WHO: Martinique Jason NPCs: Bella Donna Boudreaux WHAT: Bella has a job for Martinique concerning a Cajun they both know. WHEN: October 20 WHERE: New Orleans
Martinique was unamused. She was used to meeting people in strange unclassy places, but, while under other circumstances she might have been able to appreciate the historical look of the French Quarter, Louisiana was a fucking hellhole. A hellhole complete with mosquitoes the size of her fist.
She had been close to just saying screw it when this potential client contacted her. She had enough money that she could be extremely picky about her jobs, and by being picky it really did up her value. The money offered had been fantastic.
She rarely met with people she didn’t know not in a neutral place but she figured it was simple enough, and the client wanted pure privacy, even after Martinique explained privacy was no issue when speaking to her.
So she knocked on the door of a rather large house on the edge of the city. “I’m here to see Belladonna Bourdreaux.” She said, crisp British accent, clashing starkly with the southernness around her.
She followed the man to a study with two people in it. “I’m tellin’ you an outsider shouldn’t be responsible for this.”
Bella dismissed him with an eyeroll. “Leave us.” The man looked a bit mutinous, but he did do what she said. “Sit, please.” She finally said to Martinique in a professionally careful polite tone. Martinique took a chair in the large study. Bella seemed to study her for a moment before taking a chair across from her. “Sorry about the secrecy, but I have a internal issue that needs dealt with.”
Now, Martinique knew the movers and shakers of the criminal underworld, and while she didn’t exactly study up on the American South, she did know that there was a thriving criminal element. She knew who ran it. “I have to inform you that I have worked with the target in the past.” She said honestly.
“I know. I wanted someone who knows what he be capable of, and your name came up in the search.” Bella leaned forward. “You’re talents can sufficiently hide you, and he be knowing everyone here. If I sent one of us after him...”
“He’d know instantly something was up.” Martinique finished.
“Exactly.” She replied, and Martinique couldn’t help but glean something off of Bella’s surface thoughts. This was not business. It was revenge. And it was revenge against her husband? Talk about a fucked up relationship. Martinique really didn’t care as to Bella’s motives for wanting him out of way as long as the woman remained professional on her end. “I’ve heard you’re extremely good.” Bella leaned back, reaching for a file on the table. “The background’s been taken care of.”
Martinique leaned forward for the file and flipped through it quickly. It was more information on the Cajun than she really thought she needed. “He’s your-”
“Husband, yes.” She stood up going to the small liquor cabinet near Martinique’s chair to pour herself a drink as Martinique read through the information. “It’s important that you not be killin’ him.” She said, while Martinique was scanning a page on the jobs Remy Lebeau had pulled. There were a lot more than she’d thought. And she’d remembered thinking he couldn’t be as good at this as he always bragged to be. It seemed her initial assessment was wrong.
“You don’t want him dead?” She said glancing up from a description on his usual Modus Operandi. She was a teeny bit surprised at this. After all, when the head of the Assassins’ guild calls you in to take care of an internal problem, death was usually involved.
“No, I be wanting him destroyed.” Bella clarified. Martinique got it. Bella wanted to be a horrible thorn in his side for the rest of his life apparently. “Starting with a frame up job in New York.”
“It may take awhile. I mean finding a time when he’s in the city, finding something that’s his style...”
“I be patient. I want this right not quick.”
Martinique closed the file and kept it in her lap before crossing her legs sly smirk coming across her face. “My usual fee is half now. Half upon delivery.” Martinique said, grabbing a card and pen from the table for her money transfer information.
Bella couldn’t help but match her grin with one of her own. She clicked her fingers loudly and the man reentered the room. She handed the card to him. “Seven million into this account.”
Martinque’s hand went into the bag she brought along and flipped open a small laptop she had there. She waited patiently for confirmation of the transfer to go through and with a few clicks she transferred that money into yet another account. Placing it and the file back into her bag she stood holding out a hand. “You have yourself a deal, Miss Boudreaux.” She said confidently before leaving the house and hopefully Louisiana for awhile.
She did have a small smile on her face. It was always fun to tango with the Cajun anyway.