Rocket

"Perfect. I like it when they're flexible." Hand to chin, the wolf closes his eyes for a moment. "The riskier job is a mix of gathering me some intel and 'silencing' one of our former employees. The catch? He always frequents an adult club."

"I can always use someone to help with the maintenance around. My company and I, we've been planning to... build a space station. Rockets and whatnot. Seems like it's up your alley... Or we can do something a bit more... risky. Pays better, but you might not care about 'risk'."

" To indulge in our calling... That is the beauty of the wild. Well, if you need some quick funds, I can find something for you to assist me with. "

"And if I say yes to all of the above? The jumpsuit, the name, the scent of fuel pervading every inch of your body?"

"I hate to say this, but I expected as much. You give off the plundering and explosives kind of vibe." Cue a small creeping of a smile on his lips.

"How impolite. The least you can do is inform them of the mess. To rule is to rule with fear. But of course, manners are in order. Call me Dae, pronounced 'Day'."

"Hah! Just like me. I dispose of the fodder and let someone else clean the bloodstains from the carpet." Throwing his head backward, tie flung over his shoulder making for an unruly display.

"How about the cleanup then? Too much work?"

"... They die?"

𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇... ̷i̷̷n̷ ̷o̷̷u̷̷r̷ ̷f̷̷r̷a̷̷g̷̷m̷̷e̷̷n̷̷t̷̷e̷̷d̷ ̷i̷̷d̷̷e̷a̷̷l̷̷s̷