"I want a bonus if I bring the thing in alive. I don't appreciate being nickeled and dimed to death for the dangerous shit I've been getting recently." Tésíx's voice was serious. "Also, don't me repeat myself again. I've told you before to call me Taylor Sovereign. Anyway, I'll bill you for any ammo expended and/or damages to my property after the mission. Half up front and half if I succeed. Goodbye."<br/><br/>Tésíx's hung up the phone without waiting to for a goodbye from the other side. He was fed up with handlers from House Nailo being stuffy pricks, but money was money. He'd up his fee later. He arranged a group text to include two contacts, vague names to protect himself as well as them. Muffins and Ocean.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'menlo'">"Job: creature retrieval @ Morshire Construction Site. Get there ASAP. I'll meet you there. Subtlety required."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'arial'">The text was sent before Tésíx had finished putting on his leather gloves. He pocketed the burner phone and exited his apartment, ensuring the armored door and three deadbolts were secure, then took the elevator to the parking basement. In his personal stall sat, in Tésíx's own words, a true beauty. He swept a leg over his glossy, crimson Ducati Panigale V4 S before igniting the engine and revving a couple times, its lovely purr turning into a fearsome roar that filled the dead air. The fixer was a streak of red as he exited the underground garage, pushing his superbike to the limit as he raced toward the construction site, and his target.</span>