<br/><b>Kacy Anderson</b><br/><br/>Kacy tossed the gun back in the bag, acknowledging her partners reasoning with a nod. "No need wasting a good gun, I suppose." She continues flipping the knife through her fingers, watching the lot with a small frown. "I was a businesswoman." she replied, watching the knife fly through her fingers. "And a damn good one. There's just a limited number of business models that allow for a girl like me, and crime happens to be the most profitable."<br/><br/>She propped a leg up on the door, shifting into yet another position in the sporty car and blowing air out of her nose. "Now this here" she adds, waving her arm around the car, as if it encompassed their current shared life choices. "This is not a business. This is just temp work for fuck-up's and bored retiree's. Sure there's money here, and even skill, but this is no model for a business. What I used to do, that was work - multiple revenue streams, juggling employees, competitors - hell, I even had a legal department." Kacy stopped the knife, holding up her metal arm like a court exhibit. "Of course, the hostile takeovers are a bit more extreme in that line of work." She scanned the lot again, a self deprecating smirk spreading across her face. "But just like any business world, once you've really fucked up, you are out. And I, my friend, am out. So it's temp work for me."<br/><br/>