Jack: "I'm actually on my way out, kinda like private contacting. Nobody watches my back quite like myself." He says, jokingly.
John: Nice... I the pay is better too... Ya know, not havin to split it with anyone or anything like that...
Liliya shuts her eyes, taking in a slightly ragged deep breath before opening them again. She glances at Marx, before wrapping one arm around her legs and wiping her eyes again with the other. Mirko looks at the time "bad service in here or what," he mutters, watching the door. "You better be with Russel T or we're all in the doghouse," he whispers.
Anya turns round "what don't you understand about I can't remember?!" She yells before turning away again.
"Maybe you might remember this...?" He says pulling out a high caliber pistol in gold plating that he used to save her in his past. "Do you remember this weapon, do you remember what we were doing last time you saw me with this!"
Liliya shuts her eyes as tears kept falling slowly, shaking her head slightly. Anya turns to look at the weapon, her eyes widening slightly and takes a small step back.