Oni was a little sorry to see the two ladies go. They appeared to be the more level headed of the group. He’d be left with the boss lady and her creepy guard dog. Sure the secretary was nice, but he saw the way she looked at Anne and knew where that was going. Fuck it, the job paid in spades, and he already found out that he was in league with a drug cartel smart enough to use a fucking AI for organization. He’d already saw one cowboy get put out to pasture, and helped them carry the body out.<br/><br/>It hit him as the two ladies left with Nikki. Hit him like a ton of bricks at 2 pm on some idle Sunday, boxers on and bored to shit. They just saw a guy get offed, then chucked his unfortunate ass out a window…and on top of that, now know about what this particular cartel was up to. He took a last look at the door, knowing those ladies weren’t leaving in the same condition they’d arrived in. The sound of Nikki’s guns followed his hunch, along with muffled screams of distress, before more gunfire. His hand shook, and he’d never wanted a cigarette as bad as at that moment.<br/><br/>He’d slowly put one hand over the other that was currently shaking. Nothing else betrayed the internal fear-coaster he was on at this point, and he fought the urge to fall back online…to his happy place. This was the real shit. Black hats don’t leave witnesses, and they sure as hell don’t like quitters. After a minute, he was fine, and didn’t bother looking at Nikki as she came back in. Princesses indeed. He thought it best to stay quiet at the moment. They were armed, and he wasn’t…at least not physically. And besides, bullets were faster than the hack he could pull on them, though there were options if he survived the first 10 seconds. He took a little solace from that.<br/><br/>“So…yeah…how about those Bay Snakes?” He asked, referring to some random sports team he’d heard about. Much more interested in breaking the awkward silence than lamenting two ladies he’d just met that day. Their deaths only reminded him of the fragility of not only his person, but of his position here. They “needed” him, sure. He was good, and that was a fact, and he’d already put up on some of what he was hired for. The work he did would be to quiet the critics who could get him killed, at least until he was a proper black hat. Then he could be all shits and giggles with them just fine.<br/>