal and waited for their response.

They looked at the food with delight and saw the envelope. One of the rabbits spoke in a low tone to me.

“What’s this we got here? A love letter?” He teased as he took it and read it over.

He then got serious as he recognized the handwriting and the code words, "Goat Boy." on it.

"I'll come around later. Enjoy your food gents." As I walked away, I could feel the stares on my back. I knew they were watching but I just calmly went on my way doing my job.

When I was busy serving other customers and helping out at the bar with Iggy, Grillby, of all monsters, suddenly stormed into the restaurant. And either he's sick or this could be his green flamed twin brother. To which, I would be surprised if he had one…Maybe…? I mean, he has a green flamed daughter. Eh.

“WHERE’S IGNITE!!! I WILL BURN HER FOR THIS!!”

Nope! It's Grillby… and he does NOT look too happy. The now green flamed elemental looked around the restaurant with his squinted white eyes scanning the area. Until they found a certain tri colored pixie cut woman smirking at what appears to be her handiwork. His jagged white mouth deepened in a scowl and marched up to her. Now anyone with a common sense and rational thinking would book it if they saw a pissed off walking torch charging right for you. Evidently, Iggy ain't one of those people.

"My my~ you look a little GREEN under the gills there Grillby~ or is this a new way of looking more "hip" like your wonderful daughter~? I'd think she liked to be twinsies for a day~." She chuckled at his pissed off stance.

“HOW IN THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS AND HOW THE FUCK LONG WILL THIS LAST?!” He hissed, gesturing to his flames.

She cackled maniacally. "Like I said, you and her can be twinsies for a total of 24 hours! So the rest of today and half of tomorrow! And as to HOW I did it…. Hmmmm, a magician never reveals her secrets~ Oh! And you might have to be careful around some of your vodka shelves~." She purred mischievously.

Grillby growled. “Well then, maybe I should steal one of your waitresses for a day?”

"Oh? And why's that?" She questioned getting defensive.

Oh boy… I think shit is about to hit the fan folks. I started to back SLOWLY away before either one of them spotted me.

“If I have to be careful around my shelves, someone will have to man the bar. I’m not burning my place down and my daughter isn’t going near that at her age.” He replied smugly, loving how he was getting under her skin.

"As much as I love your daughter, I don't see why not that she can at least start to familiarize herself at your workspace. She's almost a teenager. I had my girls up and running at her age and younger. If not for working but to help out. I don't see any reason why you can't do the same. Besides, I don't know what sort of "rules'' you have over there but over here, if there's a problem with the "customers" I have, I can quickly put them in their place." She said the last part with dripping venom while she side eyed the curious monster onlookers from the sidelines. To which they hid behind the newspapers they were supposedly reading.

“I don’t HAVE problems in my bar. I just don’t want Fuku near alcohol when she ISN’T a teenager yet.” He defended.

"Don't give me THAT load of SHIT. I can name SEVERAL problems with that bar of yours AND your ethics. And I do commend you on the alcohol problem but there are other things that she can help out while you solve the vodka puzzle I put out for you. And besides, it should be easy for you to figure out. I mean monsters LOVE puzzles. And one made by a HUMAN of all species should be no problem. Willing to bet your chances though~?"

“...”

I was almost to the door when Grillby caught sight of me through his peripheral vision.

'Shit!!!!' I froze.

"I'll take her." He decided. "For the night shift. I'll see you at 8 pm sharp. Alright?" Grillby asked me. 

Uhhhhhhh

"Uhhhhhhh…" all eyes were on me and not in a good way.

"Oooohhhh—- no! Not in Hell's fiery blazing inferno ass and on God's green Earth, you are taking her! ESPECIALLY since you have YET to resolve your issues!" Ignite hissed like a cat as she moved me away and marched right up to his green flamed face with looks that can kill the devil himself.

"¡Será mejor que vuelvas a tu escondite, loco y ardiente, antes de que lo patee hasta el miércoles pasado!"

Translation: *You crazy hot fireass better go back to your hideaway before I kick it all the way back to last Wednesday!

Oh geez. She's speaking Spanish. I better do something before she pulls out the fire extinguisher… again.

"H-how about… I go tomorrow?! I mean… Grillby. Both of us can close early for today and use this chance for… "other businesses", and I'll come tomorrow! When we have less of a rush. Okay…? Right? Iggy…?" I looked to her for confirmation.

