"Mr. Jacob," an older man called, walking through the open doorway.
A young blonde woman sat up at her desk. "He's not in today, sir. I could send him a message if you like."
"Oh, no need. I was wanting to check up with him on that little job I hired him for."
"I don't know about that. He's only been gone for a week."
The man gave the woman a puzzled look. "Is that all?"
"Yeah, and you ain't paying me enough to go back to that hellhole of a dump." A brunette man glared at him as he walked by and moved past the woman's desk.
"Mr. Jacob. I'm so sorry! I need you to-"
"Another fifty thousand and some better guns. And then maybe I'll go back."
"That's..." gasped the man, "That's ridiculous!"
"So's the job." Jacob began to hang his coat before the man motioned for him to stop.
"Another fifty now with better weapons, but another hundred for each shapeshifter you bring in alive."
"Done." No sooner had Jacob moved in to shake the man's hand, he was out the door and back in Razorback in four days. Pulling his tranquilizer out, he slipped through the cracks in the buildings and continuously adjusted his gas mask each time the air was nearly choking his lungs. "Come out, little shitcases," he muttered to himself.
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