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And I can be really silent and still…                                                               Silent like a mouse

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“Interesting… very interesting.”

He listened intently about the ins and outs of paid murder. Or being a hitman. Whichever term works. He wouldn’t give a verbal reaction to the money situation, but his face showed envy. Then, a small smile grew upon his face. Oh, he had an idea.

“Do you happen to have any conditions about your… business?”

He’s looked around in the shadiest corners, be it in real life or virtual, once or twice, but that’s only the amount of time he’d admit that. Ottoman knows that these kinds of jobs usually come with terms of service. Who knows. Perhaps he could possibly have this one guy offed.

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“Personally? Not really, I mean nothing too different from others. Jobs are priced upon request. I don’t go after kids and I don’t go near anything dealing with explosives.” Fern shrugged “Under seventeens are too high profile and I’m not about to risk a man hunt for some spoiled little brat. The bomb thing is also more for self-preservation than anything else.”

“I’m either paid all up front or half and half. That bit is non negotiable.” Fern eyed the man before her, if he was hinting at something it was most intriguing. “My terms aren’t complicated and most fatal if attempts are made to skirt around them.”

“And it’s cheaper to let me choose the manner of death compared to having it chosen by the... let’s call them clients.” Fern rested her chin on her interlaced fingers. “Why?”

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“Ah… a-ha. That’s really funny. You think this is my first time around the block? Oh please.”

He faked a laugh in the beginning, and was still grinning evilly. But by the end of his say, he was almost taken aback. Didn’t she know that she was in good hands?

“Trust me. There’s not a thing to worry about. Now, do you want to get caught by holding me up like this? Or do you want to get the hell out?”

Ah, his mocking never failed to come out.

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“I’m not laughing. As a rule of thumb I don’t trust thieves.” Fern bit back another insult about Dewey’s failure in the past. She wasn’t trying to start something, it was a standard warning to anyone who she worked with. 

Only idiots trusted other people.

“In case you forgot I have to re-connect the wires.” In all the excitement Fern had almost forgotten this bit of the plan, only the electricians tape around the knife hilt reminded her. Not that she’d ever admit it. They had decided on taking the tape from the roll before entering the museum. Navigating through lasers with a roll of tape was slightly more difficult than a pair of wire cutters.

“Unless you want the guard to notice the lack of lasers. It is kind of a tip off that something is wrong and needs investigating.” Fern wasn’t rattled by his mocking tone, she adopted one of her own.

“Or you can do it and I’ll wait on the other side of the room. How’s your handspring by the way?”

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The ten year old watched in horrified fascination as the dermatologist on the screen in front of her went to work extracting blackheads and various other acne. Why no one was monitoring her internet searches was anyone’s guess.

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“If you’re looking for my dad he took my brother to the doctor.”

Fern looked up from her book as a figure approached the front stoop.

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“Got it.”

A twisted grinned formed as he popped in the glass with a gloved finger, and his covered hand got a hold of the artifact. He lifted it out, and studied it for a little. How it gleamed, why, he almost took a minute to marvel at its greatness. Almost. Thus, as swiftly and quietly as he could, he ran back over to Fern.

“Let’s go, let’s go!”

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“Try in any way to screw me on this and it will end very badly for you.” 

Fern had rounded on her partner pointing the knife at him a sadistic grin on her face, it wasn’t some drawn out moment but a quick little reminder before getting on their way. 

This was another reason people didn’t generally like working with her, Fern believed that honor among thieves was a sorry joke and people needed reminding that crossing her was not in their best interest. Fern didn’t trust thieves and she never considered herself one; she was a murderer who occasionally deviated from the norm.

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“So help me, I will!”

For once, the man was ready to get into a fight. He glared a most nasty and awful look at the woman. Ottoman didn’t even think about the consequences.  

“Don’t you dare push me, Fern.”

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 It wasn’t even that Fern was particularly mad at Dewey, quite the contrary, but the lack of anyone else to take it out on left them both in this predicament. She hadn’t yet drawn a weapon which was a good thing but the venom in her voice could have curdled milk.

“Take your best shot, old man.”

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“Six figures? You’re kidding.”

He was jealous at the mention of that much money for murder. Perhaps it was per murder, which made him even more jealous. Or it was her “salary” of sorts?

“Is that for one murder or what?”

Now Dewey was interested, but only because of the mention of money.

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“There are two things I don’t kid about. Money is one.” Fern smirked, not for the first time did she imagine Dewey covered in someone else’s blood. She wondered if the neat freak could handle it, not the murder had to be messy. “Six isn’t the general rule but it is a common enough occurrence, if you’re good. Which I am.” 

“The price also varies on the difficulty of the job. The more targets or the lower risk citizens will raise the price.” There were other things that determined how much money you’d make per job but Fern didn’t feel like getting into it. 

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“Not much of a fish person I’m going to assume. Well we got sharks and stingrays.–I mean they’re fish too, but people usually find them more interesting than the other fish.”

      Marley turned, nodding their head towards the big sign that read ‘Stingray Exhibit’ and ‘Shark Tanks’ beneath it. Most people got a kick out of petting the stingrays, and the aquarium even let people get into the shark tank in a cage. It wasn’t as popular though, most were too scared which Marley thought was completely unreasonable, sharks were great.

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“Fish are definitely not on my top 50 animals list. A lot of the deep sea creatures are definitely in the top 100 though.” Fern had no clue why she choose to visit the aquarium of all places but she didn’t particularly feel like combing through records at the library to figure out some reason for her being there.

“So, have you heard of any weird goings on?” well it was worth a shot even though the phrasing was a bit tactless. Fern had found out quite early on that people closer to her age were most likely to respond to a more direct line of questioning. Older generations tended to look at the brunette funny if she didn’t beat around the bush at least a little, older librarians were the worst.

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“Weird right? I still can’t figure out why he does that.” They nodded towards the lion fish in the large tank, which was busy doing what looked like barrel rolls in the water. Marley kept their hands in the pockets of the old, red hoodie they were wearing, signature blue polo showing. “We thought maybe he had some sort of issue with his brain or nerves, but nah, he’s completely healthy. ‘s just weird.”

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“Well at least no one can say this fish isn’t interesting.”

Fern would be the first to admit fish were not on her list of favorite animals. She began to wonder if her brother had sent her here as a joke or something, so far this entire town had felt pretty normal. At least as far as college towns went.

Not for the first time since arrival Fern wondered if this was what her life would have been like had her entire world not imploded in on itself two years ago.

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