Making the Rounds
"Well it's about fucking time."

The redhead was on hold for forty minutes. So much for feeling like a "valued member" of a government task force. "Yes," she continued, attempting to hide the demon from the remaining upright patrons of the tavern. "I need a clean-up crew in here. There are six-- no seven expired illegals."

She took one of the few unbroken glasses off a table and swallowed its contents. Deanna didn't care what alcohol it contained.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna need a new partner. I'm well aware this is the third who's bought it in as many weeks. So, get me someone who can keep up, for fuck's sake!"

She slammed the receiver shut and growled.