Tina tapped on the terrarium with a black clawtip. She’d been a seven foot tall four-breasted catgirl with clouded leopard spots for so long now that she considered it her “normal” form. “Hey you two, we need to talk.”
The heads of two metallic snakes popped up from the tangle. One hissed [yes?] in morse code.
“Hey Dirk, we’ve got a problem. Took most of a year, but your contact says the cartels sent someone around to have a chat with him about the diamonds.”
“Oh, they didn’t rough him up or anything. It’s more of an ‘offer you can’t refuse’ deal. We cease and desist, and for our silence regarding our ‘special technique’, we get paid out roughly the same amount as we’ve made over the last year.”
The two snakes conferred in rapid, hushed hisses, then turned back to face Tina. [Do you think it’s a good deal?]
Tina nodded. &