Maybe it was the scotch maybe it was the heat or maybe it was just plain bloody greed but she had had enough...the rumours were rife and she fancied a little hunting...

Businesses were in disrepair, owners dead, rotting buildings and all looking the other way as they walked on by. But these owners had money stashed away - money they had no time to move before their sudden demise, and by the sound of the rumours a fuck load of it too..she wanted it she had already decided it would be hers.

She could not do this alone she realised that and she needed some brains and some muscle to carry this one off. She had just met with Gabriel and Wraak and asked them not to bother the crew with the plans - they were busy and she needed them strong and away from danger for now - she had sent both out into the streets to look for possible people to help assist in their little operation - they would get a cut of course, a cut that was reasonable but not generous - this was her baby and her eyes were already on the prize....

Caesar was let into the room by the multitudes of guards at the door, who ascertained his identity first. Walking in, he sees Anteros, pacing the room and muttering to herself. Smiling, he steps forward. "Why hello there. Remember me?"

Wraak walked through the open door into Anteros's office. He wanted to discuss some details with her about old businesses that might have huge stashes of cash hidden inside after their owners sudden deaths.

He came to a halt when he saw there was someone with Anteros. He did a double take when he realized it was some out of town wise guy from LV. Anteros did mention something about bringing in some outside muscle to him and Gabriel, but he was not too happy about that. You never knew who you could trust these days, but he would give Anteros the benefit of the doubt, she was usually quite clever about these things. But just to be safe he would keep a close eye on these guys.

He walked past Augustus_Caesar mumbling just loud enough so that only Augustus_Caesar would hear him "Fuckin' out of towners".

He made his way around Anteros's desk and stood just behind her to her left, keeping his hand on his 'heater' and glaring at Augustus_Caesar

A little moolah never hurt. Not the same way a bullet did, and some unfortunate pieces of work had found that out first hand, a hand met with a cold handshake from the grim reaper. And in death they had left a lifetimes worth of money behind, which in some ways it pained more than the passing on itself. Attatchment was a cruel bitch like that, sometimes keeping the wound open for eons.

To those stilll kicking on though, the green machine was in desperate need of a good oiling, but at least it still worked well for some. The depression may have put many out of work and seeking fortunes elsewhere, but with that it also gave opportunity for those with the brains, brawn and insight to make the crooked system still spit out notes. Being just as bent as the economy was fucked was key. 

Such was the reason Constantine found himself being ushered into the office of one Anteros. He wasn't Mr muscles, and although quick upstairs he definitely wasn't the think tank behind this operation. Insight was his specialty, but he did as he always did and led with his witty assholish attitude.

"I see you rolled out the red carpet for us." Constantine projected, his voice and energy filling the room as he entered accompanied by a trio of heavies with stern demeanours.

"You may also want to put a few more men on the door. I hear guests aren't intimidated enough yet. You're currently at what the fuck, but with an upgrade you could reach the coveted level of I just shat myself and now need to stand for this meeting. Nearly there, though. Keep pushing. Rome wasn't built in a day and all that."

Noticing a familiar face, Constantine stepped through the open space and moved toward Caesar. He gave him a solid pat on the shoulder as he stood next to him.

"Speaking of Rome. How the hell are ya?" He said accompanied by a rib poke, before checking out who else was present. He noticed a stiff looking someone or other standing behind Anteros. John already knew the broad, so instead kept his gaze on the one who looked like he was a clock strike from a duel.

"And you must be the warm welcome. Dial it down mate, any more love from your corner and you'll need to put a ring on it." He teased, with a slightly cocky grin, then crossed his arms as he finally made eye contact with Anteros. He gave her a casual nod to acknowledge the one who had given him this opportunity.

Caesar chuckled at Constantine's words. "I am well sodomite. And yourself? Although I would hardly classify this as a red carpet." He turned back and looked at Wraack maliciously. "Perhaps he should have lain down and allowed us to walk over his worthless self. Now THAT would have been a fitting welcome." Ignoring the look of indignation on Wraacks's face, he turned back to Anteros. "I trust you have found a stash of dead money?"

