Back at headquarters, Briya was attempting to mix a signature cocktail. Her latest attempt was a lovely peach hue, and it smelled divine. Overconfidently, she took in a large mouthful...then jumped up and headed for the open window, where she spit it into the wind. Bug spray would have tasted better, she thought as she wiped off her chin. Several yards further down, a car pulled up to the curb and, as she watched, an angry Kate Logan marched through the door. 

Booted feet didn't stop outside her door, they came right on through. 

Briya looked at Kate for a long minute. She'd missed a button in her haste, therefore her collar was poofed out a bit on one side. Underneath, a black bra strap was visible. 

Brows raised, Briya considered a few pithy remarks, but they all died away as Kate began to speak 

Kate's arms were crossed, her wiry forearms functioning as a barrier. She worked hard to keep her voice steady, and she largely succeeded.

"Job's done. Both targets are gone. Mark's outside. What do you want me to do with him?"

Before Briya could even answer, Kate's voice continued to pepper her in a staccato-like fashion.

"The whorehouse. In The Strip- near the El Rancho. Is that yours? Your guys'?"

She forced herself to stop talking. To go one further, to try to calm herself, she invited herself to sit in the chair across from @Briya. She leaned back, but she still felt... coiled. Like a snake. Or a big cat about to strike. Not at Briya... not after everything she'd done for her. She tried to give her boss a reassuring smile, which failed. 

Briya's mouth dropped open in incomprehension.

"I wasn't aware of a whorehouse. Sure as shit don't own one. I'm not aware of anyone in Summerlin owning one. Can't speak for members in The Strip, but I could ask around," she replied, wondering what the hell had happened, but unsure whether or not she really wanted to know. Her gaze fell on the black strap under Kate's shirt once more, and her stomach lurched. 

"You didn't...not just to get the job done, surely. That was not part of the deal. That would NEVER be part of ANY deal. Just so we're clear," she said vehemently. Her voice was steady, but her hand shook as she tossed the remains of Bug Spray out the window and poured a whiskey, neat, and handed it over to Kate quickly before pouring another for herself.

Kate cleared her throat, more to get herself settled than anything. When she noticed Briya looking at the strap on her shoulder, the first shadow of a smirk appeared on her face, although it disappeared quickly.

"That's not something you need to worry about, Briya. I can take care of myself. But the place- there was 15 year old kid working there. With your permission, I'd like to try to take some of these places over. I'm a big believer in free will... if someone wants to fuck for money, then it's their right. But kids... fucked up. And it tends to bring down more attention from cops. So it's good business."

She quickly polished off the drink, unthinking, and put the glass on Briya's desk.

"So yea, I have your permission to make some moves there?"

Not anything she'd expected to hear, today or any day. But if anyone should be in charge of places like that, it might as well be Kate Logan.

"Uh. Sure. I mean, who doesn't like the sound of 'Katie's Ladies'?"

Kate stared at Briya for a long time before finally slumping her chin down to her chest and smiling.

"Thank you. For the blessing and the bad joke. And about Mark... I would prefer... that you don't kill him. I know you probably weren't planning on it anyways, but still. He's not evil, even if he is kind of a weasel. But he could be your weasel, potentially."

Kate shrugged.

"Honestly, seeing him obviously has a lot of mixed feelings with me. I really wouldn't mind if he stuck around; I just don't think I'm ready to be... pals... ya know?"

Briya leaned against the windowsill, watching Mark sip from a flask as he sat behind the wheel of his car. He could have just left; one of the lackeys had run an envelope out to him. 

Instead, he sat, waiting. Briya nodded slowly.

"Yeah we could use him I suppose. As long as it doesn't bother you any. If he fucks off, though, that hit is yours to take," Briya grinned as she turned back to face Kate. Had her split lip allowed it, Briya was sure the other woman would be grinning.

"Take some time off, a few days, whatever. Got some shit brewing in Chicago we may need you for, but we'll talk about that after you rest up.

"Thank you for taking care of this, Kate."