Aggressor, (pafp, girl assassin needed, plot inside)

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    He rolled his eyes and looked for other things of interest, he found an antique knife and flipped it n his hand then put it in his belt then he found an old coin, and a gorgeous Jewel, he poecketed them both. Then kept looking.

    Roxy's phone went off and she unclipped it from her belt and held it up to her ear. "Yes?" She asked, digging around the treasure with her free hand. "You want me to kill some crazy person outside?" She asked before covering the mouth-piece with her hand and saying to the 'nameless' guy, "It's the police."
    She uncovered the phone and listened. "Deal. Pay me in cash thanks and before you ask I am not going out with you. Yeah, yeah, that was a one-time thing only. Ok, seeya cutie!"
    Roxy snapped shut the flip-phone and slipped it into her belt.
    "Do you want to come? The cops are paying me a few million to kill an escaped prisoner. I'll be so bored by myself and cops are no fun to chat to while in a fight." She asked.

    he looked at her like she was stupid, "I'm not getting paid, soooo......Fuck no" he said and grabbed a pair of sunglasses that were made of obisidon, he smiled, "Dibs, And may I ask what the officer ment by me time thing?" he asked. Looking at her and checking her out from under the shades.

    "Oh, we dated once. I owed him for busting my friend out of jail and I agreed to go out with him. He payed for lunch of course, as if I would!" She explained. "And if you want we could split it fifty-fifty and steal a few wallets while we're there."
    She winked at him and added, "Maybe I'll even go out on a date with you since I'm single now. My last boyfriend was rich but really boring."

    He laughed, "In your dreams" he said and walked out of the house, stealing sounded fun, but dating? No. Unless she was one of those sex on the first date types, he would pass. He kicked open the door to the outside and opened his wine bottle and took a drink, "Ah, Vintige" he said and walked toward the street.