"Deal"

Samantha Daniels poured a shot of bourbon into her tea. She'd need it to steady her nerves.

"We're almost there, Madam," her chauffer said from the front seat.

"Good," Samantha downed her drink in just two gulps, "I'll be having second thoughts if we take any longer."

She drew her transceiver from the seat pocket in front of her.

"This is Old Maid to Clover One," she radioed, "Approaching Tangoes One through Five. Relay this information to clovers Two through Eleven in twenty minutes and standby for codeword."

"Received," the radio crackled back with no delay, "Tangoes are in position, standing by for relay in twenty, as well as codeword."

And then the car stopped. Without waiting for help, the Old Maid opened her door, swung her cane out, and stepped into the night. Her platinum dress glowed around her, its green accents guiding her through the path she'd rehearsed so well. Samantha slipped into an alleyway, rounded its corner, and found the dive where five heads of the IRA were waiting. She wasted no time in entering.

"Thanks for your patience, gentlemen," she greeted them.

"Right, I know why's your here," one of the heads said with a grin, "Access to top of the line weapons, courtesy of the Blue Maids. That's it, right?"

Samantha smiled and nodded, then cast her eyes on one of the boxes where a Green Maid was hidden.

"That's the agreement," she said, "But unfortunately, your tenure with us expires now."

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