The atmosphere was the kind of tense she liked, people edgy enough to have their wits about them. A scotch would buy some time for Gabriel to arrive and as she poured she considered whether to play the flirty card or the I will cut your balls off with my own teeth if I need to card...

She decided on a middle ground for now anyway.

Gentleman, thank you for your time and hunger for money, we can help each other here and in a few hours we will all feel a lovely wad of something deep inside our pockets.

She knew Augustus_Caesar from a little rendez-vous after a few too many in a hotel a few nights ago, he was a beast in the bedroom and she hoped the same was true for what she desired tonight. She handed him a scotch, running a finger across his hand as she did and holding his gaze for a little longer than she should. She knew his type and she knew how to play him.

She turned her attention to JohnConstantine and felt his need to exert some power and she would indulge him a little...she ensured his scotch was the largest and walked to him withholding the drink and extending a hand. The shake was overly firm from both and keeping eye contact she thrust the glass of scotch into his other.

Gents please allow me to introduce you to Wraak - he can be a little short tempered we offer no apologies. Shall we sit and finalise the plans and the cut for cash for all?

She smiled and grabbed her scotch and gestured with her head for Wraak to come and sit with her, they already knew the cut they would be offering and she needed him less prickly. She felt annoyed - where the fuck was Gabriel - this needed to happen and happen tonight...

You could here a riot of noise coming from outside the room, some sort of commotion was accuring.

"Look boys cut the crap you know who I am, no just move aside and let me get on, fuck knows I'm late enough as it is"

Suddenly he bursts into the room, a bit to keenly. He stops and straightens himself up as he see that he is in fact late and that everyone else has arrived, for how long he is not quite sure. He starts to speak and looks directly at Anteros as he does.

"Hi, I do apologise for my lateness, just something that couldn't wait"

He walks past JohnConstantine and Augustus_Ceaser greeting them both and shakes there hands.

"Welcome, glad you could join us and offer your assistance, Anteros has spoken highly of you both"

As he hears Anteros he notices Wraak just behind her and to the left, he seems very tense and is watching the new guys like a hawk.

"Hey Wraak, you all good man"

Glaring at Gabriel she notices the blood splatters across his shirt and chin, this was meant to be an easy job but it appeared he had made rather a meal out of it. She was livid and simply tilted her head at the scotch for Gabriel, he could get his own.

Feeling Wraak still bristling with tension and wishing to get to the finer details before they did this thing she cut to the chase...

Gents I have 3 lines of defence, I start here

She grabbed both her of ample breasts and pushed them up firmly at winked at Augustus_Caesar

If that doesn't work I move here

She lifted her skirt to reveal an ankle strap with a glistening blade secured to her leg

And sadly gentlemen only me and my pretty little mind know where I conceal my gun...So I am covered - I usually get by with first base but I am very happy using all 3, all 3 at once if needed, in fact I quite enjoy that...but I digress...

Show me your goodies boys then we can get to talking about cash...

Caesar grins slyly as he examines Anteros' "lines of defence". Well the first one in particular to begin with. Truly, whoever invented tits deserved a fucking Nobel Prize, and was second to none. Well, except maybe the person who invented vaginas. It was a close tie. He then turns his attention to the knife-sheath strapped to her thigh, and inching his eyes upwards, ever so slightly, imagines an entirely different kind of knife getting sheathed up there. With great difficulty, he pulls his mind out of the gutter, just in time to hear her request to show if any of them are packing heat.

He turns back to JohnConstantine and shrugs, undoing the buttons on his suit jacket and pulling it apart to show its contents. To the left, in a pocket gleamed the cruel, black metal of a .45 Colt revolver, and to the right of the jacket, another pocket was bulging with spare ammunition. "I also have some extra firepower in the trunk of my car." he tells those present. "It is sufficient to turn this great, useless lump into a permanent crimson carpet for anybody." he tells, gesturing to Wraak. He then turns back to Anteros. "Oh and I also have two switchblades. You are already familiar with one of them, and the other one is more suited to claiming lives rather than creating them. Can't show you either right now because they are hidden in a spot I don't usually flash around." he tells her, winking cheekily.

