“So, Miss…Slayer, right?” The Builder asked the woman who spoke earlier.”I’ve heard you’ve gotten quite a hold of some big amounts of ammunition.”
“You’ve heard correctly,” Miss Slayer answered, while keeping an eye on Annette. “Several hidden warehouses of any kind of gunfire you ask of.”
The Builder grinned. “How serendipitous! I happen to be needing some for my plans. What price are you willing to pay for…Shall we say, all of it?”
Miss Slayer’s smile faded. “All? Well, that doesn’t seem fair to me and my organization.” She then finally acknowledged the body laying next to Annette. “Could one of you dispose of that, please?”
Annette leaned out of the way as one of the others took the teenager, and dragged him to the other side of the room. Much to her dismay, she saw an incinerator standing by.
With little care or grace, the teenager was thrown into it, whereupon it was quickly activated.
The Builder watched with a sadistic fascination, rubbing their chin in deep thought.
“Now that’s what you want to cook your pizzas in, it sounds like,” they said, before turning back to their original negotiations. “Okay, so what do you want? Look, I need that ammo, like it or not!”
“I’m terribly sorry,” Miss Slayer said, becoming frustrated, “but I can’t possibly perform a deal of that caliber. No matter how much you’re offering, the bullets are ours. No exceptions.”
“No exceptions, you say?” The Builder proceeded to turn their head about the room. In the corner opposite the incinerator, they saw a chemical barrel on its side. There was a large hole cut out in the end side, big enough to fit a grown adolescent.
This was enough for them to ask Miss Slayer a seemingly unrelated question:
“You got any dogs around here? I kind of noticed that makeshift doghouse…thing over there, and figured I’d ask.”
Miss Slayer then turned her attention to it. “Oh, that old thing? Well, it’s not been used for quite some time. Its last inhabitant hasn’t been seen for…Perhaps eight years now?”
She tapped her long, pointed fingers on the desk she sat at. “We’ve heard he died in the explosion that transpired around that time, but his body was never found.
“We’ve come to believe he may still be among the living. Of course, we can’t exactly search for him in broad daylight, now can we?”
“Yeah, probably not.” The Builder then got another idea. Turning to Miss Slayer, they brought forth another question.
“So say I were to find your precious doggy for you. Would you be interesting in making a deal then?”
Miss Slayer appeared to be intrigued by this question. As useful as having warehouses full of ammunition was, having her secret weapon by her side again was even better.
“Well, then, I suppose you’ve got yourself a deal!” She stood out of her chair, extending her hand out to them. The Builder took hold of it, and they shook hands.
“It’s settled, then! We find your little friend, and I get my ammo!” When their handshake was done, The Builder then gazed upon Annette.
Annette tried to shrink away from view, but The Builder only clapped their hands in anticipation.
“Netty, dear! Looks Like I’ve got a use for you, after all!”
When the conditions for her new job were explained, Annette was being escorted back out to the outside world.
This meant she had to pass through the appalling first room again. She tried not to look at it while Miss Slayer described things for her.
“Now remember, always keep on the lookout for anyone belonging to the authorities. We don’t need the police complicating things.” Miss Slayer reminded Annette as she was leading her out.
She then pulled out a note in her handwriting, and gave it to her. “If you wish to enter the clubs at nighttime, you should be all right. Just mention my name, Elvira, and they’ll let you in no questions asked.”
All Annette could really say to all this was a stunned, “okay.” She was then pushed out of the warehouse, and the door slammed shut behind her.
Looking up at the rooftop, Annette saw The Builder perched on the edge like a lanky, pale gargoyle. Apparently, they elected to stay behind and further discuss things with Elvira.
They smugly grinned at her, as they waved to her before pulling out a cigarette. Her response was to glare back at them.
Turning back, Annette stalked off the warehouse perimeter. She only wished she’d asked who or what exactly it was she was looking for now.