The Old Firm?

[janet_fraiser]

Janet stood just inside the door to The Old Firm, thinking hesitantly back to the voice mail she'd received and wondering if she was doing the right thing. She was tired, she was exhausted, and damn it, she hoped to god she didn't find Crazy Squid Lady anywhere tonight.

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::Mister Crop and Mister Vandemar are both behind the kiosk, a gift-wrapped box on the counter in front of them::

Croup: "Well, well, well. What brings a fine you woman like you into such an establishment as this?"

Vandemar: "Fine woman indeed. I'd like to..."

::Mister Croup elbows Mister Vandemar in the ribs::

Croup: "None of that now, we don't want to frighten the poor girl..."

[janet_fraiser]

This place didn't have the same creepy aura the basement of the school had, but it was still unnerving. She took a slow step forward, then another, and walked up towards the counter. "I received a message," she said. "You had something for me? Someone sent something here for me. Who?" She stayed out of arms' reach of both men.

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::Mister Croup grins, wickedly::

Croup: "Ah, you must be the one and only young Miss Frasier."

Vandemar: "Lovely little package for a lovely little girl."

Croup: "Exactly, Mister Vandemar, exactly. As for who has sent this, we are not at liberty to disclose information on that subject. Not because of any spite, but due to our lack of enlightenment on the topic ourselves."

Vandemar: "Poor unenlightened us."

[janet_fraiser]

Little girl? Janet raised an eyebrow at them. Her irritation was washing away any exhaustion she was feeling.

"How much do I owe you for the package?" she asked, slipping her wallet out of her purse. She had no idea who would be sending her an anonymous gift, but she couldn't exactly leave it sitting around.

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Vandemar: "You can give us a ki-"

::Mister Croup elbows Vandemar in the ribs again::

Croup: "We have already recieved full and proper payment, Doctor Fraiser."

::Mister Croup laughs, wickedly::

Vandemar: "Little bit tiny for a Doctor, isn't she... so tiny you could just eat her up in one bite."

Croup: "Come come, Mister Vandemar. She is certainly a veritable Doogie Howzer, is she not?"

::Misters Croup and Vandemar smile at each other, and then turn and smile at Janet::

[janet_fraiser]

Janet places her wallet carefully back in her purse, making sure that the Beretta she normally kept in a combination locker in an secure area off-campus was easily accessible. "I have no idea what you gentlemen are talking about," she said. NID? SGC? CIA? "I'm afraid I'm a perfectly ordinary high school student." Thankfully, her voice didn't waver. How did they know? "If I could ask you gentlement to take a few steps away from my package. I'm afraid you make me rather uneasy."

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::Mister Croup pushes the gift-wrapped box to the edge of the counter, and then both he and Mister Vandemar take a simultaneous step back::

Croup: "How adorable, isn't she? We shouldn't be making her uneasy, now, should we Mister Vandemar?"

Vandemar: "I wonder if she knows what her own liver tastes like, Mister Croup."

Croup: "Come now, you're stealing my lines."

Vandemar: "Dreadfully sorry Mister Croup. Dreadfully sorry."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet's eyes narrowed as she carefully lifted the package off the counter. Time to examine it later, when her instincts weren't screaming at her to get out now.

"I don't need to worry about what my own internal organs taste like," she said tartly.

She backed up slowly, one hand holding the package against her body, one hand slipped inside her purse, holding her firearm. She was seriously unhappy, and seriously freaked out, in addition to being exhausted from earlier tonight, and she was leaving. Now.

"Have a good night, gentlemen," she said, shoving back against the door and walking out of the shop and into the more welcoming yellow streetlights.