Job Seven: 
Feel the Beat

        "Where are we?" Ahura was staring at a rather grubby map, the egg bag swaying slightly in a breeze.

    "I don't really know, but I don't like the little children." Anghiari hissed at the one that passed by her.

    "I know how you feel." Sin edged closer to Ahura, "It's like they're eyeing us."

    "I wouldn't doubt it," Ahura said absent mindedly as he readjusted the map to fit the surroundings, "They're all thieves."

    "That does explain why I want to shoot them all." Anghiari cracked her fingers.

    "We're in the free country of Ifeigilatis."

    "Come again?" Sin and Gi said in unison, while the egg gave off the emotion of utter confusion.

    "I don't think I can say it again. We're in the wrong place, that's the only thing that really matters." They had spent hours on an air plane only to find themselves dropped off in the middle of nowhere. Apparently flying to Egypt was a lot harder than it had been a few years back. Osiris bit his lip, "I think there's something here I can steal."

    "I highly doubt you can pull it off, even with your ninja like skills." Sin nudged him with the tip of her tail.

    He glared. "Let's get to a hotel, we won't be getting a plane out of here until tomorrow."

    "Peach," the assassin sighed as they made their trek through the "wonderful" city.

***

     "I'm going to eat that bell boy." Sindiri grumbled as she sulked on the sofa of their complementary room.

    "He didn't mean to step on your tail or say that awful remark." Gi was polishing her sniper rifle with a renewed glee. Somehow the world was a little brighter when she had her sniper out.

    "And my name's Muffin."

    Anghiari shrugged. "I wonder why Ahura is taking so long. He said it would only take an hour or so, and it's been three."

    "The green haired idiot can take care of himself."

***

    "Well, Egg, here we are." Ahura muttered as he stood before the door of an elegant mansion covered in unbelievable decoration that were a cross between an eyesore and a masterpiece. It gave off the general feeling of medieval and a half when he knocked on the door with the iron knocker. The door slowly heaved open to reveal the same tactless interior.

    A shiver was sent down the thief's back. This place was probably filled with all sorts of illegal contraband, in fact, he could practically smell it.

    "How may I help you?" A young woman, no more than twenty, was smiling from the premises, and she was wearing a lovely French maid outfit.

    "I... heard that the owner is looking for a companion. I was wondering if I could apply for the job." Ahura blanched.

    The woman went wide eyed and gave a squeal of joy. "That's just wonderful! Please come in and make yourself at home, while I make us some tea."

    If it was possible for the egg to mentally giggle, it was doing it now, while Ahura was blush and stumbling all the way to his seat. He may not have thought highly of the opposite gender, but he was still impressed by the female body in skimpy clothing. What teenage boy would not be?

    The maid came back with tea and biscuits on a silver platter. "You seem like a very nice boy."

    "T-thank you."

    "So what do you have in your little bag. I saw quite a few people admiring it out in the the streets."

    The young thief blinked, so the woman had been watching him come to the house. "It's an egg."

    Time to drop the subject. "Well, then. My name's Eugénie and I am very happy to say that you're hired Mister...?"

    "Ahura Mazda. Wait.... how can you hire me?"

    "I'm the owner of this house, and I'm the one looking for a companion."

    "Oh... the French maid outfit threw me off."

    Eugénie snickered. "Now about that egg... what kind of egg is it?"

    Alarm went through the back of Ahura's head as the egg wiggled a bit. "It's a Bishen dragon."

    Suddenly, the face of Eugénie lit up. "Really! Then I can give you something helpful. I've always wanted a Bishel Dragon, but I never really tried to apply for one--stop looking at me like that."

    "I'm just a tad confused." Ahura coughed, "What do you mean apply for one? I thought all of that stuff was just a hoax."

    The woman in the maid outfit bit her lip. "So you're from Earth then?"

    "Yes... Oh don't tell me you're an alien!" Ahura leapt to his feet and protectively clutched the egg.

    "Don't worry. I won't eat you or anything. I'm mostly harmless, and I'm practically just like any other human, except I weigh a lot more and I've been around the Six Galaxies more than once." She fixed the ruffles in her short skirt. "I don't have to wear a body suit, because I'm a hybrid." 

    "You're a Heavy Worlder and...?"

    She shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. Anyway I do have something to give to you and Mister Egg." She skipped over to a medium set of shelves and produced a rather simple red satin box. She put it carefully into the thief's hand, and gave him an amused smile. "This is a very expensive music box, it'll serve you well no matter what you do with it."

    Ahura raised an eyebrow as he opened the small box. It emitted a interesting little tune, and had something very fascinating in it, fascinating enough to raise Ahura's other eyebrow.

    "You have very nice undergarments."

    "Why thank---GIVE ME THAT!"  Eugénie snatched the photo from the little thief's hand. "You little pervert!"

    "You were the one who left it in the box!"

    Mister Egg pushed the back of Ahura's mind, in confusion and was promptly told, that he would not understand until he was all grown up.

    "Anyway,"  Eugénie cleared her throat, "Since you are my companion for the time being, I think we should have a nice dinner together, and Mister Egg can have a special seat all his own."

***

    "I can't believe you. She gives you a music box worth thirteen thousand space currency and you still steal things from her." Anghiari hissed as they made their way to the air port terminal.

    "I only stole stuff that she said she was going to get rid of anyway... well with one exception." The thief whispered back.

    "You are a sick, insensitive, little git, you know that?"

    He shrugged. "It doesn't matter what you think of me.  Eugénie won't miss a thing, and I left her something nice anyway."

    "So you do have a conscience!" the assassin almost shouted with genuine surprise.

    "No. I just like French maids."

    Mister egg gave an annoyed wiggle and projected in the back of Ahura's mind a simple, all purpose phrase. You are mental.