Seeing Anteros glare at him and her nonchalant nod to the scotch Gabriel knows that he has picked the worst night possible to of fucked up. She wanted to look strong and in control in front of these out-of-towners. Having her Right Hand turn up late was not how she had wanted it to start, well too late to change that now he thought. He poured his scotch then got his business head back on.

He was listening to the chat between this assorted crew and could feel a lot of tension building. Wraak was on edge and JohnConstantine seemed like the kind of guy who loved pushing people to the limits. This was going to be a tough night, was the scotch actually going to be a good idea? He better try and keep an eye on these two. Once Anteros and Ceaser had shown their impressive arsenals off, he decided to pitch in before Wraak and John started to have a pissing contest.

"Well you know what I'm all about Boss, but for you two's benefit I'll fill you in. I'm more into the physical side, so i have my trusty Brass knuckles here"

As he pulls them out he notices the blood still on them and wonders where else he may of got some. Whilst showing them his other armaments he casually looks into the window and catches his reflection. Then wipes the blood from his chin, but knows there is fuck all he can do about his shirt, now.

"I also got myself a couple of blades which have always served me well. Then if all else fails i got my trusty Colt here. I think we should stick to the more physical side for this job. We don't want to start waving the shooters around when the tension is up, things happen that can't be undone, if you see what i mean?"

Listening to Anteros telling everyone about her 3 lines of defense, Wraak new she meant business, he has seen her use all 3, and new she was not to be fucked with.

He watched Gabriel and Augustus_Caesar reveal what they were carrying. Whilst glaring at Augustus_Caesar he opened his jacket to reveal his two matching .357 S&W Magnum's in their leather shoulder holsters. He showed off a Colt 1908 Pocket Hammerless .38 ACP strapped to his right ankle. Anteros and Gabriel knew about rest of the arsenal he was carrying but he was not going to reveal it to these other fuckers. They would find out soon enough if shit went down.

Looking Augustus_Caesar in the eyes he said, "But I don't need any of this to deal with piece of shit catamite like you". There was just something about this fucker that kept him on edge, he was not going to turn his back to him anywhere.

"Who's is bigger hey? Should I just whip out me cock and be done with it?" Constantine chimed in after watching Wraak reveal his holstered weapons. Out of everyone's, those caught his the the most, but he wouldn't show it.

After a quick slip of the hand into his inner jacket overcoat pocket, John then removed his own form of fun. A deck of cards. He gave a wink to Anteros as he shuffled the deck.

"Now don't all get too excited." he said, seeing the odd not so impressed look around the room. He stopped shuffling, picked the top card then pressed down in the center of it. The Joker. A little fitting given his demeanour.

If you looked closely enough the very top of the card was a razors edge. The card itself was an overlay of a simple mechanical concoction one of his pals had made up that worked in his same line of business, killing shit.

Maybe they noticed it, most likely they didn't, and his next move probably not the best showing of a guest, but he wasn't here to fuck spiders. Quickly spinning around he then let loose a strong flick toward the door.

The card flew through the air and imbedded itself into the woodwork with a soft thud. Maybe a set of knives would've been more practical, but why settle for something everyone else was using?

Plus, he did have a winchester 21 sawn off double barrel shotgun as his version of more practical, but he couldn't resist the urge to have a bit of fun and see what reactions he could muster up.

Constantine slid the deck into the front side pocket of his jacket and looked directly at Anteros as he turned back around.

"So now that you've seen how I use me pecker, how about we move onto a smoke and pillow talk." he said half jokingly as he removed a half full packet of lucky strikes smokes, placing one between his lips. After patting down his pockets, he followed with possibly his nicest input so far.

"Wouldn't be able to set me hell stick ablaze, would you love? The foreplay just hasn't done it for me yet."

Or not.

Impressed by her men's ability to lie about what they were packing and mildly amused by the peacock display from the other 2 fella's she quickly assesses the risks given that she felt sure these 2 were concealing weapons not discussed too. Time for some ball crunching....with a little finger licking female charm mixed in too...