She huffed and stomped back to the kitchen while giving him the double bird and slamming the door.

Okay… murder avoided… for now. "Does that sound okay Grillby…?" I looked nervously to him.

Grillby grumbled and gave a nod. "I'll see you tomorrow. Sans won't be happy about this.."

As he walked to the door, I suddenly remembered something and made a mischievous grin. I ran up to him and tapped his shoulder.

"I am really in no mood, what do you want- oh. Yes?"

My grin grew bigger and he looked suspicious.

"Do you know Spanish~?" I questioned.

"... my ancestors were of Spanish descent, why..?" 

I raised a curious brow but then smirked. "Then you'll know that she, Iggy, called your ass hot~?"

"..." He blushed heavily as he recalled that slew of Spanish. He'd been too fired up to comprehend what she was saying at the time…

"And since you knew what she was SAYING every time she yelled at you, then you'll also be happy to know that she says other CREATIVE things about ya~. Although, I don't think she knows that you know Spanish. And if you really think back, all her Spanish comments were all about sexy things about you~. If I were you, I'd just roll with the situation and enjoy the moment till it's right~." I made a "shh"ing motion and winked at him with a smirk. He seemed to be deep in thought and then blushed even more. I swear I haven't seen anything that bright neon green since the disaster of the St. Patty's day parade last year. In short, a leprechaun impersonator in a bright and tight neon green jumpsuit isn't what you would call "family friendly". Especially when that leprechaun was REALLY out of shape. I was surprised that the mayor was even reelected that year after the incident.

"G-good night, miss.." Grillby stuttered as he left the pub. He would definitely try to keep his mind off of Iggy… Maybe.

'I swear those two are a match made in… Heaven? Nah… Hell? Maybe.' I thought as I rolled my eyes.

Hours later….

Iggy closed up for the day a few hours ago and we had spent that time getting ready. The reason I suggested that I would help out tomorrow was because tonight was a special night for us Intel gatherers. You see, during the tenth of every month, the mafias in the area and from the next town would gather at a secret meeting place and gamble and drink the night away… along with other stuff… but I ain't going into detail with THAT. Anywho, even if the mafias that are enemies with each other have no choice but to stand down. Apparently this place was not only highly secret but also high class and was funded by the underbelly of crime. This place is known as The Gathering Place. A bit cliche that a mob involved business would name a mutual meeting place based on the Bible, but oh well. Everyone has their own beliefs. I ain't going to argue on that.

Anyways, they have TIGHT security there and are SUPPOSED to be the only ones with weapons. But let's face it, no one's gonna follow that rule. They'll probably sneak something in or some other shit. Either way… both me, Sammy, and Ignite are supposed to attend tonight under the aliases of famous assassins. It's not TOO far from the truth. All three of us have built up our reputation over time while in the business. Which also included some hit and runs. Again, I ain't going into detail.

For me, this is my…*counts on fingers*... I stopped counting after the tenth time I've been in the meeting place and still nobody has gotten a CLUE as to who ratted out someone to the cops or threw their shitlord under the bus and caused a coup among certain gangs that, to me, proved to be troublesome. Although it IS Sammy's first time there. I mean, I have no DOUBT that she's got this. Her skills of penetration and agility are spot on. I just worry, you know?

Bringing to now, I chose to wear a sparkly dark blue to black choker dress. Along with a bright blond wig in an updo with flower and jeweled ornaments. Just the right amount of heavy makeup. Some classy sapphire jewelry. Consisting of a necklace, bracelet and my favorite sapphire and silver ring. It was one of the few things that I stole professionally as a street brat from a high end jewelry store. I WAS gonna sell it with the rest of the stuff I was able to get from there… but it kept begging me to keep it. It was one of the few things that made me feel… special as a woman.

Okay… enough of this emotional bull. I need to check on Sammy.

I walk into her room while slipping on my silver heels. "Hey, Sammy, you ready?"

She was wearing a dark silk midnight purple dress that faded to black at the skirt and had silvery flowers decorating it with swirling silver vines. The sleeves were long with flowing black robes while wearing black and silver floral flats. All while wearing a red wig that curled at the ends.

I wolf whistled. "Someone's aiming to get laid tonight~!" I joked. She blushed and waved a dismissive hand at me in a bashful manner.

"No.. You'd said to look my best. So I do." She replied modestly.

