Scarlett was shooting pool down at Big T’s pool hall. She has been coming to Big T’s since she was capable of walking. Her father uses to hustle people for money, while she watched. When the former owner of Big T’s decided to retire, she bought the place.

She used the money she saved up from hustling people like her father. Everyone that came into the pool hall always underestimated her. There were only a few times that she lost, but she won more than she lost.

While she is playing a game, a big black guy name Marsellus comes walking into the pool hall. He stops just inside the doorway as he looks around the pool hall. The place wasn’t packed, but it was sort of busy. He stops looking when his eyes lock on Scarlett. He noticed she was bent over a pool table.

He walks over to the table where she was bent over and noticed she was about to sink the eight ball. He waits as she strikes the eight ball. The ball shots forward and bounces off the side of the pool table and into the top left-hand side corner pocket.

Once the ball sinks into the pocket. He opens his mouth to speak “there’s word out on the street about a high roller looking for you. He’s also looking for another woman as well.”

Scarlett stands up and looks at Marsellus “he wouldn’t happen to look like this, would he?” Scarlett pulls her cellphone out and shows a picture of the person she tagged yesterday.

Marsellus looks at the picture and spotted the guy. It was the bodyguard standing on the right-hand side of the businessman.

“Yeah, it’s the guy on the right of the businessman.” Marsellus was sure of it.

Scarlett turns her cellphone around and looks at the guy. She heard the guy on the left of Mr. Milford was killed recently and it wasn’t by Carla either. No one knew who did it, but she was sure it wasn’t Carla.

“How much is he paying for information?” Scarlett knew unless it was a big amount. Most people wouldn’t turn her in.

“Five thousand dollars.” Marsellus had heard the amount.

“I know a few people that would turn me in for that amount of money.”

“They might do it, but they would regret it.” Marsellus knew Scarlett or her friends would go after whoever did.

“Well, hopefully, no one will be that stupid. Thanks for warning me, Marsellus.” Scarlett pulls a stack of bills out of her pants pocket and hands it to Marsellus.

“I can’t accept that, Scarlett.” Marsellus pushes back on the money.

“Marsellus, you’re a good friend and you warned me about a potential problem. Use the money either to help someone or get you a new suit. I know how you like your custom-made suits.” Scarlett knew Marsellus liked looking good.

A smirk appears on Marsellus’s face. He knew that Scarlett knew how much he likes his well-tailored suits. He accepts the money from her hand “thanks and I will.”

“Good. Come by and see me when you get the suit.” Scarlett liked seeing her good friend in a nice suit.

“I’ll do that.” Marsellus turns and leaves the pool hall.

Scarlett watches as Marsellus leaves the pool hall. Once he has left, she disassembles her pool stick and put it back in its case. She closes the case and carries it to her office. She shuts the door behind her, as she pulls her cellphone out and sends a text to Carla to warn her.

Carla was visiting an archive unit in New York to do some research on servants of Nyx when she receives a text from Scarlett warning her that Mr. Milford had his other guy offering a reward for information on her and Scarlett.

Carla sends a text back to Scarlett thanking her for the information. She doesn’t think Mr. Milford’s guard is going to be around much longer, according to what she has found out about agents of the goddess Nyx. She rolls the scroll back up and secures it with the leather strip. She places the scroll back in its proper place.

“Did you find what you were looking for, Carla?” Atlanta looks toward Carla as she puts the scroll back.

“Yes, thank you. Atlanta, if you don’t mind me asking. How long have you been working here?” Carla knew Atlanta was old but wasn’t sure how old.

“Since 1626, when New York was settled by the Dutch.” Atlanta has lost her accent over the years.

“Wow! Is this archive that old?” Carla was curious.

“No, this current location wasn’t established until the 1800s. We had to expand because we had too much stuff.” Atlanta remembered that their last place was overflowing. They still use it sometimes, but most of their most valuable stuff was here.

“I bet you have seen a lot and experienced just as much.”

“I have and sometimes it weighs on me in what direction humanity is going. Our leaders no longer care about people, but how much money they can get from their corporate sponsors.” Atlanta has seen so much in her lifetime; she wishes she wasn’t immortal.

If she knew then, what she knows now. She wouldn’t have been so nosy and explored some ruins she found during a thunderstorm. She can still recall what happened to her that day with clarity.

Carla could see that Atlanta was a little sad “I’m sorry for bringing up such a bad memory.”

“It’s alright, Carla. I’ll just be happy when I can finally rest. Carrying centuries of memories and seeing friends and loved ones pass away takes its toll on a person.” Atlanta has tried killing herself several times, but nothing worked.

Carla uses the secret exit that leads through Grand Central Station and walks out to her car. She glances at her watch and notices it was getting late. She gets in her car and drives home, after stopping at her favorite butcher shop and picking up some pork chops for dinner.

As she drove home, she thinks about what she read and hopes they can find that crystal ball soon. She knew from experience that an agent of the gods can be a pain in the ass. She wonders how Mr. Bounty’s war against the Hunter organization and their sister organization was going.

From everything she knows of the man, the two organizations are messing with the wrong person. She heard through the grapevine, that he killed several high-level priests and their people in the Vatican. Which is supposed to be impossible, but he managed it somehow.

She pulls into the underground parking lot and parks her car. She was still driving the car she got from Terry, instead of her Charger. She pulls into her parking spot and locks up the car as she gets out. She walks towards the elevator to take her up to her private floors. While Carla is standing in the elevator, she wonders what her wife and Autumn have been up to.

When she walks into her and Angela’s place. She hears the music blaring from the hidden surround sound speakers. She spots Autumn going through her collection of MP3 music collection. Between her and Angela, they had a large collection of music.

“How long have you been at it?” Carla walks towards the kitchen.

Autumn turns around when she hears Carla’s voice. She spots her walking towards the kitchen with a brown wrapped package.

“For a while now. You have a large collection of music and music videos.” Autumn was impressed with Carla and Angela’s collection.

“When you’re laid up recovering from surgery. You need something to do.” Carla unwraps the pork chops and starts adding seasoning to them.

“What type of surgery, were you recovering from?” Autumn stands on the other side of the counter watching Carla prepare the chops.

“When I had my plumbing changed from male to female.” Carla has never regretted the decision.

“And now, since you took that drug, you’re a fully functional woman.” A smirk appears on Autumn’s face.

“Don’t remind me. I have two large melons on my chest and wide hips and butt now.” Carla regretted taking the drug now. She was still getting used to her new measurements.

“Well, it seems your wife likes your new measurements.” Autumn has seen how Angela acted around Carla.

“My wife loves to experiment as well, but she does like my big breasts. I have always been envious of how her breasts have always been so much bigger than mine.” Carla loved her wife’s breasts and legs.

“So, how did things go today?” Autumn knew Carla went out to talk to some associates.

“Things are in motion.” She seasons the other side of the pork chop.

Autumn watches as Carla seasons the pork chops. She wonders where Carla learned how to cook.

“Who taught you how to cook?” Autumn looks at Carla’s face.

“I took a cooking class a long time ago. As soon as I left the Hunter organization.” Carla puts the chops in the oven to cook and starts on the secondary dishes.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Autumn was feeling bored. She needed something to occupy her time with.

“Sure, how about you start on making a salad.” Carla figures Autumn could do that.

“Yes ma’am.” As Autumn gathers everything she needs.