Dragoncrest Cliffs live and die by the gun and the knife

"i need de skull."

Shit. Sobeille had not specified and Sam had not asked - not her fault, though, it wasn't the villain's job to be specific. He might have snapped at anyone else that they should have said so, then, but Sam was already so infatuated with his new boss that the thought didn't even cross his mind.

"I... we can go get it, together?" he suggested, wetting his lips and making huge, pleading eyes at her. It was a stupid idea. Top management did not need to see how the sausage was made – it was their job to receive said sausage on a silver plate, frown at it, and demand to know why it was being served even though it was exactly what they had asked for. But Sam wasn't quite ready to rush off on another errand.