Yes, you. The one without a caller ID who knows all the things a girl likes to hear like “Merda” or “sizable salary”. Remember me? I liberated your precious rocket launchers from the Purples.
So, funny story. I think my faction boss doesn’t like me anymore since he hasn’t given me a proper job in almost three years. Might be related to me asking what he and Gozen really did under that cherry tree. (Dick can be such a stiff in a suit sometimes.)
Anyway. Job offerings for freelance walking weapons of mass destruction like me are slim, so I’d like to take you up on your offer of a cushy job that comes with an expense account and my own office.
Call me or my agent Thomas Grady for negotiations.