As she slid a box of matches slowly across the table to JohnConstantine also now suddenly craving a cigarette and she begins to speak

The least you could do John is share a little something to suck on whilst we negotiate....you know gents my mother taught me a valuable lesson - she called it the 4 B's....she only ever used it for those that double crossed her and I am delighted to continue what she taught me. I have a little twist on the original for some bedroom fun too but for now let me share how she.....I....deal with those that fuck with us in a non bedroom happy fuck way. Bollocks, beg and bend and then blow....

She knew Wraak and Gabriel had heard this story a million times and also had seen some of the poor buggers leaving in the early hours from the HQ after the alternative version for bedroom purposes too...she motioned to Gabriel to chuck her an orange from the fruit bowl on the mini bar which he did with speed and a nervous smile. She caught it casually and first checked her perfectly manicured long nails before continuing to speak...

Bollocks boys, you cross me and I will start there...with your balls...

She grabbed the orange with one hand hard and dug her nails in twisting her hand as she did, juice now dripping down her hand and arm...

Then I'll move to just one of your kneecaps with a little bullet, you'll be on your good knee and on the floor in seconds...there really is nothing quite like having a man by the balls and on his knees begging, it's a little hobby of mine...this combination lends itself quite well to someone tending to beg to die, just to make the pain stop, I can take my time with some gun action oral copulation placing it and removing it from your mouth at will as I make you ask time and time again to be given the final bullet and blow your brains out...

So I suggest we all place nicely or otherwise just skip straight to my fun if you prefer...

She flashed a fake innocent smile at the 2 across the table and picked up the cigarette that JohnConstantine had nonchalantly rolled across the table in her direction and could not help but flicker a look at their crotch area wondering if one way or another her pretty little hands would be finding their way there this evening.

But for now let's get the cuts for cash sorted. We have been observing the 3 businesses that have cash stacked for pasted 2 days and have a plan which I will share with you shortly. The cash sums are large and the risk is not inconsiderate. We have done the leg work already. The split is 80% to us and you each get 10%.

She sat back in her chair licking the juice from the orange from her hand and fingers and hoped that Gabriel and Wraak had remembered the undercover operation to collect the stashed jewellery that they had been tipped off about out of sight and knowledge from the 2 gents in the room, they were not getting a cut on that.

Caesar's eyes grow cold, and his smile vanishes at Anteros' words. He was used to being threatened with extreme injuries to the crotch by women. There were no surprises there. Funny, he could think of plenty of other ways to make a man feel pain. It was the numbers. "You forget yourself my lady. We are no beggars off the street." he tells her in a quiet voice. "We either take an even split, or you can go ahead and do the job yourselves." he says, gripping the handle of his colt within his suit, just in case things turned nasty. He could see JohnConstantine prepare himself beside him as well.

John really didn't give a damn about money. It was the toy of the devil, as he called it and as he continually saw it. People would cut off their own bollocks for a bit of cheddar, and in a metaphorical sense some pretty much did.

It wasn't just the root of all evil, but the fuckn trunk, the leaves and the fruits of labour this world had spun into, like a spider, mankind continually wove its sticky traps of material attachment to only get stuck themselves.

John though, his ambition was different. He simply wanted to right his wrongs whilst trying to reign in his assholeness. But with shows of power the likes Anteros just displayed, like she had just rode a fuck you bull through a RP Inc. chinashop, the pulling his head in shit was getting really hard to do.

So, even though he didnt care one way or the other about the cut, because he was here for something else entirely, he got to being the good sport he was known for.

"I thought you guys would've got us drunk before you tried bending us over and going to town. Me Roman buddy here is right, either we get a better offer or we aint doin' squat." Constantine said with a stern look. The grin he had when Anteros went to town on the fruit and gave a hint at some bedroom antics was now gone.

And although the card shark had a keen disinterest in agreeing with and getting on the same vibe as others, he joined Augustus' side of the argument, all in, and even removed his deck of cards and began shuffling them, taking the Caesar's lead.

"The split is 80% to us and you each get 10%"

Gabriel almost spat out his scotch with that line from Anteros, she certainly had balls, well for a lady anyhow. Things were just about to get a little more heated, not surprising really, 10% was a fucking joke but he wouldn't say that though, he would of course just tow the line and back his boss up. He knew Wraak would now be laughing, hopefully he would keep his laughter on the inside but suspected not.

