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"Says the guy who's getting an extra ten fuckin' percent."
He never should've agreed to this. Should've stuck to theft without the murder, but the pay'd been too much to pass by. Grab the jewels, grab the documents, kill one asshole, and get out of there. Trouble is, he's not the most experienced with knocking someone off. He can do it, sure. Has done it plenty of times in self-defense, usually while fleeing a crime scene. But just walking in and pulling the trigger? He thinks he can do it, but there's no guarantee. And for this much cash, he's not about to leave loose ends.
Which is where Mr. Personality comes in. Pink (it doesn't hurt to use code names, okay?) had brought him on to make sure the murder part of the assignment goes smoothly. Pink's fine grabbing the documents and jewels from the safe, knocking out the security systems, whatever. As far as he's concerned, he'll handle all of that, this guy can stick to the blood and guts. Lorne Malvo's not a totally unknown entity - there's a mutual acquaintance, someone they've both been on jobs with - but Pink doesn't have a clear picture of him, either. Which makes him nervous, but it'll have to be one of the prices of this assignment.
And now he wants ten percent, which to be fair isn't really that much, he could've asked for worse. It still bothers Pink, and the harsh disquiet in his eyes betrays as much.
"Yeah, sure, fine, an extra ten percent to you. And my personal fucking thanks for saving my ass. Is that enough for you?"
All right. All right, he needs to calm down. Take a deep breath. It's the uncertainties that're getting to him, the stress of taking on a job that may be beyond his means. Which shouldn't be a problem any more. He's taken care of it; that's what Mr. Ten Percent is for. So he's got no reason to be so worked up. Anyway, if he doesn't calm down, the job'll be a wreck.
"Shit. Honest, I appreciate your coming on."
Edited (gonna adjust until my eyes fall out) 2018-03-24 05:43 (UTC)
This is the first time Lorne has met with his contact outside of their mutual acquaintance and he already has his share of reservations. The piercing nag of the voice coming out of the scrappy little man goes a long way in terms of doubt. What credentials his voice alone doesn't demolish his heated exchange with, well... himself, obliterates any form of competency.
That said, Malvo expects to be paid and leave this job alive all the same. He can't say the same for Mr. Pink.
"Just the ten percent is fine," he replies casually before setting his bag on the counter. It looks like an old doctor's bag from a time long past, inherited and repurposed for god only knows. From it he begins producing weapons, ammunition and a small vile of liquid with a syringe.
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He never should've agreed to this. Should've stuck to theft without the murder, but the pay'd been too much to pass by. Grab the jewels, grab the documents, kill one asshole, and get out of there. Trouble is, he's not the most experienced with knocking someone off. He can do it, sure. Has done it plenty of times in self-defense, usually while fleeing a crime scene. But just walking in and pulling the trigger? He thinks he can do it, but there's no guarantee. And for this much cash, he's not about to leave loose ends.
Which is where Mr. Personality comes in. Pink (it doesn't hurt to use code names, okay?) had brought him on to make sure the murder part of the assignment goes smoothly. Pink's fine grabbing the documents and jewels from the safe, knocking out the security systems, whatever. As far as he's concerned, he'll handle all of that, this guy can stick to the blood and guts. Lorne Malvo's not a totally unknown entity - there's a mutual acquaintance, someone they've both been on jobs with - but Pink doesn't have a clear picture of him, either. Which makes him nervous, but it'll have to be one of the prices of this assignment.
And now he wants ten percent, which to be fair isn't really that much, he could've asked for worse. It still bothers Pink, and the harsh disquiet in his eyes betrays as much.
"Yeah, sure, fine, an extra ten percent to you. And my personal fucking thanks for saving my ass. Is that enough for you?"
All right. All right, he needs to calm down. Take a deep breath. It's the uncertainties that're getting to him, the stress of taking on a job that may be beyond his means. Which shouldn't be a problem any more. He's taken care of it; that's what Mr. Ten Percent is for. So he's got no reason to be so worked up. Anyway, if he doesn't calm down, the job'll be a wreck.
"Shit. Honest, I appreciate your coming on."
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This is the first time Lorne has met with his contact outside of their mutual acquaintance and he already has his share of reservations. The piercing nag of the voice coming out of the scrappy little man goes a long way in terms of doubt. What credentials his voice alone doesn't demolish his heated exchange with, well... himself, obliterates any form of competency.
That said, Malvo expects to be paid and leave this job alive all the same. He can't say the same for Mr. Pink.
"Just the ten percent is fine," he replies casually before setting his bag on the counter. It looks like an old doctor's bag from a time long past, inherited and repurposed for god only knows. From it he begins producing weapons, ammunition and a small vile of liquid with a syringe.