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(Esther P.O.V.)
Once the stuffy military men managed to coerce her out of the vehicle she arrived in (She wasn't really that concerned she just wanted to see them practically shit their pants trying to explain that their leader expected her to be brought up to him) she was practically thrown into a particularly cramped elevator (that would've gone unnoticed if one didn't know it was there she made note of that fact) where more men dressed in military uniforms that showed what prestigious position they had aboard this extremely large, fancy ass, air ship. She scoffed at the thought that this damn ship had more embellishments on it then the current leader of the country had on said crown. She doubted the men in this elevator realized what grave danger they were in. No doubt that their superior didn't explain why a strange woman with more than half of her body being scrap metal was doing on such a renowned ship such as their own.

She sighed heavily thinking of all the colorful ways that she could disfigure the ignorant people confined in this small space with her. After a couple of subtle sideways glances at her she decided that she shouldn't be on this reputable vessel for too long or there would be a blood bath that followed her when she decided it was the proper time to leave. She suspected they could hear the ticking that basically emitted from her. They probably thought she had a bomb inside of her which was partially accurate just not in the way that they imagined.

"We're here." One of the men grudgingly admitted indicating to the others to keep a tight grip on her upper arms (which was really getting excessive but whom ever owned the damn ship was probably like that about everything).

They weaved her through a mass of winding (just as decorative as everything else) hallways straight to a very ornate door. Once they reached the door she made sure to shove the military goons off of her quite briskly adding a few elbow jabs to the whole process just to spice it up a little. 

"Damn fancy military officers, and their damn big ass fancy ships. I'm going to cut this guy off at the knees once I meet him." She grumbled to herself then proceeded to put more force than necessary into knocking on the door. She hated assholes, but she hated rich, arrogant, and big headed assholes who thought they were gods gift to the god damned earth.

(Esther P.O.V.)
"Uneventful is a more accurate description." She stated in a kind of no-nonsense tone as she stepped closer to the attractive man's desk (what he's sexy!).

She took the time to again notice how damn fancy the room was (surprise surprise), and took note of the asshole sitting at the desk looking too pleased with himself for her liking. The little white haired girl looked awful timid, and all too pleased to do things for the man seated at the desk. She hovered by his desk if she (Esther) had to guess the asshole had screwed the little girl she was pretty after all, and if she had to guess this chick had a bad case of hero-worship. The two things often go hand in hand (hero-worship and screwing that is) Esther would know.

"Am I allowed to speak freely around the chick or do I have to hold my tongue for her sake?," The girl practically shrunk into the background when she was indirectly addressed,

"After all it would be a shame to have to cut up such a pretty little thing." When Esther encroached upon the little girl's personal space, and gently ran a metallic finger down the little girl's cheek. Esther reveled in the copious amounts of fear reflecting in the girl's eyes. 

(Esther's POV)
"Birdie?" Esther slightly turned her head in the man's direction, "Does she sing for people, or just you?"

"That's beside the point though." Esther waved her hand in a dismissing gesture now that the pretty one had scurried away from her towards the man at the desk. Pushing her dark hair out of her face Esther pulled out a chair and plopped herself down with her body facing towards the man at the desk even though her eyes constantly followed close behind the pretty one. She swung her metal legs up onto the chair next to her causing it to groan under the weight then creak loudly and crumple to the floor.

"Well now sorry about the chair." She quietly grumbled, "You can take if off my pay check which I'm sure you had every intention of doing even if I didn't say anything." She pressed on, "What do you want me to do Boss?"

(Esther)
"Oh he's been naughty has he?" She said with a quiet chuckle. "Sounds like a great man where can I find him?"

"How many pieces do you want him back in?" She figured she might as well ask after all she does like taking
momentous. The disgusted look didn't go unnoticed she figured she might as well play the part of brute. After all it did suit her well, and made her job all the more fun.

"Ohhhh.... Are they. Is he skilled with then?" She inquired.

She leaned forward rolling her legs off the broken chair and onto the ground. She leaned toward putting her elbows on his desk with her head perched between. She stared at him daring him to not answer her question.