[Story] Dead Job (page 1 of ?)

I watched as Eiladh paced the room cussing and kicking any piece of trash her feet could find. Asher, sitting across from me atop the long abandoned countertop of the cold, musty storefront we'd managed to dive into, was nuzzling her flask of confidence and staring at the cracks in the walls. I sat cross-legged with my back to the wall and was scrubbing through any info or extra leads I might have picked up while jacked into Asuratek's systems. Eiladh rubbed her temples and took a final drag off her cigarette before flicking away the remains, turning to me, and shouting the same lines I'd heard from her about a million times that night

"The fuck happened back there Oct? This was supposed to be an easy job!"
"I'm well aware, Eiladh."
"So, what the fuck happened, deckerboy?"
"Already told you I don't know. I saw the Asuratek goons come in, tried to warn you, but comms were down."
""Oh yeah, o' cooourse. The fuckin' comms." she sneered, "Sharpe and Hargrave fucking died because of you!"

I could feel my face getting hot as my blood began to boil. Before I could say anything, Asher piped in with  "Quiet. Both of you. This isn't solving anything. Another smoke?" Eiladh's eyes  didn't leave me until she'd had a new cig in her hand, which she lit and immediately went back to pacing. Asher shook the box at me, but i shook my head.

I needed to focus.