Angel 1.0
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Category:
Star Trek › The Next Generation
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,238
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Star Trek: The Next Generation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Business Meal
Ficas, the Ferengi, checked his timepiece yet again. The restaurant on Auriga III was very nice. Only the very wealthy and affluent dined here, and this was the place that Ficas was supposed to meet her.
Finally, Angel showed up. She had covered her blue tattoo with white makeup, and was wearing red lipstick and dark sunglasses. Her dress was low cut, revealing and red, to match her lips. Over this she wore a white Mugatu fur coat with a hood. Angel had expensive tastes, and loved to show it off. She saw the little Ferengi and sauntered over to his table to sit down.
Ficas grinned at her, as if she was on the menu. Angel took out a long cigarette and lit it. It was only for show. “So?” she said. “Are you going to buy me a drink first, or shall we get down to business?”
Ficas said, “Anything you want, my dear! Anything.” He scooted his chair closer to her.
Angel blew smoke in his face. “Simmer down,” she said. “Let’s talk business first then. What’s the job?”
“It’s a standard hit. Mogus is willing to pay big bucks for this one, but it’s not easy.”
She took off her glasses and put them in her purse. Her white eyes stared at Ficas f mom moment, and then Angel smiled sweetly at him. “I’m sure I can handle it. What’s the target?”
Ficas handed over a piece of paper under a napkin, conspicuously looking to his left and right. “Not so loud!”
“Oh shut up,” she scolded and grabbed the paper. She raised an eyebrow as she read it. “This is the target? Pretty ambitious.”
“I told you it’s not easy,” said the Ferengi. He looked aro “Wh “Who do I have to kill to get a waiter in here?”
Angel shook her head. Men were such pigs in the first place. Being a Ferengi only made it worse. A waiter came over. “Yes sir?”
“Finally! I want the Ktarian filet, rare, with lots of gravy. No vegetables!! Then I want a flagon of Hurrim wine. And I want it today, you got it?”
“Yes sir, and for you miss?”
“Nothing for me, thanks.” After the waiter left, Angel said, “I want to leave before I have to watch you eat, so here is the deal. I want 1 million credits.”
Ficas loudly said, “What?? Are you crazy?”
Angel regretted not selecting a more private place to talk. Then she could have at least maimed the contemptible little troll. “For this target, I’ll take one million credits. Half now, half later, and a guarantee kill.” She leaned in closer to stoke his lobes. “And don’t even THINK about trying to double cross me.” Angel then pinched his ear painfully, not caring who was looking at them.
“Ack!” he shouted in pain.
“I mean it, you worm. Tell Mogus to contact me himself. If he wants someone else, I won’t be offended. But to kill this man, it’ll cost him.” She released Ficas and stood up. “Have a nice dinner, Ficas.”
Finally, Angel showed up. She had covered her blue tattoo with white makeup, and was wearing red lipstick and dark sunglasses. Her dress was low cut, revealing and red, to match her lips. Over this she wore a white Mugatu fur coat with a hood. Angel had expensive tastes, and loved to show it off. She saw the little Ferengi and sauntered over to his table to sit down.
Ficas grinned at her, as if she was on the menu. Angel took out a long cigarette and lit it. It was only for show. “So?” she said. “Are you going to buy me a drink first, or shall we get down to business?”
Ficas said, “Anything you want, my dear! Anything.” He scooted his chair closer to her.
Angel blew smoke in his face. “Simmer down,” she said. “Let’s talk business first then. What’s the job?”
“It’s a standard hit. Mogus is willing to pay big bucks for this one, but it’s not easy.”
She took off her glasses and put them in her purse. Her white eyes stared at Ficas f mom moment, and then Angel smiled sweetly at him. “I’m sure I can handle it. What’s the target?”
Ficas handed over a piece of paper under a napkin, conspicuously looking to his left and right. “Not so loud!”
“Oh shut up,” she scolded and grabbed the paper. She raised an eyebrow as she read it. “This is the target? Pretty ambitious.”
“I told you it’s not easy,” said the Ferengi. He looked aro “Wh “Who do I have to kill to get a waiter in here?”
Angel shook her head. Men were such pigs in the first place. Being a Ferengi only made it worse. A waiter came over. “Yes sir?”
“Finally! I want the Ktarian filet, rare, with lots of gravy. No vegetables!! Then I want a flagon of Hurrim wine. And I want it today, you got it?”
“Yes sir, and for you miss?”
“Nothing for me, thanks.” After the waiter left, Angel said, “I want to leave before I have to watch you eat, so here is the deal. I want 1 million credits.”
Ficas loudly said, “What?? Are you crazy?”
Angel regretted not selecting a more private place to talk. Then she could have at least maimed the contemptible little troll. “For this target, I’ll take one million credits. Half now, half later, and a guarantee kill.” She leaned in closer to stoke his lobes. “And don’t even THINK about trying to double cross me.” Angel then pinched his ear painfully, not caring who was looking at them.
“Ack!” he shouted in pain.
“I mean it, you worm. Tell Mogus to contact me himself. If he wants someone else, I won’t be offended. But to kill this man, it’ll cost him.” She released Ficas and stood up. “Have a nice dinner, Ficas.”