"Hehehehehe~ I know~ I'm messin' with ya~. Ready to go steal some info, wallets, and maybe a few hearts~?" I did a little sexy dance with my hips teasingly.

She chuckled. "Yes I am."

I grabbed her hand and went downstairs to the back room where Iggy was waiting in the black van that she had.

"Okay ladies, ready?"

We both nodded and hopped in. The drive was about an hour or so from outside of town. Pretty much in the middle of nowhere. And the thing is, is that the whole place is UNDERGROUND. The irony, I know.

As we drove up to the side of what APPEARED to be a giant boulder, Iggy knocked in a certain way and a keypad with a card scanner with a security camera and speaker came out.

"Passcode and key card please."

A rough voice came from the speaker. Once Iggy plugged in the numbers and swiped our cards, he let us in. The large portion of the sandy area shifted in front of us to reveal a huge drive-in tunnel. Iggy drove in and continued to drive even when the door behind us shut. The tunnel lights flickered on as we drove down to an already packed lot. Filled with expensive Benzes, Limos, and Porsches.

Iggy parked in our usual spot in the back to remain ominous and secluded. Low key if you will. We got out and saw Iggy in a form fitting red strapless dress that frilled and opened more at the end. She wore a black wig that had curls and she wore thick red lipstick with some impressive scarlet eyeshadow and eyeliner with a hint of a darker shade of skin makeup on her tanned cheeks. She also wore a fancy pair of diamond earrings and necklace with matching bracelets with gold heels.

"Alright girls, here are your ear pieces." She said as she handed us small communication earpieces that looked like diamond studs of earrings.

"Just tap once for me, twice for Selene, and three times for Samaria. Remember, we're here on business…. But let's make sure that we have a little fun on the way~." She playfully winked.

We both chuckled and made our way to the entrance to which the guards let us through. And low and behold, a grand gala of a casino based hotel was laid out for us in all its golden glory. Everyone seemed indifferent to us. But as soon as we separated to start our work, the men instantly started to swarm.

'Great…'

I managed to sneak past them and mosey on down to the Roulette table and situate myself in the crowd, listening into the gossip and of course starting a few rumors that I came up with from the past month to drive wedges into the gangs. And I also listened in and learned information gained through a little flirting from some of the other gang members. And after about fifteen minutes of this, I decided  to get in on the action and decided to play. Little did I know who my opponent was.

Sans POV

I put in my bid when someone new entered the game. She was pretty, for a human. With her blue and black sparkling dress and with some expensive jewelry and beautifully done makeup. If I'm being honest I don't think it really fits her, but who am I to judge. "here ta play, kiddo?"

The crowd suddenly went quiet. Everyone looked between me and her.

"it's been awhile since i had a worthy opponent. willing to try your luck?" I continued, smirking as my hat shadowed my sockets.

She made a coy smile that seemed to chill my bones down to the marrow. "You sure bone boy~? When it comes to games like these… it can get pretty rough~."

"sounds like fun~. i could use a challenge~." I replied.

She merely picked up the little white ball, and without even looking at the table, she casually dropped the ball onto the wheel, placed her bet, and it landed on the number that she predicted. All the while looking straight into my eyes and holding that smirk. She moved up her number then she simply gestures with an open hand for me to "take it away."

Two could play that game. "game on, kiddo." I picked up the ball and dropped it as she had. I made my bet and it landed on the predicted number. I gave an equally cocky smile.

*Note that both of us DO NOT KNOW HOW TO PLAY CASINO GAMES. WE ARE WINGING THIS AS IT COMES.*

But she didn't seem fazed in the slightest. She did the same thing and she landed on a higher number. This kept going until…

"Hey~ if I were you, I'd back out now." She purred casually.

“nah, havin too much fun. it’s been far too long since i had a decent opponent… other than my dad.” He chuckled.

"Your loss then~. And the loss of your wallet~." The wheel was spun and it landed on the winning number. Making her the winner. "Set and match bone boy~." She winked then sauntered away with the winnings and into the crowd.

Usually I wouldn’t be all that happy for someone to walk off with my money, but she did warn me and damn if she didn’t deserve it this time around. ‘I think I’m gonna get her name. Maybe we can play again some time?’ I thought to myself as I pulled out a cigar and went to follow her.

