“Thanks for lending me your coat sis, mine still at the dry cleaners.” Emilie shouldered the shotgun as she spoke.
“It’s yours, keep it, i know how much “government” work pays.” Lillian smiled as she shrugged slightly.
“Well your right there, it does pay less than what you on.
But there loads of crap you have to put up with as freelance assassin, having to launderer all your money, the 12 hour flights but the worse of it was meeting the clients.
I think it was Spain, that was the one, that made me think again about being freelance.
Three weeks of haveing to get dressed up in those black leather catsuits and wear those stupid heels, and for what to stand around and guard that fool while he watched the bullfights.
The money just wasn’t worth, so say what you like but “government” work pays the bills.”
“Well i can’t argue with that, still being able to kill whoever i want helps with the stress, really you should try some time.
Now are we going after this vampire or should it put the kettle on?” With a sincere tone to her voice Lillian collected her submachinegun.
