Communications

( Khamul )

( Zuko )

( Gin )

A package arrives for Azula, containing a dvd, and a note

I enjoyed playing with your toys. You really should keep a closer eye on them.

>> I need to wipe a girl from the records. She wants out and I'm doing it as a favor.
>> There are two witnesses who would know her.
>> They need to be accounted for.

>> I quit.
>> Azula needs a new bodyguard.
>> If you have to kill me because I quit, good luck finding me.

>> You're going to fucking kill me.
>> Red-haired teasing witch.

>> I'm taking you to a show.

>> Do you want to do a date?
>> A real one.

Howdy.

I heard through the grapevine that you're into accounts payable and debt collection. I'm an accountant. I'm real good at closing accounts. I might also be looking for some work on the side as a collection agent. You got anything like that?

Khamul -- This may come as a surprise, but I would like to speak with you about something. In person, if possible.

>> I'm bored, want to fuck do something?

[Khamul]

>> I need to take care of things, then head back to San Francisco and take a more active hand.
>> I need you to oversee operations in this county.

[Elektra]

>> Keep doing what you've been doing and the cash will keep flowing.
>> Khamul will be handling day to day things out here.

[Joe]

>> My sister wants you to get a raise, so you'll get it.
>> Otherwise report to Khamul.

The phone call actually goes all the way through and the caller waits until Khamul picks up before whoever it was on the other end chickens out and hangs up.

"Smooth, Dom. Real smooth. What the hell am I doing with my life," She asks herself. Then she chucks her phone at the bed and goes to clean her guns for the umpteenth time.

» How good are you at finding people?

Fans still bothering you?

I'm going to have to postpone that meeting.

A quick job came up that I need to go take care of.

I should be back in the state by tomorrow.

Text to Khamul
» He killed my father.

Text to Gin
» Drinks. Now.

Had to send someone to do your dirty work? You could have asked nicely.

[Msg to Phil Coulson]

What do you do when you no longer belong?

[Msg to Elektra]

You're a hard woman to love.

Text to Khamul
» I'm going out. Don't wait up.

Text to Gin
» Alright. Let's meet.

I'd like an honest answer.

Do you have something that belongs to me?

>> Stark's Gala. You in?

>> Do you feel that?

>> I'm still finding some of those damned furballs
>> They don't seem to be reproducing anymore.
>> Incinerator?

» Might need your help with someone.
» You up for a challenge?

» Now that you've got your own job maybe you can start thinking about getting your own place?

How do you feel about a protection deal? I'm working on a deal to offer armed protection to a business in exchange for goods and services. If it goes through I think we can find a place for you there.

I've reconsidered.

[[PM to Khamul]]

You have an interesting history. I'd like to discuss a business proposition with you.



[[PM to Elektra]]

I'd like to talk to you, about some things that are under the table.

Khamul's voice was gruffly amused, and straight to the point, "The FBI is holding me for questioning."