Chapter Seven

OMG! WTF? CAT?!?!?
I don't expect you to understand that.
Anyways.
Ebil New charrie! New POV! Really just an intro.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I tap my nails, a perfectly painted gold. I like gold. The best for the best, no?
"What?" I say. "What do you have? Is it something about the Faeries? Good or bad? You know what? I don't what to hear it." I just love doing that, not even letting them have a chance to speak. So fun.
"B-but Miss Saelianna...it's important." The big one, bald, about 40 stutters.
"Richie, how many times have I have told you not to call me that? This place could be bugged. You, off all people should know that." I smile, just to throw him off.
"I dunno.....at least a 500." Richie gulps.
"And how many times have I told you not to a wise guy? No pun in tented."
To anyone not in the know, this would have looked mighty funny. A girl, not even a teen yet, bossing a man who look was both 4 times her age and size?
But most 12-year-old girls weren't Saelianna Smite.
Most 12-year-old girls don't own a gun, let alone a crime ring.
One of the top 5 crime rings in America, to be exact.
Nice, eh?
Like I said, most 12-year-old girls weren't Saelianna Smite.
"I dunno." Richie puts his hands behind his back and looks at his feet.
I let it slide. Goons, no matter how smart, are goons. And Richie Baladove just happened to be one of those goons.
"What is it?" I stand up, hands on desk. "What is it?"
"B-b-b-but said you didn't what to know!" The small one says.
"I very well I know what I said, Karl."
"Hey, what a sec. How come you could say our names, we can't yours?" Richie is slow on the uptake.
"Raise your hand if you own a crime ring." I raise mine. Both Richie and Karl's stay put. "Exactly."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Short, sweet, lets you meet the charrie. Nice, no?