<strong>Malaya<br/><br/>At Giuseppe’s<br/><br/>Striking up a Job</strong><br/>“I can afford 3k max”, the man shrugged. “It’s the most I can pay for this. After that, it would be cheaper to hire a sniper, or something...”.<br/>He pulled out a wad of bills. They were used $20 bills, perfect for payments like this one.<br/>"Or I van pay you triple in $50 bills, but you use them to pay at your risk. Very good fakes, though - nobody could make the difference. You know this carries a stiffer penalty, though."<br/><br/><strong>Susan Cochrane<br/><br/>In a Bar’s booth<br/><br/>Coming to the spider’s castle for supper</strong><br/><br/>Mara opened a booth on a wall that looked dark and shiny, and moved inside before Susan had time to , turning to face Susan again. It was when she noticed her legs, and possibly took them into account.<br/><br/>If not, there was some other reason why her smile had gotten more…promising. While she was slamming the door shut. Or the window, one might say, because it turned out the whole wall was made of tinted glass.<br/><br/>“I don’t care…usually. But I work with people that might care. I also don’t care to keep slapping prying noses, nor explaining they wouldn’t be smashed if people kept them out of my things.”<br/><br/>She sat and threw her leg over the other, smiling radiantly.<br/><br/>“Better to make sure everyone thinks I’m just boring… good, nobody noticed us slipping in here. People probably awaited the show.”<br/><br/>She pointed behind the tinted glass. There were two men and two women on the stage already. And they looked ready to make a show of dominance and submission, with whips and all.