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A moped drives down the street with a red warming bag strapped to the back of it.  The young delivery boy takes a right and aims his vehicle down a wide alley towards the lone building at the end.  After parking his moped in front of the building, he unties the warming bag and removes the lone pizza inside.  The young man looks the building over curiously.  "I wonder what those guys were talking about?" he says.  When the order came into the pizza shop, all of his other co-workers refused to take the order.  He asked why and all they said was 'don't expect to get paid'.  He also recalls them saying something about the occult and this guy having something to do with it.  There was something else his co-workers said but the young man dismisses it and rings the doorbell.  A couple moments go by.  He rings it again.  No answer.  Just as he was about to press the button once more the door latches open.  A tall man with striking silver hair gently takes the pizza from him.

"Thanks, I'll owe you," was all he said before immediately shutting the door.  The young delivery man was left on the stoop with a bewildered expression.  He didn't even get to tell him how much it was.

Dante walks back to his desk with his pizza.  He sets it down and then himself.  Opening the box, he breathes in the sweet scent of meat, cheese and sauce.  'Devil May Cry' is Dante's business that he established after his mercenary days, reinventing himself as mercenary for hire.  However, unlike other mercenaries, he only takes jobs that interest him.  If he could he'd refuse every uninteresting job that came his way, however, those jobs are necessary.  They keep the lights on and the water running.  Dante picks up a slice of pizza and looks at it a bit before chomping down.

"Hopefully Alejandro can fix this," Trish said appearing from a room in the back.  She continued to muse over the small patch of missing hair, courtesy of her battle with the Assaults last night.

"What're you whining about?  It's barely noticeable," said Dante.

"Whatever.  You ever pay them for the other five pizzas you got before?" Trish said, changing the subject.

"I working on it," Dante answered casually, biting off the first mouthful of his next slice.

Outside, the young man who delivered Dante's pizza was still outside, totally beside himself about what to do about the money owed for the pizza.  His attention is drawn away by the sound of a motorcycle driving up and parking.  He watches with captivation as the attractive woman with short dark hair eased herself off the bike.  The young man looks her up and down as she strolled towards him.  She was wearing a pleated plaid skirt with a matching military-style utility belt, a white blouse and knee-high red boots.  The woman spots the delivery boy and takes a quick look back at the moped and empty warming bag.  She smiles.

"So he owes you, too," the short-haired woman said.  "Well, get in line."  Then she enters the building.

The young delivery man is left again wearing a bewildered façade.

Dante picks up another slice of pizza when notices the woman with short dark hair.  He regards the woman with a familiar annoyance.  "Oh crap, what're you doing here, Lady?" he says.  Dante is not known for his people skills.

"Still see you're getting free pizza.  How much is your tab going to be this time?" the short haired woman named Lady said.

"Like I already told Trish, I'm working on it," Dante says and takes another bite.

"Oh, does he know that," Lady retorted, indicating the delivery boy still outside the shop.

"Is he still out there?  I said I would owe him," Dante said lightheartedly.  "Anyway why are you here?  And don't say it for a social visit."

"Nothing much, just to ask you for a favor," Lady started to say.

Dante quickly cuts her off.  "No thanks," he said bluntly.

Lady brushes aside Dante's quick remark.  "Don't you want to hear my offer first?"

"Nope," Dante shot at her.  "All you bring me are crap jobs with no profit.  And the good ones you do bring I get screwed in the end and you line your pockets with my cut.  Thanks, but no way."  Dante knows Lady very well.  He has gone on jobs with her before and is still waiting on his share.  She always has a reason to keep Dante's share of the pay keeping him always in debt with her.  That's why he choosy with the jobs he takes even with Lady.  The only reason now he'd take a job from her is out of pure boredom.  For Dante it's about interest, not money when it comes to doing jobs with Lady.

Lady knows this.  She is an excellent Devil Hunter so it's not like she needs Dante's help.  She just likes to bust his chops now and then.  "You're still upset about that job with the Red-eyed demon?  Well, don't get mad at me, no one told you to total that bridge," she says nonchalantly.

"Whatever," Dante says, brushing the matter aside to eat more of pizza.

Trish was curious about the job.  She asks Lady where it was located.  "It's out west, on the other side of the city," Lady told her.  "Apparently a small town is finding most of their livestock mutilated.  They thought it was an animal but there are none large enough in that area.  I thought it might be worth checking out."

"See, what'd I tell you?  Crap job," Dante shot in.

"So how about it?  If nothing turns up, I'll treat you to the salon for a trim," Lady said.

"You noticed?" Trish said surprised.  Then she looks at Dante, "You said it wasn't noticeable."

"If you were listening, I said it was barely noticeable," Dante said with his usual relaxed demeanor.
Trish shoots him a look before returning her attention to Lady.  "Alright, I'll tag along.  Nothing much going on around here anyway," she said.  With that, she and Lady go to leave Devil May Cry.
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