The Ninth Life

Shan'ica SilverPheniox


5: The Deal

"Well, Ms. Corvan, it is a pleasure to see you again." Mr. Klidox stood and smiled as Shane entered the room.

"The pleasure is all mine." Shane replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. If he noticed it, his face didn't show it. "Your aid said that you had agreed to my terms." It was not a question.

Mr. Klidox cleared his throat, obviously taken aback by Shane's statement. "Ummm…yes, I have. 10, 000 credits, half now, half upon delivery." He stated her terms exactly.

"Purrrrfect." Shane stretched the purred word out, enjoying watching Klidox and his little freak squirm. "I will have the goods for you tomorrow." She stood and stared at them expectantly.

Mr. Klidox nodded to his perverted aid, who then turned and spoke into the comm. "Geraldine, please transfer 5, 000 credits from the business expenses account into account number 611581-4225083 at the First National Bank of New Ireland."

"Yes Mr. Clands." A squeaky female voice replied. A moment later 'Geraldine' said, "Credits transferred Mr. Clands."

"Thank you." The pervert replied. He looked at Shane and nodded. 'By the blood of my father, that man is fucking disgusting. I can feel him trying to undress me with his fucking eyes.' She thought before nodding once to Klidox and leaving the office.




Twenty minutes later Shane was back at the hotel. Riddick and Jack were still there, Riddick scanning the comm and Jack watching the vid. Ignoring Jack and her soap opera, Shane approached Riddick.

"Looking for something in particular?" Shane purred in his ear. He didn't jump, but he did flinch. Shane smiled as he turned to look at her, her face only inches from his.

"Not really." He replied, his expression one of annoyance. Whether it was with her for startling him or with himself for being startled Shane couldn't tell. She listened to the ads for a moment.

"You need a job?" She asked. He didn't answer. "Well, I might have something for you." Shane turned and walked towards the patio. He didn't answer. After a moment he followed her, closing the patio door behind him.

"Just what the fuck would a fucking cat burglar want with me?" He stepped in close to her, towering over her and pinning her against the railing.

"Wha…" Before she could even get the question out he cut her off. "Why the fuck where you at that hotel? Why did you bring us here? What the fuck is in it for you?" He fired off the questions one after the other, all the while glaring at her. It took a lot to unbalance Shane. She didn't crack easily. Riddick cracked her like he would crack an egg. Shane yowled, her way of crying, and shrunk back from him.

"Nothing, I swear. I just thought you needed help. I didn't do anything. Please…" She looked up at Riddick, letting him see the pain in her eyes. He stepped back from her and sat down on one of the patio chairs to think. Shane crumpled down into the corner of the patio and tried to regain some control over herself. They sat like this for a long time, until Riddick finally broke the silence.

"What did you mean you might have something for me?" He asked softly, not looking at her.

"I have a job, a heist as the humans say." Shane looked up, her features schooled back into a blank look, no emotion evident on her face. "It is near where your hotel was. I could use your help. To make sure no one comes to close while I pull it off." He turned away again, thinking. "I'll pay you 2500 credits." Shane added quietly. "I'm sure you could use them." He turned and stared at her for a moment.

"Alright, you have a deal." He offered her his hand, which she took.




Riddick watched from the patio as Shane and Jack left the room. They were going to go shopping, to find Jack some new clothes since they had to leave her bag behind when they left the piece of shit hotel back in the 'jects. Shane hid her emotions well. He was sorry that he had been so harsh to her, but he didn't know what to think. He had found a computer terminal in a small café just down the street from the hotel and had done a little 'research' on Shane Corvan. He discovered that she was some kind of master cat burglar (in more than one sense!) and had immediately been suspicious of her motives. He still wasn't sure of them. His instincts told him not to trust her, not to trust anyone on this fucking planet. But he wanted to trust her in the worst way. He smacked his hand down against the railing. Damn it, he was going soft. As he turned to go inside he thought of Shane, her silky voice, and the shivers it caused when she had whispered in his ear.



 

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