Angel's eyes had been shut for a moment. It probably looked like she was deep in thought, but she was feeling tired at the moment and was in fact resting. Her light eyes fluttered open when she heard something plop onto the couch next to her. Surprised, she looked around to see who had dropped the satchel there, and she caught sight of Deon standing behind her. His yellow eyes glared down at her as he told her to open it.
"It better not be some cop's severed hand, Deon," she grumbled as she snatched up the bag and opened it, peering inside. A hefty green roll of twenties stared back at her. "Whoa, nice work!" She reached inside and clutched the money. Flipping through it, she counted out two hundred and twenty dollars. That would nearly double what they had stored away already. She was about to get up and lock the twenties in the safe when she noticed Deon was still staring at her.
"What?" she asked him, confused.
"You should have had backup," he muttered after waiting a couple of seconds to respond. He leaned forward and got closer to Angel. "That meeting you just had with pistol boy, that could have ended badly for you. I spotted you heading to the carnival on my way back with that." He pointed to the satchel of money he had given her. "As much as I wouldn't mind seeing your brains plastered all over the street, I'd be pissed that it wasn't because of me."
Angel snickered at him.
"Well, I'm certainly very sorry about almost pissing you off," Angel replied in a mockingly sad voice. Then her expression returned to normal. "I'm a gang leader, Deon," she reminded him. "I know how to protect myself. That kid wouldn't have hurt me just for coming up to him and offering him a job. After all, I'd say the little mission I went on to recruit you was way more dangerous." She winked at him, which was her way of thanking him for his indirect concern.
She stood up and went over to the safe to lock away the money when Deon told her he had spent thirty dollars of the money he had gotten on a bottle of whiskey he was now sipping on casually. She rolled her eyes at him, not really caring. Thirty dollars didn't make much of a different to her; he had still brought a good enough sum of cash.
"Feel free to join me Angel Baby, I could use a massage for all my hard work.
Angel had already locked the safe again and was facing the teen with her arms crossed.
"You worked hard, Deon," she admitted. "But to earn a massage from this girl, you're gonna need to haul in two million dollars' worth of diamonds straight from Sierra Leone. Come find me when you manage to do that, mmkay?" She winked back at him and flipped her hair at him sassily before walking away toward the stairs that led back upstairs. In reality, she just wanted some time to be alone and to... think. She'd have too many distractions in her hideout after all. Additionally, she didn't have any more 'suicide missions' to do that day, so she was in no rush. Before going up the stairs, she grabbed a gray hoodie and a blunt knife she had left out a few days before. After pulling the hoodie over he head, she slipped the small dagger into it's middle pocket. Now she was ready to go.
Instead of exiting off the ground level, Angel continued to ascend in their base's stairwell. Once she got to the roof, she saw it was raining. Thankfully, with her hood over her head, she was protected well enough from the fat droplets. They were warm now, as the weather had warmed up as well with the end of winter and the beginning of spring. Under other circumstances, she wouldn't have minded just walking in the rain in a regular shirt, but today she wasn't in that kind of mood.
She walked to the edge of the roof and looked over the cityscape in the darkening sky. No emotions came to her with the breathtaking view, however. With a sigh, she leaped off... and landed on the roof of a neighboring building that was of the same height. This was an easy task, as many of the buildings were crowded close together and had very small gaps between them.
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