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[-doesn't mind being covered in blood-]

I know, I know, I've lost more than my share of good shoes to demon guts. I'm just saying, we keep running into each other like this. I'm starting to think it's less of a hazard for you and more of a perk.

Gotta find something to enjoy about your career, babe. Otherwise, ya might get bored.

[Nah, that's not a naughty twinkle in those blue eyes. Not at all.]

And we couldn't have that, could we? [She might be laughing. Just a little.]

Trust me, babe, the fun's the only thing keepin' me in this business, believe me.

'cause the money's not worth shit and I quit "believing" decades ago.

The money wouldn't be so bad if you didn't wind up getting charged so much in property damage every time. Seriously, Dante, would it kill you to leave something standing?

[Yeah, she's not touching the 'believing.']

Oh. Bite. My. Ass. It ain't my fault them sonsabitches make such a mess. What part of "harbingers of destruction" do these people not get, huh?

Hey, I'm just saying. Some of us manage it without blowing several grand on buildings and overpasses.

Well, 'scuse me for just killin' the big shit.

You're excused.

[Have a snort and a grin.]

Thanks so much.

[Smallest hint of a smile.]

Don't mention it -- I knew you were just itching for my approval. [She gestures to all the blood.] So, what was the job this time?

Uh-huh.

[Dante shrugs, wiping at the blood on his cheek.]

Eh, same old, same old. Random baby-eater went on a rampage, didn't last too long.

[He nudges the corpse with a boot.]

Disappointin', really.

[She looks down at it, a little disgusted, and shrugs with a kind of half-hearted sigh.]

Bo~ring. If you're interested in a little light travel, I can do you one better.

[The hunter perks an eyebrow.]

Such as?

[In a patronizing voice;] I don't know, I mean, maybe it's not big enough for you.

[Dante's look is just as annoyed.]

Hey, you want my intel, you get the charming lead-in that comes with it.

Anyway, I've been doing some light research into this cult down Mexico way. Thinks they're raising the antichrist or something, hell if I know. What I do know is that they've got some stronger help than just humans, because anyone who gets on their bad side winds up missing or dismembered.

Lucky me.

Mexico, huh? Why is it always some third world craphole fulla dust and cactus? Just once, I'd like t' see some shitwads try to bring on the apocalypse in a New York hotel. Christ.

[Anyway.]

What's the payoff?

Maybe next time, Dante. Maybe next time.

Payoff's dependent on you bringing back the knife they stole to pull this thing off -- in one piece. I guess it's a family heirloom or something, 'cause the buyer's looking to give 20% of its market value in reward money. So, roughly 200 grand.

....a knife? Tell me you're not fucking serious. So...the end of the world ain't enough, huh? God, the world really has gone t' hell.

Two hundred grand for a knife. [He doesn't really sound convinced.]

Technically, it's a million dollar knife. Magical antiquities don't come cheap, you know.

So, you drop down, stop the impending apocalypse, bring this guy's little pig poker back safe and sound, and we all go home happy.

[Yeah, he figured it.]

Who is this client, Lady? And what's so important about this pork-sticker?

Don't sound so apprehensive, when have I ever gotten you in with shady clientele? The thing's cursed, and it's got the power to help raise up the antichrist, I'm pretty sure that alone makes it worth the money.

Oh, don't even ask me that.

So, it's cursed, capable of bringing about Armageddon, and we're just gonna trot it back to some idiot who just might decide to try again?

Tell me you're joking.

What would you prefer we do, Dante? Keep the thing for safekeeping and do this one pro bono?

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