[Jacob]

*Setting: It was the night after Amoeba's job and her employer was far from impressed. Infact he was close to ordering her death. Amoeba had failed to do what she was ordered to do, and it had nearly cost the lot of them their lives. The Faction that they were involved with, loathed failures, and if it so much as felt that one of its own was beginning to fail, it would execute the leader and everyone below him/her.*

Vykker: "I have never witnessed a being secrete so much incompetance in all my life. Never have i seen, or heard of, such recklessness!!"

The Vykker was sat down, speaking softly, yet lividly. And although Amoeba's standing pressence should've made him feel psychologically intimidated, it didn't.

Vykker: "I would have thought my orders of "do a DNA test on the child first" would have been clear enough for you to take heed of. Obviously i was wrong. So VERY wrong."

His first two arms rubbed his face slowly, he sighed, thinking of how he could explain this to the Faction. Amoeba stood apatheticly however, not really caring. She had told him that the Faction was not a hospital, and that she had no intention of doing a DNA test. Turning her head slightly, she tried to look behind her, were Manson was standing.

Vykker: "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

He slammed his primary right arm down, the clenched fist hitting the surface of the table and juddering it slightly. Her head snapped back to meet with the eyes of her superior, they seemed to be alight with menace and hatred.

Vykker: "And then feeding the foetus to the brother-in-law of our client. You...You are a..."

Amoeba: "How did you know he was the f*cking brother-in-law? And how did you know what i did to him?"

She raised her left brow, a confused expression glazing her face.

Vykker: "I had Manson follow you, if you must know. And it was a good job too, otherwise i wouldn't have known how fu..."

He stopped himself from swearing, knowing it would only lower himself to Amoeba's foul mouthed standards.

Vykker: "...how moronic you are. And also, atleast now we can say that the two marks were killed by an unknown assailant. You, however, will still have to be disciplined."

But Amoeba hadn't listened to what he had said after finding out she had been tailed. After finding out who had taken a shot at her.

Amoeba: "Manson f*cking tailed me? It was him who f*cking killed my marks!? HE F*CKING TOOK A SHOT AT ME!! HE TRIED TO F*CKING KILL ME!!"

She turned around, her claws unsheathing. Manson merely smirked, twirling his cane in his right hand and jumping slightly, which made the blades on the outter-legs of his pants flip out, making him a couple of inches taller. He then balanced on the points with amazing ease, preparing himself for Amoeba's attack.

Vykker: "LOOK AT ME!!"

The moment Amoeba had made an attempt to go for Manson, the Vykker had stood, grasping her right arm and spinning her around. His grip was strong and his face was now directly infront of the female Katterwols. His brows now narrowed as he quivered gently with unbridled anger.

Vykker: "His shot at you will soon mean nothing if you don't clean this mess up. As soon as the Faction gets wind of this, all our heads are going to be on the platter. And i, for one, am not willing to be killed for your...mess."

Once again he refrained himself from swearing. He then picked up a small piece of paper, which had obviously been torn from somewhere, and placed it in Amoeba's hand.

Vykker: "This is our clients address. Now, you kill him, and you do it quick. Because i'm thinking he's soon going to find out that his wife was not cheating. And that, that baby you fed to his brother-in-law, was his. And when he does, you can guarantee he's not going to be pleased. So...kill him. Now."

He seemed to growl the last word, pushing Amoeba back as he did so. Manson stepped to the side, jumping softly so that the blades retracted to their usual position and he was once again his regular size. As Amoeba slowly left the room, giving one glance at the address, they watched. Both wanting to see her dead. Once she had exited and the large doors to the room were securely closed, Manson turned to his superior.

Manson: "Giving her another job after all her failures. Heh, you have patience."

The Vykker sat down slowly, an evil smirk spreading across his face.

Vykker: "Oohh, i guarantee you this will be her last job. Our ex-client found out about his brother-in-law. Apparently they were going to be introduced the night that Amoeba killed them. His wife left him a message on his answering machine, infact. A message about how she had "big news" for him and how she wanted him to meet her younger brother. Heh."

Manson looked at the Vykker in shock, his calmness was strangely uncomfortable, especially now since the Faction was surely going to be after them.

Manson: "But...But that means we're..."

Vykker: "No. Heh. You see, after finding out about how we, or shall we say Amoeba, never followed his directions, he was angry. Upset. And wanted blood. Sources tell me that the first call he made wasn't to our superiors. But to the small Bounty office run by Griegfeld."

A snigger escaped him after this sentence, and he seemed to go into a dreamy gaze. The revelation of where their ex-client had called had also intrigued Manson, who was now staring at his superior in, a kind of, awe.

Vykker: "And guess who he hired. Out of all the Bounty hunters he could have picked. Guess which he chose..."

Manson thought for a moment, before it became all too clear who it was and why his superior was so peculiarly happy.

Manson: "Not...Not Iber, surely?"

He smiled, broadly. A small chuckle escaping him as the Vykker nodded.

Vykker: "And they're meeting tonight. And finally our rival can be of some use, and relieve us of that thorn in our side..."

The brief moment of silence between both creatures was quickly broken as the Vykker cackled highly, this loud and freaky laugh soon accompanied by Mansons. The room seemed to ring with the sound of their manic laughter, echoeing loudly off the marble surfaces as Amoeba, obliviously, walked into the jaws of death...

~End~

(OOC: *Dramatic music*)