It took a while but I spotted her mixing and mingling with some of the local mob associates at the bar. I WAS about to say something, but then I noticed something strange. She kept getting too close for comfort in front of these guys and kept whispering something in each one of their ears. But not all at once and not one at a time… but at certain intervals to where it doesn't seem suspicious on the outside. And I might've seen her swipe a wallet or two while "flirting".

“what the hell..” ‘Well, what have we got here?’ I decided to watch for a little longer before making any moves.

As soon as she swiped another wallet from this one guy that just sat at the bar, she didn't keep it in her purse. No… she brought out two more of the wallets she swiped and put the three wallets into this one large and expensive fur jacket of what appeared to be a Don of one of the local mobs… the Canavers I think… and she did it without a hitch too. She slipped them in when she hugged her body next to him to give him his "respect". And like the perverted idiot the guy was, he didn't have a clue as to what she was doing. She then began a casual conversation with him and then whispered something into his ear that seemed to get him on edge. But he quickly shrugged it off. That was until the three guys that she swiped from checked for their wallets. They started to get panicked and then something seemed to click in their minds. And the three of them marched up to the Don and started an argument. All the meanwhile, the gal was gone. I tuned into what the argument was about, but I already figured what it was probably about.

"Hey man! Give us back our wallets and we won't put a bullet in ya head!"

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talkin about. Threaten me again and see what happens.” The Don warned lowly.

"Yo! Just because you're the new Don of your daddy's business, doesn't mean you can take what ya want little boy."

The Don fingered his gun. “Back the fuck off. I didn’t do anything to you or your damn money.”

As soon as he brought his gun out of his pocket though, the wallets ceremoniously fell out.

"Those are our wallets!"

"You were sayin'?!"

"Anyone else notice their wallets are missing?!" The third guy called out to the people who were watching from the bar.

People immediately started to pat themselves down for their wallets and immediately had shocked and pissed off faces. Pretty soon the young Don was being swarmed and then security had to escort the angry people away from the guy. And the sad part is that most of them were people from HIS gang!

“Well… this just got complicated..” ‘She’s a threat. Is she the only one or are there more? I need to get Pap and Grillbz outta here and warn Asgore.’ Hopefully she hadn’t pulled any of her tricks on our Mafia.

Papyrus's POV

Me and Grillby were getting ourselves something to drink from the passing waitresses until we heard a commotion amongst the humans.

“WHAT IS GOING ON? WHY ARE THEY FIGHTING?” ‘What am I missing now?’

Grillby looked at the commotion as a Don was being escorted out. “Seems someone stole money and they’re not happy in the least.”

“OH… BUT AREN’T THEY FROM HIS GANG?” I questioned.

“Yes. He’d just risen to power though, nobody knows what sort of man he is. I guess he was no more than a petty thief.” Grillby answered as he called to the waitress. “Fireball Whiskey, if you would.”

“I’VE BEEN MEANING TO ASK.. WHY ARE YOUR FLAMES GREEN?” Grillby scowled at me, clearly unhappy about the subject.

"Sí, querido Grillby~ ¿POR QUÉ ERES esa sombra? Creo que la pasión ardiente de la pura meada te sienta bien~."

*Yes dear Grillby~ WHY ARE you such a shade? I think the fiery passion of pure pissery suits well on you~.*

A sultry Hispanic woman's voice piped up. Grillby immediately tensed.

I frowned. “LANGUAGE.”

“Oh great. YOU’RE here.” Grillby turned to glare at the sly looking Latina woman.

“YOU KNOW THIS HUMAN, GRILLBY?” I looked between the two of them.

“Unfortunately.”

"Pleased to see you as well. And I see that your friend here knows Spanish! Well done~. And yes I'm here with my girls. One is currently having fun. While this one I just met back up from the Black Jack table. Dear, come say hello."

A very pretty, dark and fair skinned woman with very flattering colors in robes that I wasn't able to recognize came shyly up to us. But I couldn't help but think that there's a lot more to that shy demeanor of hers.

“Hello, I am… Samantha Wane… pleasure to meet you..” She greeted, holding out her hand for me to shake. I instead brought it to my teeth and ‘kissed’ it.

“I AM PAPYRUS GASTER, THE PLEASURE IS MINE.”

She blushed brightly and smiled shyly with a flustered look. The Latina woman chuckled.

