New Arrangements [@notyourlastfailure]
One of the things that Sigyn often had to do in her job was sort out negotiations between companies. It was one of the things that bored her to tears, but it had to be done to get to the part she was good at - water-tight contracts that neither party could find loopholes to exploit.
She was in one of the preliminary meetings with the leader of one company - a rather seedy, elderly man with squinting piggy eyes and a moustache that seemed too large for his face - when an alarm started going off downstairs.
"Fire alarm?" she asked calmly as the man before her jumped and started scrabbling for the briefcase containing his half of the downpayment for her firm's services, cuffing it to his wrist and hiding the key on his person.
"Burglers," he replied in a thin, nasal voice, "That one only goes off for three people; The Joker, Two-face and-"
There was suddenly a loud crashing noise as the door blew off its hinges, narrowly missing Sigyn and her client, followed by a blurred figure of what appeared to be a bald, red-faced man (Sigyn couldn't see clearly because of the smoke) who entered the room with what looked like a bazooka balanced precariously on his shoulder.
