Dee watched from the counter as Crow cornered the lone Wolf into dealing with the fresh meat. Such was the way of Aiden; the kid had a knack for divine luck and for slithering his way out of responsibility. Too bad he didn't account for accidentally using a Rouge name in public. That was surely going to bite him in the ass if Tarak came to notice
Tarak always notices. Deeandra was brought back to her immediate surroundings at the sound of Jack's voice,
βAnd yes, I can take one with bloodstains and head-shaped dents on it.β The quirky kid has a sense of humor.
"Well if it isn't your lucky day. I'll make you deal of a lifetime. I'll get you a car radio, possibly of questionable quality if you'll tell me what we need to fixed the Jukebox. It's so quiet I can hear myself think. And God forbid if these idiots be left alone with their thoughts. That's what screwed us in the first place."Reaching into her pocket Dee pulled out a small size flip book and ripped out a page. Pulling a dull pencil out of the spiral she placed both on the bartop and slid them over his way. She would need a detailed list. If Dee was anything, it was efficient. They didn't need to be aimlessly collecting random scrap in hopes of getting the right equipment. The raid was already determined; this would just be a pit stop along the way. The plan was taking a four day journey southeast where there is a military base. The Rogues had raided that area before, confiscating illegal equipment for the Council or the militia. The jobs always paid well. This time was different though. The last haul had some military documents, have tattered and covered in dirt.
That was months ago. Now out of nowhere the Council is wanting them to go back, paying double. Deeandra was at the meeting with the boss and honestly, the Council sounded like a scifi fanatic from one of the library books. They were claiming the intel included information about an underground base and they wanted us to look for more documents, anything that seemed interesting, to bring it all. This sounded rather fishy to Dee herself, but she wasn't one to turn down money. The stern look on the bosses' face put a rock in her stomach, nonetheless. Apparently, areas like this weren't a pinnacle for safety and he had lost a comrade doing a similar raid in his early days as a Rogue. To Dee he just sounded soft.
Turning her back to the bar and looking back into the center of the room she rested back and leaned her forearm against the polished wood top.
"Don't take all day, Tarak. We do have actual work to get to. Or do we need to pull your Daddy out of school to give you a peptalk?"