"That's Sammy for you~. My name is ... Ines Rondo. And you can say that me and Grillby are a bit of… rivals in the business so to speak. On both accounts." She smirked as she popped a hip out while she rested her elbow on Samaria. She then whispered in the young woman's ear. I assume that it was Spanish because it didn't sound like English. But that's all I could deduce from where I was. I guess she was being careful around me since she knew that I spoke her language.

But when I looked at Grillby, who was partially turned to me, went bright green.

I wonder what she said.

Grillby's POV

She whispered in Samaria's ear. I could only guess they disguised their names because of their profession. And at first I wasn't going to pay any mind to it and ignore her. But as I caught sight of her from my peripheral, I saw her staring hotly right at me. I think what Selene said earlier today was true because what I heard her say caught me off guard.

"Ahora bien, si tan solo me mostrara algunas de las golosinas ardientes que tiene en su trasero, entonces no me importaría hacerle algunas "bromas" más."

*Now if only he were to show me some of the fiery goodies that is his behind, then I wouldn't mind pulling a few more "pranks" on him.*

She seemed to growl out. I don't think Papyrus heard but I sure as Hell did! I felt my entire face turn a brighter shade of green. Dammit!

“Hello, Samantha... Making sure Ines isn’t causing trouble? We both know how she tends to get.” I played off her words as if I hadn’t heard them.

She laughed while Ignite pouted and was about to retort but then we all heard whispers from all around us. It wasn't about us for once but of other people.

"Hey, did you hear that she…"

“I heard that she…”

"No~!!! But I also heard that they…"

“I thought they did…”

"Yeah! But apparently he…"

The whispers of the circulating rumors were now starting to get louder and then we heard another commotion almost next to us. Apparently it was about infidelity between the wives of the two opposing Dons cheating on the other. It was basically what every human describes it as. A catfight to the finish. It felt only as seconds go by that another fight broke out a bit further back. When we turned to the girls that we were talking to… they were gone. And it didn't take long before the whole place was erupting into multiple fist fights. Security was practically everywhere. We had to get out of there.

“there ya boys are. c’mon, we gotta go n o w.” Sans stated as he walked up to us. “a shortcut will be faster.”

We were transported to the parking lot where Sans' Benz was in front of us. And just as we're about to get in, we heard another engine rev and we spotted a dark van with blackout windows making a beeline for the exit.

“either they had the same idea as us or…” Sans trailed off.

“Or..?” I inquired. Sans shook his skull.

“later, when we are in a more secure location.”

As soon as we got in the car, Sans tore out of there and when we tried to see the black van… it was gone. Pretty sure we heard gunshots back in the hall. That was a close one.

Selene's POV

"Dammit Selene! If I had known you were gonna pull that sort of shit again, I would've worn my flats." Ignite screeched as she threw one of her most favorite heels on the floor of the van. They were pretty much ruined, scuffed up to Hell and back. And I'm pretty sure one of the shoes had a chuck of heel taken off.

"Sorry Iggy… if it helps, I got a lot of Intel. And I know for a FACT that some of those gangs will be dead either by morning… or if they're unlucky… suffer for about a week or so. But either way, it's still a win!" I tried to look at the positive side of things.

"NOT FOR MY HEELS IT AIN'T!" She fumed as she gave me the stink eye from the rearview mirror. I tried not to make any eye contact that was necessary. Sammy was in no better shape than Iggy was. She both looked terrified and pissed at the same time. And she made sure that I knew that she was just by her glare.

"So… anyone else got Intel from those guys…?" I tried to ease the tension.

Iggy sighed in exhaustion and frustration. "Lucky for your ass I managed to get some information on this and the next month's weapons trades and shipping between several mobs and where their drop off points are. NORMALLY I would have more information than that. BUT SOMEBODY SCREWED THAT UP! WHY COULDN'T YOU DO THIS AT THE END OF THE NIGHT, HUH?!"

I ignored her ranting and turned to Sammy who was still glaring at me. "Well…? Did you find more targets of steal deals…?" I tried to coax her.

“...” She stubbornly looked away.

"Ah c'mon~ I know you had fun and you must've gotten at least a few hits to go off by~ and don't think I didn't catch sight of you having Doe eyes for that tall skellie~." I nudged her.

Sammy blushed but glared again. “That’s the point. You pulled that stunt before I could get anything from him.”

"Well… did you at least get a few hits to go by? Y'know for stealin' shit?" I awkwardly smiled.

She nodded but said nothing more on it. Yeesh! Tough crowd.