by the time the other captain â quinn could only assume she was a captain, though the captain of what she wasnât sure â stepped foot inside her cabin, quinn was already settled in her worn leather chair, reclined back with her legs crossed atop the deskâs surface.Â
âsit,â she said, holding an arm out to point at the chair just across from where she was seated; a toothpick was stuck in the corner of her mouth, wedged into her molars as she chewed away on it. she supposed it was more polite to do than to smoke, especially with someone who was making a business offer.Â
she could try, for a little while at least.Â
ânow,â she started, folding her hands behind her neck as she stared at the redhead before her. âwhat does this job entail? i meanâ whatâs the weight of the baggage. yâknow, iâm not gonna get in trouble for this, am i?âÂ
quinn, of course, knew she wouldnât get caught: the chances of that happening were slim to none, but she still wanted to ask, assess the risk involved with something like this, especially if she were going to do it for a woman she met no more than ten minutes ago.Â
âtell me every single detail, or iâm out.âÂ
If Fortuna were being honest with herself, she would admit that this was a nuisance and that doing this was annoying, though finding Quinn to be who she had been told was the least of her problems. She wasnât afraid of the assassin - she could probably do just as much, if not worse.Â
She finds herself sitting down across from the other woman, seated with a poised back and her long legs crossing over one another and her hips situated comfortably as though sheâd been there many times.Â
âYouâll only get in trouble if youâre caught; I wasnât aware that that was a risk Iâd have to take.â The inferred slight was intentional.Â
âI need this man killed, with no trace back to who ordered it. Itâd be clear enough who did it, but without proof thereâd be no cause to go to war. And Iâd like to avoid that.â What other details were needed?Â