Hire me! .. pretty please? [OPEN]

“My character? If anything I think this has been a profitable learning experience! Gambling has always been a profitable investment for particular groups though getting licensing and what-not is a nightmare but I’ve had this glorious idea of putting slots in these small towns. A ripe market to pluck at. Yes I should owe you both a finder’s fee for dragging me to such an unscrupulous place once the vagabonds are fleeced for their zeni.”

    Tatsui shifted her gaze to Delia when the woman produced a phone and was shoveling information at Mayze. She supposed the girl did have the looks to be an influencer and certainly the outgoing sort of personality that would do well. Is this what modern mercenary life was like? Becoming one part popstar to afford living on such minimal wage jobs?

    It was certainly an interesting way to live.

“Truly? A movie star? In one of the Earthling films or some other production? We could double up making a Mayze and Delia action set. Oh yes I think I’m starting to see vast amounts of gold in the future.” Tatsui muttered to herself, “We could do quite a lot of things. The Kingdom would definitely appreciate another friendly face outgoing to the rest of the galaxy. Saiyans have something of a lackluster reputation, or so the gossip goes.”

    Where the trio ended up was far from where she expected. The house was so mundane she expected it to be something out of a suburban sprawl in the Tuffle sector or on Earth and far from the picture of a den holding a gambler deep in debt. It was so quaint that Tatsui actually felt a bit bad that they were about to ruin whatever peace was had by barging their way in though-

“Right I’d rather not maim or kill anyone that’s a bit-what?”

    Her voice squawked off at the end when Delia made such a demand. Her? Take point? Ridiculous! She was Tatsu of Tat Choy! She did not play bait! Except the two stronger Saiyans, of which the strongest here was all but excitedly jaw-flapping at the idea of ‘real life experience’.

“I was hoping for a more ‘hands-off’ approach but I suppose if you believe it to be best then I shall defer to expertise. That being said even if something does happen I would rather we cause as little damage to the home as possible. I’m not in the habit of generating bad PR through damage to public property, even if it is in the Saiba Wastes.”

    Tatsui fixed her clothes once and deigned to finally touch the ground as she walked up to the front door. She felt horribly awkward in this situation but refused to look back at the two and reveal how out of sorts she was with knocking on the door of a home inflicting cognitive dissonance. Still she did.

    Nothing.

    Then again. Then again with more force. A frown creasing her lips until Tatsui felt her temper flare for a second and a knock that cratered the center of the door and sent it tumbling comically from the hinges and onto the floor.

    The house smelled old, not the sort that had must and rot but in the way that when the elderly occupy a space long enough the stench of their bodies beginning to break down occupies a space, no matter how pleasant it looks. Tatsui’s stomach roiled but she stepped over the broken door and into the little home with flower-painted walls in a dull pink. The foyer was split between stairs immediately heading down into a basement and a hallway that led into a kitchen in which was currently a surly looking old man with a cannon?

“Tally-ho! Rapscallions!”

    Tatsui had only a moment to blink before the cannon went off in a shower of white sparks and blinded her just long enough for the ball of metal it had held to slam into her sternum with enough force to make her grunt and stumble blindly into the front yard, landing on her rump in front of the mercenaries both blind and dumb from the assault.