From the replies of Ceaser & John it seemed that it had gone down like a lead balloon. He poured himself another Scotch and upon listening to Johns words wonders if offering a drink now would just be taking the piss? Well what the fuck, it would resolve itself or it would go to shit.

"More Scotch boys"

Wraak watched Gabriel toss the orange to Anteros, and he knew exactly what was going to happen and he smiled to himself. These fuckers needed the visual effect to understand just how serious Anteros was.

When Anteros told them "The split is 80% to us and you each get 10%" he almost burst out laughing. He new that things would become interesting from this point on.

He saw Augustus_Caesar tense up and it looked like he was gripping his gun inside his pocket, when JohnConstantine started shuffling his deck of cards Wraak knew that this could go bad very quickly. A real show of force was needed. In the blink of an eye he had a .357 in each hand. "NOW YOU CALM THE FUCK DOWN! I could blow your heads of before you could move a fucking finger, so back the fuck down and listen to Anteros. I think she was being pretty generous offering you fuckers that much. If she wants to change her mind that is up to her, no need for violence but if there is going to be blood spilt today it will only be yours."

Keeping her eyes locked on the two out of towners and knowing Wraak would not be lowering his weapon until he knew she was happy she thought quickly and discreetly checked her hair and moved her hidden little secret weapon in her huge bun a little for easy access, she pulled at both cuffs on her shirt flicking the latch ready to be opened on the switch blade strapped to her wrist and smiled...

Boys, boys boys....first things first.... Gabriel I have told you enough times already - in all things and in all ways the lady comes first.

She snatches the bottle of scotch from his hand and gives him a little head flick indicating to get ready to lock the door if she signalled again. Pouring herself a large refill she abruptly slid the bottle fast across the table to the 2 men opposite wanting to test their reaction time in claiming it before it fell and also to see just how edgy these fuckers were...

If you are going to fuck with me you'd better do it properly - a half arsed fuck isn't ever going to work on me - boardroom or bedroom. You've done fuck all accept turn up drooling from your gobs for some easy cash - easy cash you can have but I gentlemen am not easy. You turn up and drink my scotch, stare at my tits and still want me to wrap a fucking bib around your necks and spoon feed you just like Mummy did?!

We have the info, we have had men watching the place for days freezing their balls off and I have picked up the bills for the whores it took warm those balls back up for them. You don't even want to know what I am going to have to do tonight to keep George who's shift it is from the fuzz occupied whilst you get your hands a little bit dirty.

The amounts are huge, you will be set up for years. I will go to 15% only to prevent the cleaning costs in here I will incur tomorrow if you gents can't quickly do some calculations that don't only involve cash. To be very clear this is not a negotiation this is now an end to a conversation about cash or we all start to play a different kind of game this fine evening.

She leans back and puts her feet on the table and hand resting on the back of her head, wanting to look casual but more importantly experience had shown her from this position she could access all her weapons the easiest and the quickest in case needed...

Before Caesar could add more fuel to the inferno, Constantine felt he should interject. He loved a heated environment, for many reasons, yet did want to keep his mellon and not become a pin cushion and then some.

With a final shuffle of his deck of cards and as the bottle neared the edge of the surface it was sliding on, Constantine overturned and flicked a card gently onto the table without a prior look. ACE of spades showed face up as he simultaneously quickly grabbed the bottle in his free left hand.

"Come on, let's put our dicks and titties away before this becomes a full fledged orgy we all can't return from." John said in a much more relaxed tone as he slid the deck of cards into his outer jacket pocket.

"We're aces. Fifteen percent is better than ten. And we can use this to dig some sort of friendly relationship. Who knows, we may just move on to something more or less resembling an equal outing at some point."

Constantine then took a swig of the scotch right out of the bottle. He winced a little as he nudged and handed it to Augustus_Caesar.

"Woo. Fire in the fuckn hole."

Constantine wasn't one to back down from anything really, yet also wasn't a blunt pencil. He knew that if they didn't play nice, being where they were and the odds against them, if something did kick off they'd most likely end up on the losing side of scorecard.