StV: A Rooftop Parting

"There." Bloodrose spoke with faint disdain. "A clean escape, as agreed."

Janet Hendrix tried to speak, failed yet again, and tapped her throat in frustration. The younger woman just watched, scowling behind her face paint, the spikes on her leather jacket gleaming in the fading light of the setting sun. Janet pulled out her phone, opened a note, and started typing again. 

Can you get the other two? She turned the phone so Bloodrose could see the screen.

Bloodrose glanced at the note and shook her head. "The bargain was that I'd keep you safe and help you try to kill Groot, or whatever the plant-guy's name is, and you'd pay my standard rate." Her scowl deepened. "Even if they'd been part of the bargain, though, I don't think I could pull them out now. Whoever you're up against, they took out my demons almost immediately and I don't think your buddies fared any better."

Janet glared, but the deviant girl -- damn her anyway -- was probably right. She went back to typing. You did the work. You'll get you pay. I may even have another job for you before long. She turned the screen again. 

"All right," said Bloodrose, "but it's going to cost extra if you want me to take those people on directly."

Janet shrugged. They could work that out when they made the next bargain; hopefully by then she'd be able to talk again. If they met in person to work it out, Janet could practically set her own terms. With her voice gone, though... This better not be permanent. I will kill that little brat.

Maybe I could set Bloodrose just to kill him? No, there were simpler and less expensive ways to get that done. Whole government programs devoted to dealing with the threat of Anomalies, in fact. She just needed to report him to the proper authorities. And it was increasingly obvious that the order needed to take down that whole school, and salt the earth where it had once been. They couldn't keep this quiet anymore; they needed to move, and move fast.