'Well I don't know what to tell you Crow. Other than that you need to get yourself a new hit man.'
Crow's eyes narrowed, and Alucard began to sweat as he watched data run across her cyberoptic eye, just below the outter-most lens. She was far from pleased. Her words were incriminating and sharp as she half spoke, half spat them at him.
'Just what, EXACTLEY are you saying?'